A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale #1)

by Violet Williams

  She held her breath, waiting for the apology followed by his adamant refusal. Instead, he let the underwear fall to the floor and returned to bed.

  "Okay," he said softly. "I'll stay."

  Chapter Seven

  Caught

  For the first time in months, Davis slept like a baby.

  Lying with Jess in his arms had elicited several more rounds and in the wee hours of the morning, they’d futilely called a truce and promised to actually try and get some sleep.

  And boy did he...although even in dream he tasted her honey clit on his tongue. Among clouds and unicorns and lollipops, her beautiful, eager mouth was on his rock hard cock, sucking him to absolution.

  Davis smiled as he reached that quiet place between dream and reality. He smiled because he knew when he woke up, Jess would be lying beside him. Perfection. Lust in human form.

  But when his eyes opened, the smile fell from his face. Toshi was standing in Jess's doorway, a look of pure condemnation in her eyes.

  Davis fumbled for the sheet, covering himself. "This isn't what it looks like." He did an unconscious face palm. That line would only work on a blind person. He and Jess were butt ass naked--it was EXACTLY what it looked like.

  Toshi let out a groan of disgust and stomped away.

  "Shit, shit, fuck!" Davis whispered as he moved out of the bed, trying to not wake his sleeping lover. Toshi had practically raised her--he didn't want her to see the look of utter disappointment he was just dealt.

  He crept out of the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him. He heard an angry clatter of dishes in the kitchen and steeled himself as he walked down the staircase.

  He was caught. And he had no real defense. Davis knew better...even when his cock was smothered in Jess's sweet juices, a voice in the back of his head was saying, "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

  He fucked her anyway.

  Toshi's back was to him, but by the taut way she stood he knew she realized she was no longer alone.

  Davis cleared his throat. "Let me, uh, explain. You see-"

  "No." Her single word sliced through his confession. "She's a child, Mr. Kensington. She's grieving--and you took advantage of that!"

  Davis' eyes fell to the floor. "You think I'm not grieving, Toshi? You think I don't miss Claudia everyday?" He moved to beside the sink. He had to make her understand. "You think this doesn't eat at me?"

  Toshi looked up, her dark eyes narrowed. "Apparently not too much."

  Davis took a step back. "I deserved that."

  Toshi let out a cruel chuckle. "Oh you deserve, much, MUCH more." She pulled her soapy hands from the water and wiped them on a dish towel. "You knew better. You're a grown ass man and you laid with your stepdaughter." She tossed the towel at him. "What, you think because you didn't raise her it makes it less disgusting? I've been with the Capshaws for 15 years. And I can tell you sir, if you didn't still owe me a check, and I was a man, I'd punch your lights out."

  Davis tucked his tail between his legs. He almost wished she did hit him. He'd prefer the pain of sticks and stones over the agony of her words.

  "You're right," he said finally. "You're absolutely right. I shouldn't have a crossed a line. But...she's under my skin, Toshi. At first it was physical, but last night..." His words caught in his throat. He swallowed and pressed on. "Last night was amazing. And I care about Jessica. As a woman." He paused, not sure if his next words would better or worsen the situation. "I think I'm falling in love with her."

  "Oh please," Toshi snorted, tossing her gray tendrils over her shoulder with disgust. "So what you're saying is, you'll go to client dinners, corporate retreats with Jess--as your girlfriend?"

  His heart thudded in his chest. "Well, I don't know if-"

  "Exactly," Toshi snapped. "Everyone would look at you differently. They'd see you as I do now. A lecherous, mouse of a man that was more concerned with getting off than doing the right thing." Toshi started pulling off her apron. "You know what? I don't need the money. I don't want another damn cent from you." She chunked the apron at him and shoved past, collecting her things. She paused at the back door. "You tell Jessica that this would have broken her mother's heart. Tell her it broke mine."

  She slammed the door and was gone, silence whooshing back in like an unwelcome friend.

  He turned toward the foyer as he heard the creak of the stairs.

  Jess smiled at him, wiping the sleep from her eyes. She seductively tied her robe. "Was that Toshi?"

  "Yeah. I, uh, gave her a couple of days off," Davis lied.

