Forbidden Heat

by Opal Carew

  “Have you dated a man long enough to call him a boyfriend? Besides Jake, I mean.”

  She didn’t know if she’d overstepped the bounds of their relationship by asking this question, but after all, he’d just fucked her silly. Surely she was entitled to a personal question or two.

  He took a bite of his lasagna and chewed, gazing at her long enough that she thought he wouldn’t answer.

  “No,” he said finally. He sipped his wine, then set the glass down carefully. “I haven’t been with a man since Jake. Just women.”

  “Is it because you haven’t been attracted to anyone else?”

  He grabbed the crusty loaf of Italian bread and tore a hunk off, his lips a tight straight line. “This is a little off topic.”

  “I just wonder if maybe you’re—”

  He jabbed his knife into the butter and slathered it across the white fluffy bread in quick short strokes. “Dani, I don’t want to talk about this. We need to figure out our story—how we met, how long we’ve been dating, et cetera.”

  “Okay. Well, we met at the university. I already told her that on the phone. We could keep it simple and stay as close to the truth as possible. We met again at Harmony’s wedding and started our relationship then.”

  “But that’s only a few weeks. They won’t think that’s serious.”

  “I’m the first woman you’ve introduced to them.” She smiled. “They’ll believe we’re serious.”

  Danielle pulled up to the university and parked in the lot by the small lake, then walked toward the philosophy building. She’d offered to come to town a day early and help Trey prepare for his sisters’ visit, and he’d jumped at the idea. He’d suggested she bring some personal items to leave around the house, but she wasn’t quite sure what. She’d never even left a toothbrush at a man’s place before. Not even now that she was visiting Trey and Jake every weekend. Maybe he wouldn’t mind if she actually left a few spare toiletries at his house so she didn’t have to keep carrying them back and forth.

  Finally, she’d decided they should take a picture of the two of them, print it up, and put it in a frame. That should be pretty convincing. She arrived early so they could meet up with Jake and have him snap the picture for them. Something in daylight at the university so it didn’t look like they’d just taken it.

  It was also a great excuse to visit Jake before she went over to Trey’s. She didn’t know if she’d see him much over the next week, and she missed him.

  She strolled along the path across campus to the philosophy building, walked up the stairs to the second floor, then turned right. She stepped into a quieter corridor, leaving the classrooms behind. Offices with professors’ names on the doors lined the hallway. She approached the last office. PROFESSOR J. JAMIESON. As she was about to knock on the door, it opened and a young woman in tight jeans and a form-fitting sweater stepped out. She glanced at Danielle, then continued down the hall.

  Danielle peered inside. “Professor Jamieson?”

  Jake glanced up, then grinned. “Yes, Miss Rayne? What can I do for you?”

  With an opening like that, how could she resist? She closed the door behind her and flicked the lock.

  “Well, Professor, I haven’t been doing very well in your class and I was wondering if there was anything I could do to”—she smiled demurely—“you know . . . improve my marks.”

  His face shifted to a serious expression. “Like a bonus assignment? I could probably work up something that you could turn in next week.”

  “I was thinking maybe something I could do right now.” She stepped toward him with a sway to her hips.

  “Oh?” His eyebrows arched upward. “And exactly what do you have in mind, Miss Rayne?”

  She unfastened the top button of her blouse . . . then the next . . . then the next . . . then drew the fabric aside to reveal her lace-covered breasts.

  “It depends on what you like.” She walked around his desk and leaned against it, facing him. She dipped her fingers under the lace cups and toyed with her nipples until they jutted forward, then tucked the lace below her breasts, leaving them bare.

  She placed one hand on his denim-clad thigh and glided upward, stopping short of the bulge forming in his pants.

  “I could do something for you.” She stroked over his bulge, then tugged his zipper down and slid her hand inside his pants. His long, hard cock, still covered by the thin cotton of his briefs, pulsed under her fingertips. She slipped her hand inside his briefs and encircled his hot, hard flesh. She knelt in front of him as she freed his erection.

