Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  She licked her lips nervously and his eyes dropped. His cock swelled as he stared at her pink lips, plump and glistening. He wondered how...Jeremy jerked away, stepping back from the counter again. It was easy to see why her boss had kissed her. She was just too tempting. He wasn't sure he'd survive this encounter, let alone if he had to see her every day.

  "Okay," she whispered, finally taking out her wallet and dropping her eyes to focus on the check. She wrote carefully as he watched, tormenting himself. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she concentrated and his groin tightened painfully. He'd thought these jeans were getting a bit loose, but evidently not faced with Sophie Kendall.

  She finished and offered him the check. He took it and slid it in the register drawer, then offered her the paperwork to sign. She bent over it and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel. With a loud pop, one of the barrettes came loose and fell to the counter. A swing of blond hair – lightly curling – fell across her face as she looked up in surprise. The slightly parted lips, the way the curl brushed her cheek and made her seem younger and more...Jeremy caught her chin in his hand and kissed her.

  He pulled back almost immediately, but not before her taste flooded his senses. He stepped back until the desk behind him caught his thighs, his eyes locked on hers. Her cheeks were flushed again, her eyes dark, her lips...He groaned. "I'm..." he stumbled on the words. How could he be sorry for a tasting such sweetness?

  "Oh." It was all she could think of. Twice today she'd been kissed suddenly. The first had been distressing and embarrassing. This one...

  "I'm not married or anything," he blurted it out, then wanted to smack himself. Any other time, say in a bar or something, and he'd be smooth and slick and have her eating out of his hand. Not have her staring at him like he'd slapped her. Not have himself staring like he had no idea what to do with a woman.

  "Oh. Okay," she said.

  "Just so's you know," he continued, damning himself for babbling, "'Cause I wouldn't kiss you if I was." There was at least 4 feet between them, but he felt like he could feel the heat of her body touching his. Or maybe he was burning up from the inside.

  Something in her look changed. He watched in helpless arousal as her eyes swept over his body, from his long legs, to the huge bulge at his crotch, to the oil-stained tee that covered his chest. "Since you're not married," she murmured, tilting her head a little, the curl sweeping her cheek again, "Maybe you'd like to kiss me again."

  "Not a good idea." Kissing her again would lead to touching her. It sounded like a good idea.

  He really wanted to touch her, to taste her, to bury his throbbing cock inside her. But somewhere there had to be a catch to this.

  "Even if I said pretty please?" she teased. She took a step back and unbuttoned her suit jacket. "I feel kind of...warm." She wore a lighter grey blouse under the jacket, the material so thin he could see the pattern of her lacy bra. His eyes shot to her face, even as his cock strained against his pants.

  "Why...?" He could ask himself the same question. Why was he fighting this? Hadn't he fantasized about her? Hadn't he kissed her once already and enjoyed it? Didn't he want more? Hell, yes, he did.

  "I have needs," she slid the jacket down her arms, "Like everybody else. We've already established that you're not attached. I'm not attached." She let the jacket dangle in her fingers a moment before dropping it to the floor. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch again. "You're obviously attracted. Why shouldn't I want to see where this goes?"

  She was even more slender without the jacket, her breasts firm and full under the thin silk and lace. She reached up and undid the other barrette as he just stared, mute. Her hair fell around her face, making her seem more sensual. "I like the taste of your mouth. I expect I'll like the taste of other parts of you, too."

  Holy shit. Jeremy's body clenched and all the blood drained to his cock, which threatened to rip right through the denim. He saw the flash of headlights behind her and realized they were in full view in the middle of the glass-fronted lobby. As much as he'd love to fuck her against the counter and have the memory of that forever, that was not going to be good for business.

  "In back" Was that his voice? Sounding strangled and hoarse?

  "Lead the way." She gave him a wicked smile that matched the sparkle in her eyes. "I wanted to see your ass in those jeans. See where I can just bite you."

  If she kept saying things like that, he wasn't sure his legs would hold him. "Biting is a special favor," he growled, "And calls for equal payment." He actually saw the shudder go through her body. Damn. Get a grip, he ordered himself, extending his hand to her.

