Forbidden: A Blakely After Dark Novella (The Forbidden Series)

by Kira Blakely

  He’s already claimed me as his and I want it to stay that way.

  “Sit on my face,” he says, and takes hold of both my ass cheeks. He pulls me toward him and his tongue dances over my clit, collects my wetness, spreads it over my pussy again. “Fuck, you’re almost there, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

  He slaps my ass hard, follows it up with a kiss on my pussy lips. “Suck me.”

  I dive in again and take his throbbing length into my mouth, as much of it as I can fit. We settle into a rhythm, him eating me, slurping and grunting at the taste, and me moaning around his dick.

  Shocks of pleasure streak through my core, and I work my pussy on his face, back and forth, brushing my lips against his tongue.

  “That’s right,” he says. “Just like that, naughty girl. You’re mine.”

  “Oh, god, Daddy,” I hiss.

  “You like that? You like hearing that?” he asks between sucks and kisses.

  I gag on his cock. “Uh-huh,” I manage. His taste is a drug to me now. My jaw aches but I’m loving every second of this. Nicholas Bennett is between my lips. I can’t get over it.

  “Good. You’re mine. You’re my girl.”

  I tense up and rock against his face, overwhelmed by the urge to break into pieces.

  “Keep sucking,” he commands.

  And I do, suck and lick, drag out more pleasure from him, even as I crest the rise to my climax. I’m going to come harder than I have before, simply because it’s him.

  My orgasm awakens every inch of me. Every cell is electrified by the white-hot purity pulsing in my core. I cry out but bite my lip to keep from screaming out his real name and giving the game away.

  His dick thickens between my lips. I work his shaft even as I spasm against him, and I’m rewarded by the first spurt of his cum. It hits the back of my throat and I drink it up. A second, a third, a fourth, he jams into my mouth, growling low, lips against my clit. I take everything he has to offer, every drop.

  And after it’s all down, I crawl forward off his body, and sit down neatly on the sofa. The realization hits home again, but this time it’s without the hot sex to distract me from the truth.

  I’ve just fucked and sucked my ex-boyfriend’s father.

  Chapter 12

  Heather

  Nicholas walks beside me, his bare feet whispering along the sand, and his arm around my shoulders. The sun sets on the horizon, as we move between the villas, toward my own personal place.

  “Tomorrow’s the last day,” he says, softly, and kisses my shoulder, right beside the red spaghetti strap that hold my dress up.

  “I know,” I say. Tomorrow, one whole day and night with the man I can never have, and then it’s all over, folks. I’m not sure I can work up the courage to see him again, or rather, I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist.

  He’s been my dream since I ran into him in the hall. Since I Google stalked him a year ago. God, how pathetic am I?

  “Are you all right?” He stalls and drags me around to look at him, hidden behind the mask, now. “You’ve been quiet since we left the villa.”

  “I’m fine,” I say. “Just hungry and tired.”

  “Let’s have dinner down at the beach,” he says and brushes my hair from my neck. “Candles, wine, the wash of ocean against the sand.”

  “No,” I say. “No, thank you. I’m super tired. I’d like to get a little sleep. I’ll see you first thing in the morning.” We’re only a few feet from the front of my villa.

  “As you wish,” he says, and leans in for a kiss.

  He still tastes like me, and it makes it that much harder to walk away. I want to be his for real. I want him to know who I am. but I’m equally terrified and guilty. This is wrong on so many levels.

  Nicholas parts my lips and massages my tongue with his, deepening the kiss.

  I cling to him; my knees give way and he catches me.

  “Oh, sorry to interrupt,” a voice squeaks behind us. The usual unctuous tones from Becky are marred by a high pitch.

  I separate from Nicholas and look over at her. “Hi,” I say, and my heart plummets. What will she say about this? We fought, sure, but she’s still my friend, and we’ll need to get past it, fast, because god knows I need some advice right now.

  “Hi,” Becky replies and adjusts her mask a little. “Are you busy?” Her gaze darts to Nicholas and back to me again. “We need to talk.”