  "Mmm," she moaned, instantly untying her robe and letting it fall to her ankles. "You know, I've always had a fantasy of fucking you in the kitchen."

  That little voice told Davis to look away, but he muzzled it as his eyes roamed over Jess's body and scooped her into his arms.

  "Why Miss. Capshaw," he murmured in her ear. "I believe that can be arranged."

  With one sweep of his arm, the island was cleared. He lifted Jess's hips and perched her on the edge. When he opened her legs, her velvety fragrance wafted around him as he sunk to his knees.

  "You're so beautiful," he whispered as her stared at the folds of her beautiful cunt, shuddering and already sopping wet for him.

  He probed her clit with his tongue, swirling his tongue around it. Her nectar was so pure and fresh.

  He inserted two fingers and felt his groin pulse with desire as her juicy cunt sucked his digits. As he pumped it in and out, her moans mixed with his own. He had to fill her pussy with his cock. He had to fill it right now.

  His body shuddered with delight as his slid his throbbing cock into her tight, wet pussy.

  She threw her head back, but he gripped her blonde tendrils, bringing her back up. He wanted to look at her face. He wanted to see every inflection, every tremble her lips made as he fucked her soggy cunt.

  Jess came first and the feel of her pussy's sporadic clenches on his cock set Davis off and he shot stream of his passion into her.

  When he was done, he helped her off the island and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I think we should start off every morning this way."

  Jess giggled, then furrowed her brow as she saw Toshi's apron. She fingered the balled up item. "Toshi forgot her apron? She guards this thing with her life. It's like her good luck charm or whatever."

  Davis turned from her, certain his eyes would betray him. "She just left in kind of a hurry. I think a couple of days off have been a long time coming."

  He walked to the fridge, pulling out some OJ. "So, what would you like for breakfast?"

  Chapter Eight

  A Side of Nausea

  Jess pushed her shades to the bridge of her nose. Usually she basked in the warm juiciness of the sun, but today it was too bright, magnifying her throbbing head.

  She took a sip of her ginger ale as Kyra went on about the party.

  "That dress was a hit!" Kyra gushed. "It fit me like a second skin and even Rosa's fiancé couldn't keep his eyes off me."

  "Cool," Jess said, running a hand through her hair. "It sounds like it was a good time."

  "Meh," Kyra shrugged, pulling at her tank top. "Usually Rosa's soirees are balls out, totally insane the party doesn't stop until someone calls the cops affairs, but last night was pretty tame." She twirled a scarlet strand around her finger. "So how was your date with Clay?"

  Jess's nostrils flared. A bit of makeup had covered the bruises he'd left on her neck, but just the sound of his name took her back to that dark place. "It was fine, I guess."

  Kyra made a face. "Just fine?"

  Jess shrugged. "We just had some pizza and he went home."

  "Bo-ring," Kyra tsked, taking a sip of her soup. She gestured at Jess's salad. "You've barely even touched your food."

  "I'm feeling kinda off," Jess said, taking a hearty gulp of soda. "A little nauseous."

  "Maybe it was the pizza," Kyra frowned. "All that grease and shit. I bet you had to hit the treadmill like whoa."

  A sly smile cre
pt across Jess' face. "Oh I got quite the workout." She could still remember the feel of Davis' cock as it explored her body. When he fucked her face, she didn't even mind when she gagged on his cock--hell, it excited her because she knew that when he slid it into her pussy and rammed it nice and deep, she'd be on cloud nine.

  Clay was pretty much a one and done kinda guy...and lasting more than fifteen minutes? Please.

  She'd lost count of how many times she and Davis had fucked last night...and twice this morning. She found herself glancing at the bathroom, wondering what it would be like if he could meet her at La Rue.

  "I, uh, will be right back," Jess said, pushing back from the table. Her peasant skirt swished around her ankles as she pushed into the bathroom.

  An elderly woman flashed a kind smile as she wiped her hands and pushed out of the restroom.

  Jess swallowed then looked below each stall. She was alone.

  She pushed inside the first stall, her heart racing. Was she really going to do this? Before she lost her nerve, she punched the number for Kensington and Associates.