  "I already owe you a couple favors," she murmured, taking his hand and letting him lead her through to the garage. There were three cars – including hers – in the bays. "I owe you for staying late, for taking my check...for kissing me."

  "Maybe I do want you to be grateful," he replied, drawing her into his arms now that they were away from the windows. She felt good against him, although her head only reached his chin. He dipped his head to kiss her again, savoring this time, teasing her with his tongue as he explored her taste.

  Sophie's hands stroked his cock through the denim. "I'm ever so grateful," she murmured, flipping open buttons, letting his penis surge free. He bit back a groan as the pressure eased gradually, then lost the battle when she wrapped her hands around his shaft.

  "Damn." It came from his gut as she gave him a firm squeeze and pumped him. His balls clenched and he thought for a panicked moment that he was going to come right then like a teenager with his first girl. But her hand shifted, her fingers pressing the bulging vein at his base and stilling the urge.

  Jeremy slid his hands over her shoulders, up into her hair, and claimed her mouth again. Even as he kissed her hungrily, he pushed her hands away and scooped her up, setting her gently on the hood of her car. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice husky and low, "For favor number one."

  "That sounds fair," she managed, leaning on her elbows as she looked up at him. He was tall, strong, aroused, and arousing. His hands shoved her skirt up and the groan that came from his mouth when he saw her thigh-high stockings and tiny red lace panties made her smile. His fingers curled in the panties, then they were tugged away and she tilted her hips and spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening, swollen flesh to his hungry eyes. "Take your taste."

  Jeremy couldn't believe it as he slid his hands over her inner thighs, as he stared at her already wet pussy. She was so...ripe. He felt a surge of lust and lowered his mouth. Her head fell back with a moan as he swiped his tongue over her swollen pussy lips, taking his first taste of her sweet juices. The desire for more had him going to his knees, sliding her forward on the hood, so he could lave her again and again. His tongue explored her cleft, his hands shifting so his thumbs could part her lips and expose her clit, her pussy, the juices seeping from her core.

  He stroked her clit with his tongue, enjoying her breathless moans and the way her hips rocked against his face just as much as the way she tasted. He slid one hand over, pressing his middle finger against her pussy opening, then slowly sliding it inside. Her wet passage enveloped him, quivering around his thick finger, as he pushed in to the knuckle. "Please, Jeremy," she moaned, "Give me more. I need more."

  More. Two fingers this time. Her hips arched as he pushed them deep, pulled back, and thrust hard. His tongue flicked her clit constantly as he finger-fucked her pussy, more juices coating his hand, her moans gradually changing to breathless cries as her pussy muscles tensed.

  Three fingers. He lifted his head, his other hand shifting so his thumb rubbed her clit as three fingers thrust into her. Her head was thrown back, her breasts heaving as she panted, her face and neck flushed with passion. Jeremy felt his cock swell to previously untested limits as he watched her lips part, her hands clench and felt the first tremors of her body around his fingers. He kept pumping hard and fast as her hips lifted and, when she came, he grinned in triumph.
She cried out, bucked against his hand, and her cum gushed over his fingers.

  Getting to his feet, he surveyed her limp body. Her breasts bounced a little with her panting and he thought he'd really like to see them bare, like to taste her nipples before he fucked her. Her dazed, dark eyes met his as he leaned over her, one hand on either side of her, flat on the hood. "My, my, Jeremy," she purred and the sound went straight to his penis, "I'm not sure I paid you adequately for that favor. It seems I enjoyed it too much."

  He flashed a grin. "That was payment enough for staying late," he said, "But I'm going to do something now that might shock you." Her eyes widened a little and his grin did too. "Consider this payback for the check." His hands fisted in her blouse and he ripped it open, the thin silk tearing easily, the sound making him tremble with need. She gasped, but it was heat and lust that he saw in her eyes, and his grin turned feral. A quick flip of the front clasp of her bra and those full orbs were free. He groaned as he cupped them in his hands, as he suckled one nipple, then the other.