  “I think we do,” I say. I squeeze Nicholas’ hand. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

  “The morning.” He nods but sweeps me into another tight embrace. “Assuming I can wait that long,” he breathes, into my ear.

  Goosebumps chase down the back of my neck and I shiver, automatically. I kiss his jaw – it’s the only bit of skin on his face I can access – and fight off a fresh wave of guilt. It feels perfect, like it was meant to be.

  Finally, I step away from him and move toward the entrance to my villa. I glance back and he stands there, hands in his pockets, watching me.

  Becky falls in beside me. “So that’s the mystery man, eh?”

  I remain quiet. If I talk now, it will all come tumbling out before I can figure a way to word it right. Ugh, not that there’s any manner in which to word this right.

  “I’m sorry, Heather,” she says, softly, but I still look over my shoulder to make sure he hasn’t heard.

  Nicholas is gone. The spot where he’d stood is empty and all I’m greeted by is a view of the ocean in the distance, reflecting glimmers of orange.

  “Let’s talk inside,” I say and open the front door of my villa. We enter and I click on the lights, nerves building by the second.

  She’s going to think you’re crazy.

  Why do I even care what she thinks? She’s the one who suggested this trip, and the one who insulted me because I took advantage of the opportunity she offered.

  I shut the door and walk through to the tiny kitchenette at the opposite end of the room. “Water?” I pour myself a glass.

  “No, I’m good,” Becky says, and removes her mask. “These things are way too hot after a while.” She gestures with it, then tosses it on the coffee table. “I can’t stand this for much longer. Like, the experience is amazing but the heat is too much. I just want to rip my mask off and be free.”

  I down the water and set the glass down on the counter.

  “Heather, I’ll apologize again,” she says. “I know I freaked out earlier but it was only because I care about you. I guess, I’m just worried you’ll get hurt and I feel a certain amount of responsibility for the fact that you’re here and that you lost your virginity here. I wanted this to be fun for both of us, but I’m also afraid you’ll end up regretting it.”

  God, shots fired. Regret swirls through me as we speak, after all. Regret and desire – like it or not, I still want Nicholas.

  “I found out something,” I say. “I found out something that’s changed things a little.”

  “What is it?” Becky frowns and scooches to the edge of her seat. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. I guess, I’m fine. Actually, no, I’m not. This is serious. It’s bad, and I don’t know quite how to handle it.”

  “What’s up?”

  “I slept with Jake’s dad,” I say.

  Becky’s eyes almost pop out of her skull. She stares at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind.

  I finally pull off my mask and toss it aside, wipe sweat from my cheeks. “His mask slipped off while we were in the act.”

  “Oh,” Becky says, and she relaxes back against the cushions. “Oh, okay. It was accidental. That’s not your fault. How were you supposed to know that it was him? How could anyone have known?”

  I can’t bring myself to tell her the truth. I knew it was him and I continued anyway.

  “As long as you don’t see him again, it’s fine,” Becky says.

  I shake my head. “I have to see him again. Tomorrow. He asked me to meet him. It’s –
it’s the last day, Becky.”

  “So?! Are you kidding? Like, I know we’ve just made up again but if you’re going to be irrational, I can’t help you. This is Jake’s dad. Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?” Becky folds her arms and glares at me.

  “Dude, of course I know how fucked up it is, but it’s not like I planned it. Besides, I can’t stop now. He doesn’t know who I am. If I blow him off, it will look weird,” I say.

  “So? There’s nothing he can do about it.”

  I chew on the words I’m about to spit out. “And maybe I don’t want it to end like this. Maybe I actually like him.”

  “Like him?! He’s your ex’s dad. And you know how much Jake’s father cares about him. He talks about it all the time. His single dad who gave him the world and will do anything for him. Do you really think you can come between them? Jake will be humiliated.”

  Humiliated, not crushed.

  “Jake cheated on me!” I snap. “He didn’t really give a fuck about me or he’d have broken up with me before diving into someone else’s bed.”

