Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1

by Harley, Lisa M.

  I feel like we’d been more invested in our studies to really pay much attention to our relationship. We seemed to be each other’s beck and call and it just seemed fitting to try for jobs in the same town, but, in a way, it would have been better to end things with graduation.

  “Now babe, you know sitting on your rear all day isn’t enough to make you tired.”

  I clench my jaw together to stop myself from telling him what I really think about everything. What he just said, what he says all the time, what he does…just lay the cards on the table and tell him. He’s an ass, and it’s about time I started looking for other accommodation. I’ve had enough.

  You still can’t see Mason out of school…

  “Tim, I need to go. Can we talk later when I’m home?” I ask, impatience clear in my voice as I rub at my temple where a headache’s brewing.

  “That’s what I was ringing you about. There is a party tonight and I want to go so I thought I’d warn you about it so you aren’t late home. It starts at eight.”

  The last thing I feel like doing when I walk through the door from school is having to get ready to go out again, but then again it might take my mind off Mason. “Okay, I’ll be home in time to get ready.”

  “Good girl.” He hangs up on me without even a goodbye.

  “Ugh!”

  I need to get my head off a certain person that I have become obsessed with and start up the report I’ve volunteered to write for the health and safety board at the school.

  The subject is something to be taken seriously in school, but why the hell I volunteered myself for something so damn boring, as in I’ll probably be asleep in minutes boring, is anyone’s guess. Actually, no, that’s not true, I know why I volunteered. I’m new here and want to fit in. Showing that I’m willing to help with other aspects of the school life and not just teach the students is often the best way to be accepted.

  Why couldn’t I have volunteered for something in the gym? I use the gym, not only to work out on the equipment but to also take kickboxing lessons. The latter I only started because Tim told me he didn’t think it appropriate for me to get sweaty with muscle guys. So of course I signed up, being more interested in watching sweaty guys for an hour than actually working out. To my surprise I discovered I not only enjoy kickboxing, but I was good at it. This, of course, pisses Tim off even more. Half the time he acts like I shouldn’t have a life that doesn’t revolve around him.

  My plans are changing and I’m leaning more and more toward finding myself somewhere else to live. We shouldn’t be together anymore…

  That fucking bell!

  Shit! I’ve spent all my free period daydreaming. I’ll have to use the hour during detention to make a start if I don’t get too distracted by Mason.

  Chapter Four

  Mason

  Great! Late for detention because I’d been running behind after class, but still dumped my stuff in the trunk of the car. I sigh. It’s going to be a long afternoon.

  As I round the corner and enter through the detention room, I spot Bianca as she slips inside the stockroom. Should I or shouldn’t I? Dammit.

  A glance around the room confirms there isn’t anyone else here so I quickly follow, praying that no one else is in there with her. A slow grin spreads across my face as I enter the stockroom behind her…there is no one with her.

  Closing the door behind me, I carefully turn the lock, a soft click filling the air. The need to touch her thrum’s through my blood and has my cock hard as fuck.

  “Hello? Anyone there?”

  Fuck! I’ve scared her. “It’s Mason.”

  Hearing her voice catch in her throat, I hear her shuffling away from me before she tries again, “Mason. You scared me,” she whispers. “Get out. You can’t be in here.”

  I smile wider listening to her.

  “I’m here to make sure you’re alright.” That’s what I’m telling myself, but deep down I know I won’t be leaving until I’ve tasted her.

  I don’t just walk toward her, I prowl and stalk her like prey and know Bianca will recognize my intent by my body language. I practically vibrate with suppressed need. She’s lucky I haven’t shucked my clothes at the door because my cock is damn uncomfortable squished between my skin and jeans.

  “Oh God,” she says on a whoosh of air as I come around the one shelf that was hiding her. It’s so cramped in here that we stand a mere inch apart, chest-to-chest.

  “Look at me,” I growl, my voice rougher than I intended. “I need to know you want me just as much as I want you, or I’m not touching you, no matter how much I want to.” Gazing into her passion filled eyes; I wait…and wait while I expect my cock to detonate any moment.