  Sophie's hands slid into his hair as he feasted on her breasts. His cock brushed her thigh as he leaned over her and she felt a shudder in her pussy. She needed him inside her...but this was payback. And she was suffering so, she thought with a wicked smile as her head fell back. She moaned and squirmed under him, making his erection slide up and down the inside of her thigh, teasing herself even as she enjoyed the way his mouth pleasured her breasts.

  Jeremy finally lifted his head, loving the way her nipples were now red from his sucking. His cock ached for attention and he was finding it harder and harder to hold back. The way her thighs had moved against him...he couldn't wait any more. He gave one nipple a quick bite that had her gasping. "Now," he said idly, his tone belying the way his body pulsed with need, "I believe you're ready to give me that last favor." He peeled his tee over his head, exposing tight abs and a strong chest. He enjoyed her smile and shucked his jeans and boots so he could stand naked before her.

  Sophie was sprawled, half-dressed, on the hood of her own car, staring at her naked mechanic. He had a body she'd only fantasized about, including the thick red shaft jutting from his groin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips as she eyed it. She wanted to taste him too, to slide her tongue over his long penis, to slide that throbbing erection into her mouth, her throat. "I want..." she started, her eyes lifting to his. She saw the desire and enjoyment in his brown eyes.

  "Later," he grinned, stepping up between her legs, "When I owe you a favor for letting me fuck you." He had a hand on his cock and his fat head was rubbing up and down her swollen slit. She let her head fall back as she moaned.

  "I guess..." she conceded as his head fit against her pussy and she felt the first stretch of her muscles around his thickness. "Oh, God, Jeremy..." Her moan trailed off as he slowly pushed his penis into her, stretching, filling, overwhelming her. Her legs lifted and his hands guided them, his calloused palms on the back of her thighs as he lifted them so he could push deeper, penetrate to the hilt.

  She felt like his cock throughout her body, from the hot steel rod throbbing inside her pussy, to the heat and pleasure that suffused her limbs and made her quiver for more. Jeremy rested her ankles on his shoulders, his hands stroking her breasts, then settling to the hood on either side of her as he watched the pleasure flood her face. She was wrapped so tightly around his cock, he wasn't sure he could breathe. But the sensation of her inner muscles fluttering against his thickness was not something he was willing to give up.

  Finally her eyes opened and met his. Drowning in her blue depths, he drew his cock back and thrust. Again. Again. Each stroke had breath gasping from her lips and had pleasure flashing through his system. He fell into a fast rhythm, instinctively knowing he'd never last and determined to make her cum again. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock.

  In. Out. Sophie wrapped her hands around his wrists and closed her eyes, arching her back until his cock hit that magic spot. Even as she gasped, he leaned and bore down, thrusting again and again to the same spot, his hands moving to hold her hips still so he could hammer pleasure into her body. She felt him swelling against her pussy walls, his already thick cock becoming even more so. Each thrust was forceful, a battering ram to her pussy, to her core, and she cried out again and again.

  Jeremy was grunting, groaning as he drove them both to orgasm. He couldn't savor her body; his only thought was more, more. Again and again he thrust into her until her eyes flew open and she arched up off the hood. Her pussy clamped around his cock and he groaned as his head went light and the blood surged to his balls. Even as her inner muscles started to relax, her cum enveloping him, his balls clenched and his cock pulsed. His own thick cum shot up into her.

  Sophie cried out, bucking under him, as he ejaculated once, and again, and again. He fell onto her, pinning her to the hood, as he emptied into her. She shuddered and went limp beneath him, her hands stroking up his back, curling in his hair. When he could breathe, Jeremy shifted back, sliding his spent cock free, then lifted himself on his elbows and gave her a cocky grin. "Mighty nice car, Miss Kendall," he drawled, "And a sweet little body to go with it."

  She returned the smile. "I guess you know your cars," she murmured, "And your favors."

  "I'd say you're paid in full, baby," he growled, nipping lightly at the corner of her mouth before giving her a kiss. "In fact, I might even owe you one."

  "I'll be happy to collect," she pressed a kiss to his jaw, then ran her tongue over his day's growth of beard. "I know exactly what I want."

