Unlawful Desire

by Chelle Bliss

  With my lips still on hers, I pushed her dress up her thighs. Placing my hand between us, I brushed my fingers against her pussy and found her dripping wet.

  She liked the idea. Maybe it had been the night before that sold her on the idea of being caught, but it always heightened the pleasure. Georgia was like an unexplored book, and I planned to turn the pages chapter by chapter and give her every experience possible.

  Her hands undid my buttons before she quickly lowered the zipper. With her mouth still on mine, she palmed my cock and stroked it. I flinched and moaned from the contact and warmth that her hand provided.

  I needed more. Wanted it more than anything.

  I rested my forehead against hers and steadied my breath. “Put my dick in you,” I told her.

  She peered down at my cock. “There’s something so damn sexy about seeing my hand on your dick.”

  “You can look later,” I told her, grinding my teeth. “Right now, I want to fuck you.”

  “Yes, sir.” She pulled me toward her with my own dick.

  She rubbed my dick through her wetness, taking her time and moving it up and down. Each time it slid over her clit, her eyes would roll back slightly.

  “You’re killing me,” I whispered, grabbing a condom and sliding it over my granite dick.

  “Pussy,” she murmured.

  “I want it, yes. Fuck me, Georgia.”

  She placed the head of my hardened cock against her opening. Unable to wait any longer, I pushed inside her and felt my legs tremble.

  Her head tipped back, and I took the opportunity to kiss and bite her neck as I fucked her. My strokes quickened and I dove deeper with each thrust.

  “Yes!” she whisper-yelled and bit her lip to quiet her moans.

  I placed my hands behind her and tipped her back on the desk. Hammering into her, I closed my eyes and buried my face between her fantastic tits.

  The door opened. “Yo!” Bear yelled. “Holy fuck!”

  Georgia jumped into my arms and shrieked.

  I froze, leaving my cock inside her. “Out!” I yelled without turning around.

  “Nice ass, man.” Bear laughed. “Can I watch?”

  “Get the fuck out!”

  “No, really. I can just sit here. Pretend I’m not in the room.”

  “Excuse me.” I heard my mother’s voice.

  Georgia’s eyes were the biggest I’d ever seen as I looked down at her.

  “Oh my God!” my mother yelled, and she must’ve seen my bare ass on full display.

  “Please let me die,” Georgia whispered and slammed her head into the desk repeatedly.

  “Everyone get out of my office!” I yelled.

  “Oh my God!” Mom repeated in the same shocked voice.

  “Want to watch?” Bear asked her, not knowing she was my mother.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Mom asked Bear, and I heard a slap.

  “Nothing,” he mumbled.

  “Everyone, get the fuck out!” I roared.

  As the door closed, I heard her say, “Hussy.”

  “Fuck me,” Georgia said and hit her head one final time before closing her eyes.

  “That’s what got us into this mess,” I told her before sticking my face between her breasts as my dick slid out of her.

  She started to laugh until she broke out into hysterical giggles. Her body shook underneath me.

  “Glad you find this funny,” I mumbled into her cleavage before standing straight up and looking down at her.

  “Your mom thinks I’m a total slut.” She laughed again, holding her stomach.

  “If she only knew,” I whispered before pulling off the condom, tossing it in the trash, and zipping up my pants.

  Georgia sat up, grabbing the edge of the desk, and kicked her feet back and forth. “Hey. I know what it’s like to get caught now.” She bit her lip.

  “Fuckin’ great.”

  I helped her off the desk, and she smoothed her dress before I opened the door.

  “Mom, what are you doing here?” I asked as I walked into the hallway.

  She pushed off the wall and walked toward me quickly. “What kind of people do you work with?” she asked and glared at me. “I thought I could take you to lunch.” She poked me in the chest. “But I can see you’re busy.”

  “Hey.” I grabbed her sharp little digit. “I’m not too busy. Georgia stopped by to take me to lunch too. We can all go.”

