She had gotten me to open up about a lot of things and I was able to process it better but whenever I spoke about my involvement with older women or my preference for them, she always dropped her gaze and pretended to take notes.
Except her pen just stayed in one place.
Grinning, I went inside the bathroom and took off my slightly wet sneakers and socks, trying to get cleaned up even though my mind was distracted by thoughts of her and how she had looked earlier on her knees. June was seated on the couch, ready with her notepad and pen when I returned, shoeless and shirtless in just my jeans.
Her red lips parted in shock and she watched me anxiously as I took my seat opposite her and said, "I wet my shirt in the bathroom." Not a lie. Except it hadn't been an accident.
"Oh but...you shouldn't...you can't just...I don't think...wow. I mean, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Shall we start?"
I licked my lips and made myself more comfortable in the cosy recliner. "Mm-hm. We were talking about my sexual activities last session. We didn't get to finish."
A blush stole across her cheeks as she fidgeted, crossing and uncrossing her legs and then adjusting her glasses. She didn't look at all ready to have that conversation with me. I was smiling when she glanced back at me and her slender throat worked as she swallowed.
"Zi. I think maybe you should switch therapists," she suggested slowly. "I know a few I can recommend."
I sat up straight then. "What? Why? I like talking to you," I told her.
She smiled nervously and looked down at her notepad. "It's just...well, it feels like we-"
"June. Have I done something to upset you?" I asked her, getting up from my seat to go and settle down beside her.
Her eyes widened at my action but she didn't move away. "No, no, not at all," she said quickly, fidgeting even more, tucking her hair behind her ear and starting to breathe heavily.
Oh, God. Those breasts. Talking was boring me now. I wanted to do something else. When I remained silent, she shifted her gaze to my face once more. We didn't break eye contact when, with my heart racing, I slowly raised my fingers to the buttons at the front of her top and began to undo them.
"Zi," she breathed out with those beautiful, red lips and then she licked them.
It was all I could do to prevent myself from growling and pulling her onto my lap so she could ride me to kingdom come. My dick was so hard but I didn't want to scare her and end this before it had even begun. My fingers touched the lace once I'd finished unbuttoning her and moved to her breasts, my knuckles grazing up and down her nipples slowly. June let out a tiny moan and closed her eyes.
"God, we shouldn't do this," she whispered.
"I know," I murmured, touching my lips to hers at last. "But we want to."
She whined, letting her notepad fall to the floor before grabbing my face between her hands and devouring my mouth. I was about to have the hottest sex of my life. I wasn't sure how I knew that but I just did. One of her hands went to palm my erection through my jeans, making me groan with need.
"You're right," she whispered against my lips, her breaths coming out in gasps. "I do want it."
Once I got her going, it was like she couldn't stop. With Skye, I'd been too emotional. With Iris, I'd been a little reserved and cared about her because she was kind and vulnerable. With June, I didn't worry about anything. All I saw was a ravenous woman behind those glasses and that professional demeanour who was now determined to get carried away with me.
She kissed her way down my chest and lowered herself on the floor in front of me before dragging open the zipper of my jeans. My cock was bursting to get out of its confinement and when she freed it, I groaned a little because she was looking at it so hungrily.
June licked those crimson lips of hers again and brought out her tongue to run it along my length. "Mmmm," she said throatily before opening her mouth and starting to give me a very enthusiastic blowjob.
Wow. It felt amazing. Almost like she was worshipping my cock. She was so into it, so skilled and lustful, swallowing my entire length. Fuck. I settled lower into the couch and gave myself over to her. Clearly, she knew what she was doing and didn't need me to show my limited skill set.
Her hands came up to trail over my chest even as her head bobbed up and down my cock, wetting it with her saliva.
"June," I breathed out, feeling kind of stunned to see her behaving this way.
She looked up at me and then let go of my cock to ask me, "Do you want to cum on my face?"
I raised my eyebrows at her, incredibly turned on but also a little uncertain. "Um…do you want me to?"
She grinned at me and nodded. "Yeah." And then she went right back to the art of blowing me, increasing her speed and making even more lustful sounds.
I felt myself getting close after a minute, breathing hard and pushing my hips up a bit. June stopped sucking me, wrapped her hand around my dick and pumped me faster, applying the pressure at the base and asking me to shoot that load out. So I did and she took it all on her face, seeming to enjoy the hell out of it as my cum dripped down her cheeks. She licked some of it up, leaving me speechless before letting out a long, satisfied, "Mmmm."
I took a while to recover, stupidly grinning to myself because damn, that was hot. Why did I ever think that casual sex couldn't be hot?
She wiped me off along with her face and glasses with some tissues and then sat beside me and started to remove her clothes. "Do you like it rough?" she asked me in breathless excitement. "I like to be fucked hard. From behind. As hard as you can go."
