Forbidden Bliss

by Ramona Gray

  “I’ll try,” I said.

  “Good girl.” He kissed me on the mouth, and I pressed myself eagerly against him as he deepened the kiss.

  His hand cupped my breast again and he squeezed and kneaded it until I was moaning. He stiffened when I pressed my hand against the bulge in his jeans.

  “Mason?” I breathed against his mouth.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’ve never seen a penis before.”

  He grinned and I blushed when he said, “Sweetheart, call it a cock.”

  I cleared my throat. “Cock. I’ve never seen a cock before.”

  Another look of intense desire flashed across his face and his hand tightened on my breast until I gasped.

  “You have no idea what it does to me to hear you say cock,” he muttered. “Swear to God, I’ll have your sweet mouth talking dirty in no time.”

  I blushed again. “I wouldn’t know what to say.”

  “I’ll teach you, don’t worry,” he said with a wicked grin. “You honestly have never seen one before?”

  I shook my head and he frowned at me. “You never once googled it?”

  “My father had blocks on the internet. I’ve only looked at religious websites,” I said.

  A look of disgust crossed his face and I said, “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize,” he said. “It’s not your fault. Now, do you want to see my cock?”

  I nodded, and he brushed his hand over the braid wound around my head. “Say it, sweetheart.”

  “I want to see your cock,” I said.

  “See, talking dirty already.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before tugging the front of his briefs down. His cock sprang free and I stared curiously at it. It was long and thick looking, and the head was leaking a clear fluid. I wondered briefly if he was considered big. It stood straight up from its nest of blond pubic hair and I gave Mason a tentative look.

  “May I touch it?”

  “Yes, sweetheart, you may,” he said.

  I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, my eyes widening at how warm and velvety-soft the skin was. It was as hard as steel beneath that velvet skin, and I stroked it lightly, stopping when Mason groaned.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “Fuck no,” he said. “Rub faster.”

  I did what he asked, watching in fascination as more liquid dripped from the slit in the head. I tried tightening my grip and moving my hand in long, slow, strokes, smiling delightedly when Mason groaned, and his hips bucked.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “You have no fucking idea how good it feels,” he said. “Keep going, sweetheart. Rub my cock with your soft hand.”

  I pulled and tugged, switching my gaze between Mason’s cock and his face. I didn’t know what I liked more – the look of intensity on his face or the way his cock felt in my hand.

  Dane walked into the room, stopping briefly when he saw us. My hand tightened on Mason’s cock until he groaned, and I started to release him.

  “No,” Mason ground out. His hand covered mine and kept it on his cock. “Don’t stop, sweetheart.”

  Licking my lips nervously, I continued to stroke his cock as Dane sat down on the other end of the couch. He watched me touch Mason’s cock and I dropped my eyes to avoid his gaze. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw the bulge in Dane’s pants.

  “You okay?” Mason said.

  “Yeah,” Dane said.

  Mason cupped my head and kissed me on the mouth. “Why don’t you scoot over to Dane and let him kiss your sweet mouth. I bet it would make him feel better.”

  I stared uncertainly at Mason and he said, “Go on, sweetheart,” before taking my hand off his dick and kissing the palm of it. I chewed on my bottom lip before sliding across the couch toward Dane.

  * * *

  Dane

  I tried to keep the look of need off my face when Naomi stared uncertainly at Mason.

  “Go on, sweetheart,” he coaxed before removing her hand from his dick and kissing her palm.

  Part of me was embarrassed that Mason had to ask Naomi to go near me, but a larger, deeper part of me was so desperate to feel her soft mouth and body that it eclipsed my shame.

  Naomi bit at her lip before sliding her curvy body closer to mine. “Hi, Dane.”

  “Hey,” I grunted. I put my arm across the back of the couch, silently encouraging her to move closer, and she hesitated before curling against my side.

  “I’m sorry about what happened earlier.”

  “Do you feel better?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I stared at her lush mouth as she licked her lips. I could barely stop my groan at the sight of her little pink tongue. She lifted her head and pressed her mouth tentatively against mine. I forced myself to kiss her gently, even though every part of me was screaming to possess her. To show her she was ours and always would be.