  “I don’t know,” Mom said and pulled her finger from my light grip.

  “I want to talk to you in the conference room, and then the three of us will go eat.” I ushered her toward the room.

  “Want me to keep Georgia company, bro?” Bear yelled down the hallway.

  “No!” I shouted before closing the door. “Sit,” I demanded and pointed at the chair.

  My mother held her purse against her legs as she sat down slowly. “What?” she asked with a sour look on her face.

  “We have a few things we have to get straight about Georgia.”

  I pulled a chair in front of her and sat down. “You don’t know anything about Georgia, Mom. She’s not a hussy like the other women I’ve been with.”

  “She’s not?” She tilted her head, calling bullshit without saying it.

  “She was a virgin when I met her, Mom.”

  Her mouth dropped open, and she looked like a goldfish trying to find oxygen.

  “So stop treating her like a common whore. She’s a good girl.”

  She leaned forward and whispered, “She was a virgin?”

  “Yes.”

  I heard a loud thud at the door. “Lucky bastard,” Bear said. If I weren’t having a talk with my mother, I’d laugh.

  “Be nice to her. I’m going to marry her, and she’s going to be the mother of your grandchildren.”

  She straightened her back and smiled. “You finally found someone worthy of the title.”

  “Title?” I asked and scrunched my nose.

  She pinched my cheeks, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen her so happy. “Yes, the next Mrs. Jones.”

  “Promise to be nice?”

  She nodded vigorously. “I will be on my best behavior.”

  “Why do I not believe you?” I mumbled when her hands dropped from my face, leaving a tingle where she’d pinched.

  “Let’s go to lunch and celebrate.” She popped up from the chair.

  “Celebrate?” I asked before pushing myself up.

  “I convinced your father that we needed to move here to be closer to our grandbabies.”

  My knees grew weak at her words. No. No. She couldn’t move here. There was only so much Mom I could take. I had hit maximum overload after only one day.

  “But you love California,” I said in a weak voice, still in shock with my heart fluttering wildly in my chest.

  “But I love my son more—and the babies Georgia is going to give me. Now, let’s go celebrate.” She patted me on the chest before leaving me in the conference room.

  I watched as she walked down the hallway and into my office. I couldn’t move. I didn’t think anything in my life had me as on edge or in as much of a panic as knowing my parents were going to live nearby. I’d moved to the opposite side of the country for a reason.

  Georgia walked out of the office and turned to face me. My mother was at her side. Georgia caught one glance at me and broke out into laughter.

  “Fuck,” I said before taking off toward the two women in my life.

  Six months ago, I never would’ve guessed that things would change as much and as quickly as they had. If the price I had to pay for having Georgia in my life was my parents, I’d deal. Maybe I could get them to live on the other coast of the state.

  “Keep laughing,” I said when I took her hand in mine.

  We followed my mother down the hallway toward the front doors. “See, it could get worse,” she whispered.

  “How?” I asked and shook my head.

  When we climbed in the car, my mother lea
ned forward from the backseat and stuck her head in between us. “Oh, Frisco. You know that house for sale next door to you?”

  I grimaced and paled. She wouldn’t. Georgia laughed so hard, tears began to stream from her eyes.

  “Your father put in an offer this morning.”

  Yep, shit could get worse.

  Chapter 24

  Cruisin’

  Three months later

  A week after my parents moved to town and I’d hit my limit of family time, I took Georgia on a surprise cruise. We’d spend six days and five nights cut off from the entire world, but mainly from the four people who made us the craziest.

  I booked us the biggest suite I could. It had a Jacuzzi tub, huge living room, and a private deck. I wouldn’t skimp. This would be the trip where I’d ask Georgia to marry me. I’d waited, much to the dismay of her parents and mine, but fuck them. This was for us.