  “I want you…”

  That’s all I need to hear. I seal my lips over Bianca’s—teeth clashing, tongues tangling. She tastes of coffee and chocolate and is just so damn sexy as she rubs against my aching dick. Her hand slips underneath my shirt and rubs up and down my back, driving me crazy. I’ve wanted her hands on me for months and now that they are I’m hoping I can last to pleasure her. I yank my shirt out of the way before I pull her shirt up and over her head.

  My breath catches. She leaves me mesmerized in her dainty black and pink, lacy bra and when her skirt drops to the floor, I nearly come in my jeans. The tiniest thong covers her pussy.

  “Bianca…” I drop to my knees, “You are gorgeous.”

  All I want to do is rip her thong away and put my mouth on her, but I’ve wanted her for so long that I won’t give in to that urge. I’ve dreamed of her for the past five months so all I’m going to do is savor her.

  Placing my hands at the apex of her thighs and my thumbs on her pussy, I start to rub and slip them underneath the lace. Bianca quivers under my touch and tangles her fingers through my hair, holding me to her. “You smell good…I can’t go slow anymore,” I murmur, the thoughts of a second ago going out of my head. I just can’t resist this woman.

  Climbing to my feet, I unfasten the front clasp of Bianca’s bra as I let myself free from the denim, which has kept me covered from her eyes.

  Reaching out hesitantly, she runs one finger over the tip of my penis. It jumps at her touch and I grind my teeth to keep from coming all over her hand. She pulls back at the small groan I make, her eyes shooting up to mine. I can see the war going on behind them; this shouldn’t be happening, but I won’t stop it and I will make sure she doesn’t regret it. Biting her lip, she drops her eyes back to my cock and slowly, as though she’s still second guessing herself, she strokes me from root to tip and back down again, which has me closing my eyes while I absorb her touch.

  The fire in my balls and the throb in my cock are making me twitch and leak around the mushroom head, which Bianca wipes clean with the tip of her finger causing me to leak some more. My muscles strain as I try to control what her touch does to me. Because I sure as hell don’t want to come before we get to the good stuff.

  Opening my eyes, I grab her hand and move in to slightly rub my cock against her.

  “Someone’s going to come,” Bianca ends up squeaking when I wrap my mouth around one of her cherry nipples, taking as much as I can of her breast before releasing her.

  “I know. Now turn around and put your hands against the wall. I’ve dreamed about this,” I say, squeezing her ass.

  Bianca turns, but adds a wiggle to her delectable rear and we both gasp in pleasure when I align my front against her back, my cock resting in between her buttocks. My hands land on each cheek and massage as I gently slide my cock back and forth, creating a delicious friction that shoots electrical pulses to my balls.

  “Mason… Oh God.” She pushes her bottom hard against me as I let my hands roam over the front of her, cupping her breasts and giving them a squeeze. I tug at her nipples, which I can feel beading into tight nubs, before I soothe the flesh with my palms. With the feel of her breasts and nipples in my hands, my dick’s leaking so damn much that I’ll have my own lubrication when I get insid
e her.

  Oh Fuck! No! “I’ve no condoms. My wallets in the glove box in the car,” I laugh. “God!” I’m breathing heavily into her neck as I watch my hands on her breasts, so close to coming. “I haven’t had sex for about six months. I passed the medical two months ago. I need you.”

  She brings her hands up and covers mine on her breasts, moving one of my hands down to slip inside the front of her lacy thong to where she needs relief.

  “Oh baby. Your so wet.” I slide my fingers between her nether lips and dip inside her. My cock’s jerking with pleasure as I feel how wet she is.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  I freeze.

  “I’ve never…bare back.”

  “Me either.” She laughs, which turns into a moan. “I mean had anyone bare back inside me.”