  “Oh, Dr. Jamieson. Your cock is enormous.”

  She leaned down and lapped at the tip like an ice-cream cone, laving over the cockhead, then swirling her tongue under the ridge.

  “It’s so big, I’m not sure I can even take it in my mouth.”

  “Of course, you shouldn’t be doing that at all, young lady.”

  She smiled. “But I really want an A.”

  She licked her lips, then wrapped them around him and made a show of gliding down his crown as if having trouble making it fit. Finally, she held the whole corona in her mouth and glided her tongue around and around.

  His fingers forked through her hair and he held her head gently as she sucked on him, then squeezed him in her mouth. She pushed downward, taking his shaft deeper. So deep she gagged slightly, but relaxed her throat . . . and took him deeper still.

  He groaned as she squeezed and sucked, then slipped her hand below to cup his balls and gently massage him with her fingers. He stroked her hair, pushing strands behind her ears. She drew back, then dove down. Back, then dove down again.

  She bobbed up and down, stroking his balls all the while. Finally, he groaned and hot liquid filled her throat.

  She released his cock, a broad smile on her face.

  “So what do you think, Professor Jamieson? Does that deserve an A?”

  “I . . . ah . . .”

  She didn’t want this to end just yet, so she headed off his response.

  “Oh, Professor, do you think I’ve been a bad girl?” She turned around and drew her skirt up, then leaned forward on the desk, revealing her essentially naked behind. “Maybe you should punish me.”

  “Well, you are pretty naughty, coming in here and doing something like that. You deserve to be punished.”

  She wiggled her behind back and forth. His hand stroked over her round flesh, and then she felt a sharp sting as he lightly smacked her bottom.

  “Ohhh!”

  He smacked again, then stroked. Her flesh smarted a little, but it was exhilarating.

  “I am such a bad girl, sir. Maybe you should spank me again.”

  His hand smacked across her burning flesh a couple more times, then his lips pressed against her, easing the sting . . . then stimulating other exciting sensations as he kissed one cheek, then the other.

  “Acknowledging your need for punishment will raise your mark to a C.” His hands cupped her behind and he stroked round and round.

  “And for an A, sir?”

  He stood up and she heard the rustle of fabric, then the clunk of his pants, and belt, hitting the floor. His hands slipped around her body and he cupped her naked breasts. They filled his hands as he gently squeezed them within his palms.

  “Let’s just see if you’re worthy of a B right now. Are you willing to do what it takes to get a B?”

  “Of course, sir. Whatever you want me to do, sir.”

  “Actually . . .” His hand stroked down her rib cage and over her belly, then around to unfasten her skirt. He slipped it over her hips and down to her ankles. “You won’t be doing all that much.”

  He urged her thighs apart, and she stepped out of the skirt tangled around her ankles, then widened her legs. He stroked down her back, then along the thong as it disappeared between her still stinging cheeks, until he reached the crotch. He drew the fabric aside and dipped his fingers inside.

  “My, you are a naughty girl. You are so wet.”
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  And she was. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was.

  Two of his fingers slipped inside, then he drilled them into her several times.

  “Yes, sir. I am so bad. My pussy is so wet.”

  Her face burned at the words. She never used the word “pussy,” but then, right now she was a bad coed who used words she shouldn’t.

  “Pussy?” He smacked her bottom again. “That isn’t a word a nice girl should use.”

  “I know, sir. I shouldn’t say ‘pussy.’ I shouldn’t tell you how wet my pussy is . . . or how much I’d like a nice hard cock to ram into my pussy . . . really hard. . . .”

  He smacked her bottom again, then placed the tip of his cock against her.

  “Oh, sir. You shouldn’t put your cock in my pussy. You shouldn’t fuck me. Maybe I should spank you.”

  He thrust forward, fully impaling her in one stroke.

  “Oh God, sir. Your big cock feels so good in my wet pussy.”