  When we docked in Jamaica, we spent the morning at a private resort and basked in the sun. Halfway through the day, raindrops began to fall and we headed to town to shop and dodge the water. Her eyes twinkled every time she passed a diamond ring, but nothing she saw compared to the one I had in the safe in the room.

  I’d chosen Grand Cayman as the place I’d get down on one knee and ask her to be mine forever. But much to my dismay, we couldn’t get off the boat and head ashore. A huge front had settled over the island.

  That left Cozumel, and I didn’t want that to be the thing she remembered about our engagement. It was too touristy and lacked the private place I had originally selected in Grand Cayman.

  We stood on the balcony, watching the waves crash against the boat and gazing at the shore. “I’m going to schedule you a massage,” I told her.

  “That sounds fantastic.” She laid her head on my shoulder. “Why don’t you come?”

  I pulled her closer and kissed her hair. “You go and enjoy. I’m going to read,” I lied. “Let me go inside and see if they have an appointment.”

  She nodded and I walked into the room and placed a call. I had a plan. A new one and maybe a better one, but I needed a couple of hours to make it happen. I ordered her the works—massage, pedicure, manicure, and whatever else the lady recommended.

  After walking her to the spa, I headed straight to the onboard florist. I bought every red rose they had available and the flameless candles they sold.

  I spoke with our room attendant and made him part of the plan. While we were at dinner, he was to cover the bed and floor with rose petals and have a bottle of the best champagne chilling in the room. When she and I were alone after dinner, I’d pop the question. I made reservations at the steakhouse on board and asked for an ocean-view table. Tonight I wanted no detail left overlooked.

  I slipped the ring into my pocket while she dressed. She raved the entire time about how amazing and relaxed she felt after her hours at the spa. Whereas I felt butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach. I didn’t have any doubt that she’d say yes, but damn, it was still such a scary thing.

  The last time I’d popped the question I didn’t feel this nervous. Jeanine forced it out of me, would be a more accurate way of describing it. She crushed my dreams the day I caught her with her legs spread and another man between them.

  I glanced at Georgia while she finished applying her red lipstick and took a deep breath. She was nothing like Jeanine and would never do to me what she had done. Georgia was everything I ever wanted and more. She was my equal and wise beyond her years.

  “You ready?” I asked and smoothed out my tie, giving myself one final look in the mirror.

  “Ready.” She walked out of the bathroom looking more beautiful than I think I’d ever seen her. “What’s wrong?” she asked and placed her hand on my chest, right over my heart.

  “Nothing, babe.”

  “Your heart is beating kind of crazy. Are you feeling sick?” She moved her hand to my forehead.

  I shook it away and pulled her into my arms. “My heart is beating for you. I still lose my breath every time I see you. I can’t believe you’re mine, Georgia.” I nuzzled her neck and kissed the delicate skin where her pulse beat.

  “You are a lucky man.” She laughed and dug her hands into my hair. “Let’s stay in tonight.” She held her face against her neck. “I’d prefer to have dinner naked.”

  “But you took so much time to get ready.” I’d rather stay in our room and make love all night, but I already had everything planned.

  “True,” she whispered and released my hair. “We’ll make it quick. We’ll have dessert when we get back.”

  “Perfect.”

  I’d be lying if I said I remembered a thing that happened as we ate. I couldn’t recall a single word. The only thing I knew was how she looked. It would be forever burned in my mind. Her smile. The way her cheeks rose when she laughed. The sparkle in her eyes when she said something wicked. Her innocence.

  By the time we walked back to the room, I could feel my body shaking. It wasn’t that I feared she’d say no, but I’d just never thought I’d get down on one knee again.

  “Thanks for tonight,” she said before slipping the keycard into the door.

  “Anything for you, babe.” I coughed, hearing the quiver in my voice.

  She looked at me as she opened the door. “Are you okay?

  “Couldn’t be better,” I replied honestly and slipped my hand in my pocket.

  She walked two steps into the room and gasped. “Oh my God,” she whispered and brought her hand to her mouth.