I swallowed and felt my cock stirring again at the prospect. I didn't know if I liked it rough because I hadn't had no-holds-barred rough sex before. Even when Giselle had coerced me into it, she'd been lazy and more interested in taking her time with me, watching me grow uncomfortable. I hadn't even been able to get hard with her but she hadn't cared because her goal had been to toy with me and gloat in her power. That one time she'd made me go down on her, she'd demanded I eat her out until she came and wouldn't stop pushing her cunt in my face.
The nausea came back and June, being as observant as she was, blinked at me uncertainly. "Zi? Are you all right? Do you want to stop?"
Hell no. She wasn't aware of the rape and coercion yet. I'd only discussed my affair with Skye so far, not wanting to go into details about Giselle until much later in my therapy. I had a feeling that June wouldn't be so uninhibited with me if she knew what I'd gone through sexually.
Shaking my head, I removed my jeans which were halfway down my thighs and then began to rub my cock. I needed this. Not rape sex. Not emotional, angsty sex. Not respectable, distracting sex.
Just sex. Nothing complicated. A hot older woman and me enjoying what she offered. No strings attached. I was going to call it sex therapy. The thought started to make me hard again.
When she saw that I was getting ready to fuck her, June reclined against one of the cushions on the sofa and watched me through hooded eyes while lazily dragging her fingers over her clit. I watched her do it, focusing only on her movements and as she played and rubbed and her fingers began to come out wet, I hissed at the burning need I experienced to plunge my cock into that beautiful, wet pussy of hers.
"You're so sexy," I told her and reached out to touch her with my other hand, rolling her nipples on those full breasts and then dragging my palm down to her cunt to massage it.
She arched her body into my touch and rotated her hips shamelessly. I fucking loved it. If this was going to be my therapy session every week, I was going to come out a very happy, healthy young man.
"Okay, I'm ready," she whined and shifted quickly, getting on her knees and placing her hands on the armrest before sticking her ass out at me. "Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard."
I looked at her behind for a while, lust seizing me so strongly. Both my hands came up and kneaded those soft globes of hers. She sighed and jutted it out even more until I could see her glistening folds peeking at me, waiting for me to pl
unge inside.
When I brought my mouth closer and ran my tongue along her slit, June let out a growl and widened her legs. "Zi. Please."
I could barely hear her whisper but I understood she couldn't wait anymore. She was starting to drip because of how wet she was. I hadn't ever tried this position with anyone. All the women I'd been with had wanted me to look into their eyes, each for different reasons. With June, I didn't have to share any part of myself or my feelings. I could just fuck.
And that's exactly what I did. Raising myself up on my knees behind her, I took my cock and slowly guided the tip of it inside her slippery pussy, moaning at that first feel of suction and wetness. Her cunt was going to swallow me whole as well and I was here for it. Firmly, I took hold of her hips and began to move my own, slow at first just to get the hang of it. It felt awesome to have her ass presented to me this way while I took her, while I dominated. It felt even more awesome to finally have some power back and not be the boy people used or had second thoughts about. This time, I was in control.
Our fucking produced those wet, slapping sounds after a few seconds and June gripped the arm rest before she started backing into me. Hard. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the forceful pleasure and strong, physical sensations flooding my entire body. Shit. I wanted more of this. So much more.
I pounded into her, going as deep as I could before almost pulling out and then repeating the motion. She squirmed underneath me and started to cry out for me to go faster, mumbling hot, greedy words to make me hornier. Like that was even possible. I was at my peak right now.
At the last moment, she straightened until her upper body was aligned vertically with mine and started bouncing on my dick while dragging one hand of mine over her breasts and the other to help her rub her clit.
I was going to pass out from the pleasure. Why did such pleasure even exist? It could corrupt the most well-meaning of souls and how were we to blame? It felt too good.
She kept saying ‘Yeah’ in this wild, breathless manner and I got so rough with her, I actually thought I might hurt her. But I didn't. June finally came hard, her juices dripping down my length and my balls tightened. I let out a satisfied groan when my own cum shot out of my dick and drained all of me in that one, intense climax.
I found it hard to catch my breath afterwards and she understood. We didn't cuddle or anything but she did lie down next to me later while we both recovered from the exertion. I didn't speak. I had no words.
My cock was limp now but my body seemed to have transcended reality.
June was the one who spoke up first. "Your father's going to kill me,” she said.
Thinking about my father was not high on my agenda right now but I smiled at her and said, "I can handle him. Don't sweat it." I started to felt a little sleepy. "Do you have another session after this?"
She shook her head, looking all flushed and messy. "Not for another hour. Why?"
"I don't know," I murmured and sighed. "I just wanted to take a little nap."
She gave me a tiny smile and got up to get dressed. "Go right ahead. I'm just going to do some paperwork."
"Are you sure?" I asked but I never heard her reply.
After so many months, it felt like I could finally close my eyes and just rest, not only my body but my heart and my entire being. The angst was slowly leaving me and with that, came healing.