  “That doesn’t justify this,” Becky replies, evenly. She’s red-faced and ready to explode – I’ve lived with her long enough to identify the clues. “I can’t – I’m not going to fight with you again. But I can’t talk about this with you. It’s sick.”

  “It’s not sick,” I whisper.

  That actually hurts. Thinking that what I’ve shared with Nicholas is sick is physically painful. He’s my first. The first man I’ve slept with and the first man I’ve connected with in this way.

  Becky rises from the sofa, arms still folded. “I’m going to go. We’ll talk about this when it’s over. When you’ve come to your senses.”

  “I don’t need to come to my senses. I know what I want,” I say, and the truth of it strikes at my heart. “I want Nicholas.” Perhaps, a part of me has always wanted him, since that first run-in in the hallway outside Jake’s room. “I know it’s not exactly orthodox, but I don’t care.”

  Becky massages frown lines on her forehead. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

  My roommate walks out and slams the door shut behind her, and I’m along again. Alone with nothing but the mask for company, and thoughts of how I’ll handle tomorrow.

  My last day with Nicholas.

  Chapter 13

  Nicholas

  I sit up in bed and stare out of the window. The view, waves and palm trees, white sands and the rising sun over the ocean, does nothing to assuage my need for her. I’ve barely shaken off the sleep, and already I’ve got my mystery girl front of mind.

  Today is our last day together.

  I can’t accept this. I don’t care about what’s under the mask, anymore, only that I have to see her again after this weekend.

  The sex isn’t just amazing, it’s mind blowing. It’s changed my fucking life. I’ve never connected with a woman on that level. It’s almost cellular. Every nerve-ending screams for her, demands I get up and find my fix.

  My cell phone buzzes on the bedside table and I pick it up. Jake’s name flashes on the screen. No doubt, he has more complaints about his nine to five, more suggestions about how I can better handle this situation.

  I put the phone down and ignore the call.

  Today, I have a mission. I rise from the bed and walk to the dresser, but a knock sounds at the front door of the villa and I change course. I snatch up my mask on the way, fixing it to my face as per the rules.

  I’ve got nothing on but a pair of boxers, and my muscles ripple with every step. I unlock the front door, and a slow smile spreads my lips. “It’s early.”

  “I had to see you,” Vixen says. “May I come in?”

  She wears a silken robe, and the outline of a lace bra presses against it, drawing my gaze and my lust. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips naturally red. I’ll suck on them again, as soon as she’s inside.

  “Of course,” I say, and take her wrist. I guide her into the living room, through the door and into my bedroom. I sit her on the edge of the mattress. “Are you all right?”

  “Fine,” she says, but it’s no more than a murmur of sound. She’s not fine.

  “What’s bothering you? I missed you last night. I had to order room service,” I say, then catch myself from going further. It’s been a while since I’ve wanted a woman to eat with me.

  “Nothing,” she says. “Nothing’s bothering me. I just wanted to see you again, Daddy. I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know if this is normal.”

  “To want me?”

  “It’s more than just that,” she whispers, shaking her head. “Forget I said anything. I’m being an idiot.”

  “No! No, you’re not,” I reply. “I’ve thought about it, too. And, yeah, I feel what you do. I want to see you again after this weekend.”

  She freezes and stays that way, still on the edge of that bed, her silk robe slipping now, a revealing the slopes of her breasts, cleavage, the rim of her black and red lace bra.

  “I think it’s time we take off these masks,” I say and reach for hers.

  She catches my arm and struggles backward. “Not yet. I’m not ready yet. Maybe tomorrow, before we leave. Just – let’s have one last night together with the masks on. One last day, I mean. It’s morning – I – please?”

  Suspicion unfolds, and I tilt my head to the side. “Why?”

  She blinks up at me, then gets up and walks to the floor-to-ceiling window, shaded by drapes, now. She drags them open, then turns to me and drops the silken robe, exposing the tan expanses of flesh, those shapely legs and her tiny bra and panties, also lace and two-toned.