  I walked around her, noticing the tears in her eyes before I dropped down on one knee before her. “Georgia,” I said, holding the ring between my two fingers and inhaling. “I don’t know when I fell in love with you, but I’ve fallen deeper and harder for you than anyone else in my life. You’ve become my world. I can’t imagine a day without you at my side, an hour without your smile, a minute without hearing your laugh, and a second without you in my life.”

  She opened her mouth and I shook my head.

  “I will spend my life protecting you and being worthy of being yours. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you to be mine. Walking through life together hand in hand and waking up with you next to me each morning makes my life so much sweeter than I ever thought possible.”

  I inhaled deeply, trying to catch my breath as my heart pounded and my palms began to sweat.

  “You’re kind of babbling, love,” she said with a giggle.

  “Quiet, woman. What I’m trying to say is, will you be my Felicia?”

  Tears began to stream down her cheeks and her lip quivered. For a moment, my heart stopped until she screamed, “Yes!”

  I leaped from my knee and lifted her into my arms, spinning us around in a circle. “You made me so damn happy,” I whispered in her ear, and I felt my eyes begin to water.

  “I love you.” She held my face in her hands and peppered me with kisses. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  I laughed, loving the feel of her hands on me, along with her lips. Our chests touched and our hearts beat together, quick and erratic. “I wanted to make it perfect.”

  “I don’t need perfect.” She backed away from my face. “I just need you.”

  I sealed my mouth over hers and carried her to the bed. I needed to make love to her. I set her down on the edge, kneeling before her and beginning to help her undress. Taking my time, I slipped off her heels and began to ease her from her dress.

  “Wait.” She grabbed my hands. “I want us to undress each other.”

  She leaned back on the bed and stared at me while I undressed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get bored staring at you,” she said before licking her lips.

  Gripping my already hardened dick in my hands, I pulled on the shaft and moaned. I tipped my head back and let my mouth fall open. “You just want to stare?” I asked, dragging my hand up slowly and toying with the tip of my cock.

  “There’s nothing sexier than watching a man as he touches himself,” sh
e whispered.

  My head snapped forward and my hand stilled. “You don’t want to feel me inside you?”

  “No,” she said, waving her hand in front of her jiggling tits. “You seem into it, and I’m fine just watching.”

  I stalked forward with my dick in my hand and stopped inches from her face. “You don’t want to touch it?”

  The corners of her mouth turned up, and I could see a small bit of her white teeth behind her smudged red lipstick. “Let me watch how you touch yourself, and maybe, if you’re good, I’ll touch it.”

  I gripped the shaft a little harder, pumping my dick in my hand. “You got that all wrong. If you’re worthy, I’ll fuck you.”

  “Worthy?” She sat up. Her mouth came so close to the head of my cock I could feel her hot breath caressing the tip. “Two can play at that game.”

  She licked the tip of my cock and my entire body lurched forward, trying to get more. “Damn,” I said, ready to beg for her mouth.

  She laughed and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. Her eyes never left mine as her fingers glided down her stomach and stopped just above her mound. She closed her eyes, letting her hands dip lower before she moaned.

  My lips parted and my breath vanished at the sight of her spread-eagled, legs hanging over the edge of the bed, as she touched herself. The light from the sunset streaming through the window glistened off her already drenched pussy. My mouth watered and my cock stiffened even more in my hand.

  Her eyes opened and she glanced at my face before her gaze dropped to my dick, becoming mesmerized. We watched each other, driving ourselves closer to the edge. Her fingertips circled her clit, pinching it lightly before she slid them down and slipped them inside her pussy.

  I closed my eyes, unable to take the visual. No matter how hard or fast I stroked my dick, it wouldn’t match the feel of her cunt wrapped around my shaft.

  “Frisco,” she moaned.

  I couldn’t take it any longer. Jacking off just wasn’t going to cut it. I needed to be inside her. Everything in me wanted to crawl in as deep as possible and never leave.