  I sucked on her bottom lip before tracing her upper lip with my tongue. She moaned and pressed a little closer as she parted her lips. I took advantage of her silent invitation, slipping my tongue into her mouth to lick at her inner cheeks and tongue. She squirmed against me, and I wrapped my arms around her and hoisted her onto my lap until she was straddling me. I pressed my erection against her as I cupped her face and deepened the kiss.

  I nipped at her bottom lip, soothing the slight sting with my tongue, and groaned when she pressed her breasts against my chest. I continued to kiss her, taking what was mine with hard licks and nips until her pelvis was pressing rhythmically against my crotch.

  Her arms were folded across her torso and I said, “Move your arms, baby.”

  She moved her arms immediately and my dick throbbed at how quickly she obeyed. I untied her robe and pushed it off her body. Her nipples were hard against her silk nightgown and I took it as a good sign when she didn’t immediately cover her breasts with her arms. I traced the pale pink silk of her nightgown.

  “This is very pretty,” I said.

  She ducked her head and stared at my chest. “Thank you.” She gave me a painfully shy look before whispering, “The panties match.”

  “Let me see. Stand up, baby.”

  She stood and I leaned forward and lifted her nightgown up. She didn’t resist when I tugged on the waistband of her pretty, pink panties. My nostrils flared as I stared at her and Mason made a soft groan and gripped his cock. He rubbed hard as Naomi stared tentatively at me.

  “Is it okay?”

  “Baby, you look so fucking hot, I’m about to explode in my pants,” I said. “Come back here.”

  Another flare of lust when she obeyed me. I resisted the urge to send Mason to the bedroom for the collar and cuffs. God, what it would fucking do to me to see that leather collar around her throat. To cuff her to the headboard, blindfold her, and taste and tease her until she was begging for mercy.

  I reined myself in as Naomi’s soft weight settled onto my thighs. I traced my finger across the swell of her breasts before grabbing the hem of her nightgown.

  “Arms up, baby.”

  Another throb in my dick when she lifted her arms without question. I pulled her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts were incredible, and I could barely stop from rubbing my cock against her. Instead, I traced my fingers over her ribcage and smiled when her pale skin broke out in goosebumps.

  “You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” I said.

  “Th-thank you,” she said.

  Mason stood and she stiffened a little when he moved behind her. “Shh, sweetheart. You don’t have to be nervous.”

  He tugged on her arms until she rose up off my lap, her knees digging into the couch cushion on either side of my thighs. I missed her soft weight, but the new position put her beautiful breasts directly in front of my face.

  I ran my thumbs over her nipples before pinching and tugging on them. She moaned as her back arched and I squeezed a little harder. I wanted to see what her tolerance level was, and, to my
delight, the slight pain seemed to increase her excitement.

  Mason stroked her back before kissing the curve of her shoulder. Both of us were still fully clothed and there was something darkly exciting about having Naomi almost naked between us.

  I leaned forward and tasted her nipples for the first time. They beaded into little points in my mouth and I teased them with my tongue before giving one a hard nip with my teeth. She gasped, her entire body jerking, and stared wide-eyed at me as I licked and soothed her nipple.

  “I’m sorry. Did that hurt, baby?”

  “A little,” she whispered. “I – I kind of liked it though.”

  Her confession made my hips buck against her and she made another little gasp as Mason lifted her arms and draped them around his neck. Her eyes widened, obviously Mason was rubbing his dick against her ass, but she didn’t resist when he turned her face toward him and kissed her.

  “Keep your arms around my neck,” Mason said when he released her mouth. “If you move them, I’ll spank you, sweetheart. Do you understand?”

  I glared at him. We hadn’t talked to Naomi about our tastes in bed and Mason would scare the living daylights out of her with his threat of spanking. To my surprise, a little flush of heat brightened her cheeks and she gave him a sweetly submissive look.

  “Would you really spank me?”