  Moving my hands to her hips, I pull her out more toward me before I spread her legs with my feet. My heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest with the blood roaring through my system in excitement. With one hand wrapping around my dick, I pray I last long enough to make her come first as I put my other hand between her legs, inserting two fingers into her soaking pussy, and then I spread her juices around. She’s so slick and ready for me.

  Unable to take anymore before I come all over my own hand, I align my cock and push inside. My legs quiver, she’s so tight, but because she’s as turned on as me I have easy access and slide all the way in as far as I can go.

  Bianca tightens her muscles, trying to move, but my hands on her hips prevent any movement. “I need…”

  I pull all the way out before I coat myself in her wet heat again. The fact that I’m not wrapped should bother me, but it doesn’t. I didn’t lie about not having sex or the results of my medical, but to trust someone I’ve never really spoken to before and have unprotected sex isn’t like me. She’s special that’s why. In fact, I’d probably have lied to get inside her, but thank God I didn’t have to.

  “Ahhh… Faster, Mason.”

  “You feel so good… I can feel so much more… Grrr…”

  I take hold of her breasts again, rubbing her nipples as I pump in and out of her while she moans and slams down on me. The walls of her pussy clench the length of me so damn hard that the heat in my balls starts to ignite into a fire I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to put out. Then Bianca starts shaking with her orgasm, which squeezes the life out of me, the fire explodes along my cock as her pussy flutters and continues to spasm around me. The best friggin climax I’ve ever had. My cum shoots out so damn fast that I wouldn’t be surprised if the head of my dick flies off. My hips pump back and forth as I prolong our climax. Bianca’s muscles carry on fluttering up and down my dick, which has me hardening again.

  She shudders against me as I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her tight while we try to catch our breath. With my breathing uneven as I kiss her on the shoulder, I slowly slide out of her. Looking down, I see my dick dripping with our joint orgasm.

  I throw my head back, closing my eyes because seeing my cock dripping is so fucking hot that I don’t think I’ll be able to walk away without taking her again.

  “Mason.”

  Opening my eyes, I let them travel over the naked woman in front of me. Her breasts are round and firm with dusty nipples just made for my mouth. Her legs are slim and toned leading to the sweet globes of her ass. Her skin is tanned and smooth, with a sprinkling of freckles over her cheekbones and nose. I lick my lips.

  “Mason.”

  “Sorry,” I reply with a satisfied grin spreading across my face, not sorry at all. “You’re too distracting.”

  Bianca strokes my balls before she turns away and starts to quickly dress. “We’ve been in here too long. I’m surprised no one’s tried to open the door,” she says sliding her arms back into her shirt.

  “Fifteen minutes.”

  “You should be in detention. Shit! So should I. We shouldn’t have done that. I’m your teacher. Mason…”

  No way is she going to push me away after that. No way in hell. “Bianca, look at me.” I take hold of her arms and slide my hands up to her neck, caressing along her jaw. “Do you regret letting me touch you?”

  I hold my breath while she takes her time in answering.

  “I should…but I can’t. I wanted you, too.”

  She looks really shy so I do what I always seem to want to do and kiss her.

  Chapter Five

  Bianca

  The lights of the nightclub fill the interior of the car as Tim pulls up to the curb. I hear the thrum of the music coming out of the open door and see some of his friends, who are attending the party, slipping through them. All I want to do is tell Tim I’ll catch a cab home, alone. I shouldn’t have agreed to come. I agreed when he rang me at school so he’d get off the phone, but when I arrived home and showered I should have come up with an excuse as to why I couldn’t go tonight.

  Sighing loudly, I catch Tim looking in my direction.

  “What’s wrong? You’ve been in a mood since you arrived home.” He turns toward me.

  “I’m not sure I should have come here tonight. My moods not good and I’ll only end up pissing you off and vice-versa.”

  Before he can reply, I climb out of his car and start walking toward the entrance. I can hear him scrambling out of the car and before I can make it to the door, he catches up and takes my elbow in a firm grip. He leans into me. “Stop acting like a child,” he hisses into my ear.