  "Kensington and associates, how may I direct your call?" a voice chirped.

  "Davis Kensington, please," Jess said, her voice wavering.

  "One second," the voice said promptly.

  Beads of sweat coursed down her neck as the elevator music played while she was on hold.

  "This is Davis." His baritone voice almost made her cum on the spot.

  "I-it's me," she said finally. "Jessica."

  "Hey Jess. Everything okay?"

  "Yeah," she answered quickly. "Of course. I was just uh, at a restaurant."

  "Okay," he said slowly. "You've got your credit card, right?" She heard him shuffle around his desk. "Aren't you supposed to be in Anthropology right now?"

  "Don't," she said hoarsely. "Don't be my stepdad right now when my pussy aching for your cock. Don't talk about school when all I want is to fuck your brains out."

  Davis' sharp intake of breath set her skin on fire. The sweat was sticky and hot, so she hiked her skirt up to her waist.

  "You're so naughty," Davis chuckled. "And if I was there right now-"

  "Tell me," Jess interrupted, her fingers pressing her wet panties. "Tell me what you'd do to me if you were here."

  Davis cleared his throat. "Well that depends. What are you wearing?"

  "I'm wearing that pink boho skirt of mine-"

  "Mmm," he interrupted. "The one that's just sheer enough to tease what's beneath?"

  Jess bit her lip. "Y-yeah. And a white skinny tank. White bra, white thong."

  "I bet your ass looks delicious in that thing," Davis said huskily. "Are you touching yourself?"

  "Mmhm," Jess moaned. "Well I'm stroking it over my panties. I wanna hear how much you want me before I touch it."

  "I want you so bad, Jessica," he answered. "If I were there with you, I'd pull back your underwear with my teeth then breathe you in. Your pussy smells so good, baby."

  Jess' legs quaked as she remembered how his mouth felt on her pussy. He enjoyed it, every flick of his tongue, every suckle.

  "Put your finger in it, Jess," he said hotly. "Put a finger in it for me."

  Jess let out a moan as she sunk her finger deep in her pussy, her whole body shaking as she pumped it in and out, in and out.

  She could almost see him stroking his thick cock at his desk, as they both masturbated in unison. She could feel his desire and it drove her wild.

  She pumped her pelvis upward, working her pussy like her life depended on it. It felt so good. Nothing had ever felt as good as this.

  "I'm coming," Jess said huskily. "I can't wait any longer...OH GOD!"

  She exploded, her desire seeping all over her eager fingers, her pussy contracting, sending rhythmic rounds of pleasure over her body.

  She could hear moans from Davis' end and she longed to have his cock in her mouth as he erupted, shooting his hot cum down her throat.

  "W-wow," Davis said finally.

  "Yeah," Jess laughed, wiping herself with a tissue.

  "So, uh, I'm not done," Davis said, his voice still laced with lust. "If you're not going to class, maybe you wanna stop by my office after lunch?"

  Jess smiled from ear to ear. "Sounds like a plan. I better go."

  "Alright," Davis said. "See ya Jess."

  Jess pulled the phone from her ear, letting out a sigh of bliss.

  As she rose from the toilet, a wave of nausea overwhelmed her. She could feel the bile rising in her throat and just in time, kneeled in front of the toilet bowl. A torrent of vomit filled the water like multicolored porridge.

  Jess pulled back and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. She did feel a little better.

  She flushed the toilet and pushed out of the stall. She splashed water on her face just as Kyra pushed into the bathroom.

  "I was starting to get worried," Kyra said with a look of concern on her fair face.

  Jess flashed her friend a smile as she swiped a paper towel. "I got a little sick, but I feel a lot better now.” She thought of Davis as they pushed back into the restaurant. "I should probably call it a day though."

  Kyra dropped a crisp hundred on the table and steered Jess toward. "C'mon, let's get you home."

  Chapter Nine

  Afternoon Delight

  Robert Jackson ran a harried hand through his silver hair. "What do you mean you haven't called the rep?"

  Davis pulled at his tie. "A lot has been going on, Rob."