  Mason nodded and squeezed her ass. “Yes, sweetheart, I really would.”

  “But not if you’re a good girl,” I said. I licked between her large breasts and she made a soft mewling noise of pleasure. “Will you be our good girl, Naomi?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Say it,” I demanded.

  “I’ll be your good girl, Dane.”

  I smiled my satisfaction as Mason cupped her breasts and she leaned back against his chest. I quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled my cock out.

  “It’s thicker,” she said.

  I grinned at Mason who rolled his eyes and Naomi’s mouth pursed into a little ‘o’. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to – I mean, I don’t care that -”

  “Relax, sweetheart.” Mason squeezed her breasts. “I’m not the kind of guy who worries about size.”

  She stared worriedly at him. “I like yours, Mason.”

  He laughed. “It likes you too, sweetheart.”

  She still looked worried. He kissed her hard, squeezing and kneading her tits until she was moaning and rubbing against him. I pressed my fingers against her silk-covered pussy, rubbing at her clit through the fabric until a wet spot appeared.

  “Oh,” she cried breathlessly, her hips flexing against my fingers, “oh, that feels so good.”

  Mason reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her thighs. “Show Dane your pretty little pussy, sweetheart.”

  We helped ease her panties past her knees and down her legs. Mason dropped them to the floor. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and nestled his cock between them. He rubbed up and down as my gaze dropped to her pussy. It was covered in dark curls and she blushed again.

  “I – I was thinking I would make an appointment for waxing. I’ve never -”

  “No,” I said. “No one sees your pussy but us. If you decide you want to wax it, we’ll do it.”

  “You know how to do that?” she said.

  I touched the dark curls with my fingers. “Yes.”

  Her pussy was dripping wet and I pushed my index finger between her wet lips and rubbed her swollen clit. She moaned, her hips thrusting forward, and precum leaked from my dick. God, I wanted to fuck her so badly.

  I cupped her pale thighs – I had never seen anyone with such perfect, pale skin in my life – and tugged her forward until her pussy brushed against the head of my cock. I groaned and she gasped when Mason stepped forward between my legs and rubbed his dick between her ass cheeks again.

  I pushed my cock between her wet pussy lips and both Mason and I moved her up and down. I watched my cock sliding back and forth, her lips clinging to its thick length. She made a little gasp of need every time the head of my cock bumped against her clit that set my skin on fire with lust.

  “Oh, oh, please,” she whimpered.

  I grabbed my cock and rubbed it even harder against her. I couldn’t resist sliding the head of it to her wet hole and probing gently.

  “Dane,” Mason said, “she’s not ready.”

  “I know,” I said through gritted teeth before moving my dick back to her clit.

  “I’m ready,” Naomi said in a soft whimper. “Please, Dane. I’m ready.”

  “You’re not, sweetheart,” Mason said.

  She glared at him before turning her gaze to me. “Please, Dane?”

  Her sweet pleading tone just about did me in. I stared at Mason who shook his head again. “No, you know she isn’t.”

  “Stop saying that,” Naomi said. “I’m ready.”

  I gritted my teeth and rubbed my cock back and forth over her clit. “Not this time, baby. But soon.”

  “Do you promise?” she moaned.

  “Yes,” I said. “I’ll fuck you soon.”

  My cock was already drenched in her juices and I slid it up and down as she cried out with pleasure. Mason was rubbing his dick frantically between her ass cheeks and he pinched her nipples hard as I pressed the head of my cock against her clit. Her loud moans and the way she was rubbing herself against my dick made my balls tighten painfully.

  “Mason,” I gritted out, “I’m fucking close.”

  “Me too,” he gasped.

  He squeezed Naomi’s tits as I rubbed my cock back and forth over her clit. “Naomi, cum for us,” Mason said.

  She moaned and her eyelids fluttered open. She stared at me and I pushed my fingers past my cock and rubbed her clit before pinching it.

  “Oh my God!” she shouted.