  The End.

  Awakening

  Something woke me out of a deep sleep. I had been dreaming about darkened rooms made of warm writhing flesh. The damp air had held a musky scent that I thought I should have recognized but couldn't quite recall, as if it had been some genetic memory that couldn't be translated into normal thoughts. The floor had been sticky and the air was filled with moans and gasps. They didn't sound like they were made from pain though.

  The sheets had been kicked down to the foot of my bed in the night. Hot humid air filtered in through my open window and clung to my naked form. It was only May and already it felt like August. I tried to ignore my nocturnal erection which was swollen enough to be almost painful.

  I tried to roll my head to look at the clock but I couldn't move it. My whole body couldn't move. Without warning my heart accelerated as panic flooded my mind. I tried to calm my mind, to think rationally so the stress wouldn't overwhelm me and aggravate my heart condition, but my body had become a slave to the primitive lizard part of my brain that would never be controlled or reasoned with. My boner was gone.

  After a few moments my eyes began to adjust to the darkness and I became aware of a presence in my room with me. At first it caused my panic to rise even higher and I could feel the weak walls of my heart begin to flutter with fatigue. I was not alone but nothing dangerous had yet made itself apparent.

  I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten when something in my room made a leathery slithering sound like two snakes twisting together. There was another sound like languid breathing coming from the far wall at the foot of my bed. My eyes snapped open and locked onto a shadowy form directly across from me.

  All I could see of it in the dark was a formless lump of darker shadow against the wall under my bikini girl poster, but at the top and roughly middle of the shadow were two pin pricks of dim reddish orange light. The center of these cold fire orbs were tiny black circles that held a weight to them that stole my breath as I recognized them for what they were. Glowing red eyes, the eyes of a predator.

  My heart sputtered irregularly and my breath came in fast, shallow gasps. I needed my fucking meds. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the orange bottle on my nightstand, a bottle of water next to them, but my body would not respond to my urgings. The rational part of my brain screamed two words over and over into my mind: sleep paralysis. I was still dreaming, just a dream, don't panic. I recited this mantra in my
mind but it was as useless as explaining quantum physics to a brain damaged cow. My panic would not subside.

  "Don't be afraid." a smoky feminine voice whispered in the dark. For some reason that voice pinned my frantic emotions like my body was pinned to the bed. I could feel a cool calm flood my body like a strong narcotic in my blood. I was still scared, but my heart and breathing were quickly returning to normal.

  The shadowy form stood up and again there was that leathery sound. The gleaming eyes rose to the bikini girl's naval which made the shadow a few inches shorter than me. With a slow and queer grace the shadow moved away from the wall and further into the room. When the shadow crossed the threshold of light pouring in through my window it stopped and I could see it for what it was. A naked woman. No not a woman, something else.

  She possessed the general form of a woman but for as much of her that looked human there was as much that was nowhere near human.

  She had the face of an angel with long straight, raven black hair that fell down to her waist. Her skin was pale enough that I could just see her veins under the skin. Strong, well toned muscle rippled under her smooth flesh when she moved. Her lips were full and black. Her predatory eyes were almond shaped and gave an exotic quality to her face. Her full firm breasts were smooth and without blemish, her erect nipples as dark as her lips. Her breasts were large but they defied gravity and hung close to her chest. Her waist was narrow to the point of appearing waspish and expanded to wide sensuous hips. Her legs were chords of toned muscle and a neatly trimmed nest of black hair nestled where her legs met her hips. I couldn't see her feet.

  After that all semblance of human normalcy ended. A pair of ivory, red tipped horns grew from her forehead and curled up and outwards over her head and pointed ears. A pair of shiny smooth black bat-like wings grew from her back and made a rasping noise when they rubbed together. These wings had made the sound I had heard earlier. The dark veins were moving, slithering around under her skin and forming arcane patterns that couldn't occur under natural laws. Her fingers ended in long, curving black claws. Lastly, swishing slowly behind her legs was a long whip like tail that ended in ridges and a phallic bulb.