  “Because, Daddy,” she says. “I’m wearing crotchless panties and I want you to fuck me in front of this window where everyone can see.”

  And indeed, there are people out there, walking back and forth in the distance along the path that leads between the villas. They’ll likely only catch a glimpse of her top half, and the mask when we’re busy.

  The suspicion remains, but the suggestion is too appetizing to deny, and I’m already filling out the front of my boxers. If this is how she want to start our day, it’s fine by me. The masks can wait until we’re done. But I will see her today. All of her.

  I have to. I won’t let this weekend end without a promise of more from her.

  Chapter 14

  Heather

  I stand in front of the window, my breasts cradled by the balcony bra, my nipples peeking out above the hem. I want this, yes, I want to feel him inside me again, one last time before I leave Mystique Island and never see him again.

  I reach up and slide the bra straps from my shoulders, then unclip it and drop it to the floor. My tan lines leave white triangles over my nipples, both pink and erect now. It’s got nothing to do with the chill in his villa, and everything to do with the growing heat between my legs.

  Nicholas walks toward me, confidence in the set of his broad shoulders, the lift of his chin. He’ll take me again, and I’ll regret it later.

  Jake’s father? Christ, can I really do this?

  Fuck Jake. He didn’t really give a shit about you. It wasn’t just the virginity that bothered him. He tried to change everything about you, from the way you talk to the way you dress.

  Nicholas stops in front of me and looks down at my breasts. He doesn’t have to touch me, just breathe and watch, and I’m on the brink of melting into a puddle at his feet. His breath is feather light, brushes my skin.

  “Crotchless panties,” he says.

  “Yes.” I found them in my closet earlier and I couldn’t resist. If this will be the last time we’re together, I want it to be good. No, I want it to be mind-blowing.

  Nicholas runs a finger down my stomach, dips it into my belly button, then takes it down further. He snags it into the waistline of my panties, tugs once, then smiles. “Interesting,” he says, and slips his touch lower, lower, until it slips over the crest and into the slit which opens up to my pussy lips.

/>   “Fuck,” he says, and collects the moisture between my lips, spreads it over them and up to my clit. “You’re so wet already.”

  “Uh-huh,” I say, and jerk at his touch. Guilt swells in my chest, but I tamp down on it, force it out of there. I have to enjoy this moment with him. It will be the last one I get because, like it or not, what I’m feeling for him is forbidden. It will never work out between us.

  From what I’ve heard, Nicholas is a good guy, and Jake happens to have him in the palm of his hand. One ill word and I’ll be out the door… fuck it, out the window.

  Nicholas inserts two fingers into my pussy and brings me back into focus. “Where are you? You’re not here with me. Who are you thinking about?”

  “No one but you,” I whisper, and suck in the last of the sentence as he plunges his fingers deeper still. He brushes against my g-spot and I shudder. “Oh, god.”

  “Fuck it,” Nicholas says, and pulls out of me. He strips off his boxers and frees his dick, then slams me against the window, so that my ass is pressed to it. He lifts one of my legs and hooks it around his body, grabs both my ass cheeks and angles me toward him.

  I arch my back and stare at him from behind my mask. All that matters is us, and this moment, but I still can’t shake my guilt.

  He presses his fat head into my pussy, widening me again, for the fourth time in two days, and spears me on his length. He fills me completely, and spines of pleasure pierce and shatter any hint of hesitation from my end.

  “Oh, god,” I say.

  “I want to see you again after this weekend,” Nicholas growls, and doesn’t move, just holds me there, against the window, as people walk by in the background.

  The glass warms rapidly under my skin. “Daddy, please, just fuck me. I need you.”

  “I need you, too,” he says and draws his cock out to the tip, then rams it into my cunt again, all the way to the hilt. “I need this pussy wrapped around me at least once a day, every day from now on.”

  I hold back a gasp but shiver – it’s the pleasure and the fantasy that this could be true. “Every day?”