  “Cum right now, Naomi,” I said. I pinched her clit again just as Mason pinched her nipples. She screamed, arched her back, and climaxed with another loud scream. Her beautiful body tensed before her pelvis rocked back and forth wildly. Warm liquid covered my cock and I was only vaguely aware of Mason’s low groan of pleasure. I fisted my cock frantically, staring at Naomi’s wet pussy. I wanted to rub my dick against her pussy again, but I didn’t trust myself not to just thrust deep into her wet pussy and make her mine forever. Her body was being pushed forward by the frantic rutting of Mason’s cock between her ass cheeks. He groaned again before grabbing her hips and holding tightly as he came all over her ass and back.

  She cried out at the unexpected wetness, and I groaned and aimed my dick at her pussy before rubbing hard. My orgasm hit me hard and fast and I jerked off furiously, my cum splattering over her pussy and lower belly. When the last of my cum covered her pale flesh, I collapsed against the couch, breathing harshly as Mason held Naomi in a tight grip.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured into her ear as she swayed in his arms. Her eyes were closed and the look of bliss on her face made me grin.

  “I’m better than okay,” she said.

  “Good. Let’s get you into bed,” Mason said.

  “Will you guys come with me?” she asked without opening her eyes.

  My goddamn dick actually twitched at the thought of being in her bed, but Mason shook his head. “No, sweetheart. You need to get some rest and we’ll talk in the morning.”

  She pouted adorably as Mason helped her slide off my lap. I stood – fuck, my own legs were feeling decidedly rubbery – and kissed her pouting mouth. She gave me her first smile that wasn’t tinged with anxiety and my chest tightened.

  “Thank you, Dane.”

  “You’re welcome, baby,” I said as she yawned.

  “Thank you, Mason.”

  “Anytime, sweetheart,” he said.

  I picked up her robe and Mason helped her into it before putting his arm around her waist. “Let’s get you tucked into bed.” He glanced at me. “Are you coming with us?”

  I shook my head. If I even took one step into Naomi’s bedro
om, I’d have her on her back in the bed, legs spread wide, and fucking her until she was screaming my name. My dick twitched again, and Mason glanced at it before rolling his eyes.

  I cleared my throat and tucked my hardening dick back into my pants. “Good night, Naomi.”

  “Good night, Dane,” she said sleepily as Mason led her out of the living room.

  Chapter Seven

  Naomi

  I brushed my hair with long, smooth strokes, admiring how shiny it was in the light from the early morning sun. I was sitting on my bed and I threaded my hair through my fingers before beginning to braid it. I stopped abruptly and stared at myself in the full-length mirror that was hanging on the wall closest to me. I didn’t have to braid it. I could leave it free like other women did.

  Feeling a thrill at my small act of rebellion, I smoothed my hair down before dropping my damp towel and putting on my underclothes. I studied my body in the dark blue lace bra and matching panties. I’d never had anything this pretty for underwear before. I finished dressing and stared at the jeans that hugged my lower body and the bright pink top that clung to my breasts. They both looked scandalously tight to me, but Jemma had assured me they weren’t. My father hadn’t strictly forbidden my mother, sister and me to wear pants, but he frowned on it and made rude comments if we wore them too often. In the last ten years, I think I had worn pants three times and only once had it been jeans.

  I turned and studied my ass. It looked fat to me, but Dane had said I wasn’t fat. He said they loved my curves. A little shiver went down my spine. I’d been completely naked with two men last night. Two men had made me orgasm and I’d woken up this morning with their dried semen on my lower back and belly. I should have felt dirty from it, but I hadn’t. I’d felt cherished and…loved almost. I made an unladylike snort. Dane and Mason didn’t love me. They lusted after me but once they got what they wanted they would move on to the next woman.

  But you’re still going to let both of them fuck you. Maybe even at the same time. My inner voice sounded horrified.

  Yes, I was. I had made my decision in the shower this morning. I wanted my virginity gone and I wanted both Mason and Dane. My desire to be normal and live the same life that everyone else did was still there but it was buried so deep under my lust for both men that I wasn’t sure it would ever see the light of day again. At least not until they were finished with me.