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Official Teaser for ‘Wicked’ (Book 5 of the FORBIDDEN series)
Jasper
She was watching me as she sat on a chair half-hidden in the shadows beside the gigantic Christmas tree, sucking on a lollypop. I picked up a slice of pizza, intending to take a huge bite out of it but that was when she chose to let go of the lollypop and I swear I heard the pop sound all the way from here. But that was ridiculous because we were surrounded by all our family members and they happened to be making quite a lot of noise. Not to mention the Christmas music playing silently somewhere in the corner.
Shaking my head in amusement, I bit into the pizza and watched her roll the lollypop against her lips and lick it with the tip of her tongue. She'd turned into my personal entertainment channel these days. Every day, there was something new to see and laugh about. I indulged her because I could tell she had a sweet soul underneath all the bad girl vibes she gave off. A sweet and emotional soul which had already borne a lot of pain despite her being so young. She seemed to actually like me instead of only lusting over me. I wasn't sure why though. Boys her age must go crazy over her while I was old enough to be her granddad and way past acting like some smitten teenager. The thought made me cringe inwardly. I didn't feel old at all but that wasn't really the point. Or was it?
There wasn't much else to do and she was really determined to hold my attention so I leaned against the table and ate my pizza while she put on a nice little show for me. Cole had noticed what was happening about five minutes ago, had come to stand in my line of sight and say, "Wells, really? That was one time. Look away," in an exasperated tone before shaking his head at me and walking off.
God, I loved that guy. And no, I wasn't planning to do anything with her again no matter how eager she was. It didn't feel right to me now that I was sober and not in one of my dark moods. She was just undeniably cute. And real. I liked people who had the courage to own up to what they were in front of the world. Aali wasn't vying for attention like most people would think but she was hungry for love. Unfortunately, she was looking for it in the wrong place.
Poor kid. I still couldn't forget the way her nightmares had plagued her that one time she'd slept over at my place. What did she even remember of her childhood? She was just two when Armaan had adopted her but...something ugly from the first couple of years of her life had latched onto her subconsciousness and refused to let go. It made me feel sorry for her.
Skye appeared in front of me then, her arms folded and eyes bearing suspicion. "Is this what you were talking about when you claimed you wanted to move on?" she asked me with a frown.
I puffed out a breath, wishing she wouldn't start this with me. It was Christmas and I was so happy to be home with my family. Even her. She had been really sweet to me since I'd gotten back and Cole assured me that it wasn't just a phase, she was genuinely making an effort to be better. I hoped so. I wanted her to be happy.
"What're you talking about?" I asked quietly, folding my arms as well.
She raised her eyebrows at me. "Sixteen, Jasper? Really?"
I cocked my head at her. "Eighteen, Skye? Really?"
She widened her eyes and shushed me before looking around to see if anyone had heard. I rolled my eyes at her dramatics. If I had any say in it, that fling of hers would remain dead and buried because there was no way I could stand to see Cole's heart breaking again.
"Okay," she said in a calm voice and closed her eyes.
I watched her with my mouth half open as she breathed in and out deeply while chanting something about becoming one with peace or joy or some shit like that. I wanted to laugh then. She hated weed, otherwise I'd have offered some to her and saved her all this trouble.
When Skye finally opened her eyes, she smiled at me and patted my chest before saying, "I just want you to be happy, Jasper."
I nodded at her. "I am happy. Most of the time, anyway."
She glanced over at Aaliyah who was chatting with Isabelle now and then looked back at me worriedly. "Sixteen is way too young though," she said to me. "Does Cole know about this?"
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Leave me alone, Madison."
She hesitated but then closed her eyes again and did the breathing, chanting thing. Is that how it was going to be for the next thirty years or so if we survived that long? I didn't comment though. Zen Skye was way better than critical Skye any day.
She did leave me alone then and I went back to my pizza. And my entertainment channel. Aaliyah was unwrapping some chocolate now and I was interested in seeing what she planned to do with that as well. She beamed at me suddenly and i
t was such an innocent, sweet smile. As though I made her happy just by being there. However, I didn't smile back even if my heart softened a little at that expression on her face. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her by leading her on.
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Joy and laughter float all around me but I still feel sad inside.
At least after all these years, I've found someone in whom to confide.
A friend who understands how I feel.
Coffee and smiles shared over a meal.
Except I can't tell her about you.
I can't tell her because she's into you too.
Didn't take you long to turn your attentions to her.
But I don't even blame you because this time I went too far.
I drove you away, didn't I, my love?
I keep asking why every time I look above.
But even God doesn't have answers for me.
My mind is a trap from which I can't ever be free.
It's too late to say sorry now, too late to say I want you around.
There's someone else whose softness you drown in, someone better you have found.
That familiar scent, that solid strength and that teasing laughter,
that anger and gruff attitude and that look you give the morning after…
She'd experience it all now and that I cannot stand to see.
A constant reminder of what I have lost...because I couldn't help being me.
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