  He grabbed her breasts and stroked them roughly, then tugged on her nipples. “You are so bad.” He stroked his cheek against hers, then nipped her earlobe.

  “Yes, sir. So bad. I want to be fucked by you so bad.”

  He groaned, then thrust into her again. And again.

  His cock stretched her as it drove into her over and over. That and his rough caresses on her breasts sent her heartbeat racing.

  Pleasure rose in her with every thrust. He groaned in her ear as he drilled into her.

  “Oh, Professor Jamieson. Make me come.”

  Heat wafted through her. Intense, burning pleasure.

  He squeezed her breasts. “I want my bad girl to come right now.”

  As if by magic, on his command an orgasm exploded within her. She gasped, then expelled a long breath as the pleasure spun through her in a dizzying wave of bliss.

  He kept thrusting, then pulled her tight against him as he released inside her.

  After a few moments, he loosened his hold on her and drew his spent cock from inside her, then fell back in his chair.

  She turned around to face him.

  “Okay, so what do I do to get an A?”

  He chuckled. “You tell me.”

  Danielle pulled on his tie to draw him to his feet, then pushed him onto one of his visitor’s chairs—one with no armrests—and climbed on his lap. She stroked her fingers over her breasts, watching the heat simmer in his blue eyes. She tucked her hands under each mound, lifting them, then offered him one. He took the rosy bud into his mouth and sucked while she eased his semirigid cock inside her. The feel of his mouth on her nipple sent thrilling sensations spiraling through her. She rotated her hips first one way, then the other, swirling him inside her.

  His cock swelled within her. She rocked and swirled around and around, grinding her pelvis into his. Soon his cock was rock hard and standing tall. Still inside her.

  “Oh . . .” The first wave of a new orgasm caught her off guard.

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and helped her keep her rhythm. She began moving up and down, driving him deeper inside her. The pleasure intensified, until she moaned in pure ecstasy as his cock continued to plunge inside her. Deep and hard.

  Just as her pleasure eased off, he erupted inside her.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, loving the feel of his hard body against her . . . and inside her.

  He kissed her ear.

  “I definitely think that deserved an A plus.”

  “So do you think Trey’s sisters will like me?” Danielle asked.

  “Of course they will.” Jake slid his arm around her on the wooden bench as they watched five baby ducklings waddle after their mother as she led them to the small lake. Sunlight glittered through the trees as the leaves rustled in the light breeze.

  She wasn’t sure about meeting Trey’s sisters. It made her nervous. Maybe because she’d never had a sister. Nor a brother. The girls she’d been in the group foster home with hadn’t been very close. Usually, they hadn’t gotten along and they’d bickered about things.

  Would Trey’s sisters judge her as unfit for their brother? It shouldn’t matter to her—she wasn’t in a real romance with Trey—but it was important to him.

  “I’m not sure how to act around them.”

  “Just be yourself . . . and act like you’re head over heels for Trey.”

  “You don’t mind? You’re not jealous?”

  “Well, maybe a little.”

  The serious look in his eyes made her wonder. She had meant was he jealous that she would be monopolizing Trey’s time, and affection, but she could almost believe he was jealous of Trey being with her.

  Of course, that was just wishful thinking. Jake might like having sex with her and Trey, but it was Trey he loved.

  “I asked Trey about his interest in men and he said he hasn’t been with a man since he was with you. When I tried to push him on it, he changed the subject. That, and the fact he wants his sisters to believe he has a girlfriend when he’s never found a woman he’s interested in enough for a long-term relationship, tell me that he is in a state of denial.”

  Jake stretched his arms along the back of the bench. “I agree.”

  “Do you really think his family will think less of him if they find out he likes men?”

  Jake shrugged. “I don’t think so, but it’s hard to say. Since Trey is very close to his family and it would devastate him if this caused a barrier between them, I understand his caution.”

  “I guess so.” She’d never had a family, but she could see that if she had, she would never want to do anything to alienate them. Still, denying who you are to meet someone else’s criteria . . . especially when you’re not even sure of those criteria . . . seemed a little extreme.