  Tightening his hold on me, he continues, “Just remember these are people I work with so do not create a scene,” Tim warns me and I feel my blood starting to freeze.

  He’s only ever once spoken to me like this before. Years ago, not long after we first met, he’d gotten so angry because I’d gone out with friends that I thought he was about to hit me. He’d left, and the following morning I’d had to bail him out of jail for disturbing the peace, which had shocked the hell out of me. He admitted to having a temper and promised me he would never take it out on me, and he hasn’t. In fact, tonight is the first time in years that he’s been like this. Don’t get me wrong he can be an arrogant ass, but he’s refrained from letting me see this…frightening side of him.

  “Good evening, Mr. Hatton,” the security guy on the door greets Tim, with a smile for me as we walk past into the club.

  “How did he know your name?”

  It wasn’t just that the security guy knew his name; it was how he said it, like he knew Tim. It was as though Tim was a regular. Was he? Is this where he’s been coming to for the past five months? And why am I not bothered?

  “I’ve been here a few times with some friends,” he replies, pulling me through the inner doors into the club where I let the beat of the music sweep me away toward the bar.

  If he wants to be an arrogant ass tonight he can find someone else to play with because I’m not interested and need to work the nerve up to tell him we’re over.

  “What will it be, Bianca?” I jump at the voice as the bartender slides into view. Mason? What the hell!

  “Mason. You can’t be here?” Apprehension drums through me and goes right into my head. I glance at the door, wondering if I can flee in panic. He can’t be here! He’s not twenty-one. How the hell can he serve drinks?

  While I’m lost in my own panic about him being here, he’s come out from behind the bar and is standing directly behind me. His hands slide over my hips, dipping down toward my pussy before smoothing them back over my ass, then back down my leg, lingering around the very short hem of my dress.

  “Fuck, Bianca. I can’t keep my hands off you,” he whispers into my ear. “Who are you here with?”

  I really don’t want to answer that question, but I’m not going to lie. “My soon to be ex-boyfriend.”

  His hands tighten on my legs. “Are you going home tonight to fuck him?” he asks, anger clipping his words.

  I reply, shaking my head, “No. God, I only want you.”

  His hands start to move up my stomach t
oward my breasts and my hard nipples that want his touch so badly.

  Forgetting we’re in a club and not in private, I push my ass into him and hear him hiss when I grind onto his erection.

  “My brother works here. He got me the job. Cash-in-hand.”

  Mason turns me to face him and gazes into my eyes, unblinking.

  I’m not sure what is happening here, but it’s more than lust between us. I knew that before at the school that’s why I didn’t put up much of a fight when he followed me into the stockroom.

  “Where is he?”

  Tim.

  “I don’t know. I walked away from him when we entered the club.”

  Mason takes my hand and pulls me further into the club and through another door, which leads to what looks to be a separate club. The lighting in here is a lot darker than the main part of the club and…and… Are they fucking on the dance floor? Are they? Oh my, God!

  Chuckling, Mason wraps his arms around me and walks me over to the back of this room. My eyes are wide as I watch a guy fingering his dance partner. Seriously! I’m not a prude, but well...I mean, wow.

  Taking hold of my face, Mason pulls me into his body before sliding his hands around to my ass. He squeezes my ass cheeks as he aligns his dick with my throbbing pussy. I’m always wet whenever he’s near, but seeing the couple on the dance floor has me ready to rip his jeans open and climb aboard.

  Moaning, he inserts his leg between mine and starts moving me to the beat of the music. My hands cling to his arms as we continuing grinding against each other.

  He’s hard and throbbing against me and I feel desperate to get him inside me. I need him to touch me between my legs. I know the minute he does I’ll come. Keeping my hands on his arms, I throw my head back, arching my back, which shoves my breasts closer to him…and, yes—he nibbles on a nipple through my dress. I shudder and reach with one hand to stroke him through his pants.

  “Fuck… Bianca… It’s hard enough holding back with you grinding on me, but with your hand there, I’m going to come.”