  Davis didn't really appreciate his associate's tone, but he knew he was right. While his old secretary's ineptitude played a role in the case going to shit, he was also to blame. He hadn't been on his A game because most of his days were spent thinking about the curve of Jess's back. He’d been stuck on the fact that when he traced her skin with his lips, she let out a moan that rocked him to his very core.

  Even now she was on his mind. That saucy little minx had initiated quite the phone sex session. Thinking about Jess pumping her hot pussy in a public restroom had flipped him on instantly. His only regret was that he hadn't been there in person; that he didn't feel her silk wetness slide up and down on his engorged cock.

  "Hello?" Robert snapped, waving his hand in front of Davis' face. "Are you even listening to me?"

  "Er, yeah," Davis coughed. "I'll get right on that."

  Robert threw his hands up in exasperation. "So no, you aren't listening. I know that Claudia was a great woman. A real gem. But it's been four months. And we offered to give you a leave and you shot it down-"

  "Mr. Kensington, Jessica is here to see you." The intercom buzzed.

  Davis let out an unconscious sigh of relief. "Well Robert, I'll take your comments into consideration," Davis said dismissively. "We'll talk later."

  Robert let out a groan of disgust. "Fine."

  He held open the door for Jess and let out a whistle that made Davis want to lay him out. Robert scanned Jessica like she was a rib eye steak. "My, my, my Jessica. You get more beautiful every time I see you."

  Jess flashed him a small smile. "Thanks."

  "Well, I'll leave you two to it," Robert said, giving Davis a small nod. "We'll talk later."

  When his office door shut and it was only he and Jess, Davis had to fight the urge to rip her clothes off and pound her pussy right then and there.

  Luckily, Jess flicked the lock.

  "You look even more beautiful than I imagined," Davis said with a mischievous grin. His eyes scanned the tissue thin pink fabric that teased, clutching her curves as she sashayed to his desk.

  Davis tilted his head upward as Jess planted a kiss as soft as a whisper on his lips.

  "That's so much sexier coming from someone who doesn't make my skin crawl," Jess laughed, scooting onto the edge of his desk.

  Davis bit his lip as his hand slid up her skirt, making a hot trail to her tight pussy. He didn't even ask before he shoved her panties aside and sunk his finger inside her satin cunt. She was sopping wet.

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nbsp; Jess let out a gasp of shock, followed by a moan as he pulled out the finger.

  Davis scanned her face. "Is this okay?” He knew that usually there was more romance, more prep work. But he'd been thinking about filling all her holes all day long. He hoped she was game for something a little more carnal. He didn't want candle lights and making love...he just wanted to slam his dick in her pussy.

  She didn't disappoint. "Don't ask," she said, her voice thick with desire. "Just fuck me."

  In a flurry of fingers, he dropped his pants then turned Jess around. As she gripped his desk, so willing and eager, Davis pushed her skirt to her waist, revealing her perfect, golden ass. He slid his hand over the cheek as he shoved his cock into her dripping pussy. There was no preparation or warning. He was a savage warrior staking his claim by force.

  It was a struggle to keep his cool and not release moans that would rattle the windows as he crashed into her, shoving his thick dick as far as it would go...and then a little farther.

  He grabbed her long blonde hair in his fist and pulled it back as he rode her, her subdued meows just making him pump her harder.

  As his speed became frenzied, Jess' moans echoed around the room. Without thinking, he released her hair and clutched his hand around her mouth.

  Her gasps of pleasure were muffled but they rang clear in his groin. His dick had never been this hard. He knew he could fuck her sweet cunt for hours.

  But a closed, locked door led to curiosity, and in this case, curiosity could kill his career. While he wanted to plow her until his legs gave out, he had to quell his passion...but not until he felt her lips around his cock.

  He pulled out and smacked her ass, surprising Jess and himself with his tenacity.

  "Get on your knees," he said hoarsely.

  She obliged, looking up at him with her wide, crystal eyes.

  Without another word, he steered his engorged cock into her open mouth. She gagged on his rock hard meat but he just fucked her face, his fingers in her hair as he guided her to absolution.

  "Oh god," he said, his body quaking as he reached the apex of pleasure. He held his mouth open in a silent screech of passion. He unloaded in her mouth and she took it all, licking the head of his cock with her expert tongue.