  “There’s Trey now.”

  She glanced in the direction of Jake’s gaze and saw Trey ambling along the walkway toward them. She and Jake stood up and walked toward him. Trey took her in his arms and kissed her, then smiled.

  “Hey, girlfriend. Let’s go have our picture taken.”

  “They’re here.”

  Danielle glanced toward Trey, who stood at the window peering out.

  He seemed so nervous. She couldn’t help feeling he didn’t think his sisters would like her. She picked up the pewter frame that contained the photo they’d printed off less than an hour ago. She and Trey looked like a perfect couple. He’d grabbed a handful of her long red waves and had pulled her in for a kiss, then they’d glanced toward the camera, their cheeks pressed together, Trey with a silly grin on his face, and her . . . well, she almost beamed.

  Jake had taken about a hundred pictures, trying to get the ideal candid shot. He’d done a good job. She and Trey looked happy together. Like a perfect match.

  She set the picture on the side table again. Trey walked toward the door, Hickory following on his heels. As soon as Trey opened the door, Hickory raced outdoors.

  Danielle stood up and brushed at her pants, smoothing the fabric, then stepped toward the door. A petite brunette walked up the stone path leading to the front door, a taller, slim teenager following behind her.

  “Trey!” The older sister, Suzie, launched herself at Trey and he threw his arms around her, then gave her a big kiss.

  The younger sister—Trey had said her name was Tasha—stood demurely behind Suzie. When Trey released Suzie he smiled broadly at his youngest sister.

  “Tasha. You’ve grown so much.” He held open his arms and she stepped into them.

  She might have gone into the hug hesitantly, but Danielle could see her arms tighten around her older brother. Trey kissed her, then picked up their bags and carried them down the hall to their bedrooms . . . leaving Danielle staring at the two of them.

  “You must be Danielle,” Suzie said, smiling warmly.

  Fifteen

  Danielle held out her palm to shake hands but Suzie laughed and threw her arms around Danielle, giving her a warm hug. When she released Danielle,
who had stiffened at the unexpected contact, Tasha stepped forward and hugged Danielle, too. Her slim arms encircled Danielle’s body and she gave a quick squeeze, then stepped back.

  “Great, you three have managed the introductions,” Trey said as he returned to the room. “Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Do you want something to drink?”

  Trey led them into the kitchen, where his sisters sat on the tall stools at the counter eating area. Danielle opened the fridge and took out the pitchers of lemonade and iced tea that she’d prepared earlier and placed them on the counter. Trey placed four glasses on the counter beside the frosty pitchers.

  “We’re having lasagna for dinner, since I know how much you love it, Tasha,” Trey said.

  “With garlic bread and Caesar salad?” she asked as she poured herself some lemonade.

  “Of course.” Trey sipped his iced tea. “How was the drive?”

  “Great,” Suzie answered. “Good weather all the way here.” She glanced at Danielle. “So, Danielle, what do you do?”

  “Me? Oh, I’m self-employed. I develop Web sites for small businesses.”

  “That’s sounds like fun. Do you work from home?”

  “Mostly, though I do spend some time with my clients determining their needs. What about you?”

  Trey placed a tray on the counter with a selection of cheese and crackers and a few red grapes as garnish, then went to the sink, where he began washing lettuce for the salad. Tasha popped a grape into her mouth, and Danielle took a slice of cheddar and placed it atop a stone-ground whole wheat cracker.

  “I’m a guidance counselor at a high school.”

  “At the same high school Tasha goes to?” Danielle asked.

  “Oh God, no,” Tasha said in such an animated voice, especially given her quiet demeanor so far, it caught Danielle off guard. “That would be awful. My sister working at the school I go to!”

  Danielle would have thought it would be great, but she wasn’t really an expert on sister relationships. Didn’t Tasha and her sister get along?

  “Don’t mind her. No teenager wants her big sister anywhere near her friends . . . or her social circle.”