A DELICIOUS TABOO
PLUS TWO
Jennifer Cole
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A Delicious Taboo Plus Two
Jennifer Cole
This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © July 2008 by Jennifer Cole
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Chapter One
Rays of early dawn seeped through the wide slats of wooden blinds, spattering soft light within the darkened room. The bed dipped behind her, warm lips pressed against her left cheek, and she shivered at the husky “I love you” whispered against her skin.
“Mmm, I love you, too,” Melanie mumbled into the firm chest she snuggled against. The scent of his lover, mixed with his own natural spice, filled her nostrils, bringing erotic visions of the night before to flash behind her closed eyes.
The light smack of Jake and Philip’s kiss above her head made her smile and nestle closer into the warmth of Philip’s body. “See you after work,” Philip said as Jake pulled away from him, his voice rough from sleep. “Love you; have a good day.”
The house fell silent once again with the closing of the front door. Calen, Van, and Jake had to be to work early, leaving her and Philip alone.
Philip’s arms tightened around her. Large hands stroked the length of her naked back, over the curve of her hip, then grabbed the right cheek of her ass.
“Hey!” Mel jumped against him. “Stop that.” Her words were muffled by the muscles of firm pecs. “I don’t want to get up yet.”
“Is that right?” With a kiss to the top of her head, he thrust his hips, poking her belly with his morning erection. “Well, I’m already ‘up,’ and my cock is aching to fill your pussy, baby.”
“Are you kidding me?” she teased, tugging on tight reddish brown curls dusting his chest. “After screwing me to exhaustion, the two of you were at it most of the night.”
“Jealous?” The stubble of his morning beard gently scratched her neck and shoulder as tender lips kissed along her flesh.
“I thought you guys loved me.” Unable to control the moan of arousal his roaming hands and mouth were creating, Mel bit into Philip’s left pec. “The four of you are going to kill me.”
In a graceful fluid motion, Philip pushed Melanie onto her back, settling his slender hips between her spread thighs. Even after two years of waking up with this woman, when she looked up at him while he woke her by making love to her, his desire for her was difficult to restrain. Through half-closed lids, her brilliant green eyes became dark as her arousal increased. Fanned across the pillow, her dark, tousled curls were spread. He knew her pussy grew damp as he gazed into her eyes, and the musky fragrance of her arousal taunted him.
As much as he enjoyed sharing the woman beneath him with his lover and his two best friends, the time he spent with her alone, like this morning, he savored.
“Yeah, but what a way to go,” he whispered, nipping her lower lip. The trembling of her luscious curves beneath his weight heightened the need to plunge his cock deep within her.
Slender fingers traced the defined lines of his muscles. Soft fingertips brushed over his nipples, bringing them to attention before she ever so gently tugged on the gold ring dangling from his right peak.
The hiss that escaped his lips brought a sexy grin to hers.
“You are so beautiful, sweetheart,” he moaned, dipping his head, capturing the hardened crest of her left breast between his teeth. With firm pressure he bit down, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
Her hips moved under him, rubbing the wet warmth of her sex along his cock. “You don’t need to sweet talk me, you barbarian,” she teased, sucking his bottom lip between hers. “I’m all yours.”
Wiggling and shifting beneath him, she thrust her hips up until her cunt swallowed every inch of his shaft. Arching off the bed, her ample bosom pressed up against his chest and his pelvis took on a mind of its own. Slowly, Philip withdrew his cock, leaving the fat, throbbing crown inside before thrusting again. Settling his weight on his forearms, he pressed Melanie to the bed, his hungry lips crashing against hers. Feasting on her mouth like a starving man, he felt her body begin to grip his thick flesh. He stopped his strokes and chuckled when Mel whimpered her protest into his mouth.
“You’re not allowed to come yet, baby,” he cooed and nuzzled her neck.
“Not allowed?” she griped, wrapping her legs around his waist, rubbing to create friction where she needed it most.
Philip bit back a laugh. Outweighing her by fifty pounds easily, she wasn’t about to move him without the help of a truck. Who was he trying to fool? Near ready to explode, he was just trying to buy himself a little more time.
“Roll over,” he growled low, and nearly came as Mel’s eyes grew wide, gleaming with anticipation. Pulling his length from the slickness of her body, he swatted her derrière when she assumed the doggie-style position.
Taking his time, Philip caressed the pale globes of her buttocks in his hands, massaging, spreading the flesh wider with each stroke. Using his finger and thumb of his left hand, he spread her lips open and pressed a single digit inside her wet channel. “Jesus,” he moaned, pumping it into her several times before pulling out. Moans of her contentment and heated desire carried to his ears, encouraging Philip to stake his claim.
“Back your ass up,” he ordered. “Impale your cunt with my cock, baby.”
Eager to comply, Mel wiggled backwards, and when she felt the smooth width of Philip’s shaft tease her entrance, she bucked back, taking all of him at once. Expelling a contented sigh, her upper body collapsed to the bed. All four of her lovers were hung like prized stallions. Philip’s penis had slightly more girth than the others, and when his cock shoved into her from behind, it created an exquisite sensation of fullness, rendering her speechless.
His throaty chuckle from behind reverberated through her and her body trembled. As his hips began to thrust relentlessly, slapping against her ass, a pathetic attempt at moaning was all she could muster. The tempo became a painful tease as he kept her teetering on the edge of climax. Her body soared, begging for the release just beyond her grasp. Without warning, Philip pushed his thumb past the tight muscles guarding her back entrance, shoving her over the edge.
Perspiration popped out of every pore, and her body shook as a toe-curling orgasm consumed her entire being. Crying out her pleasure into the sheet clutched in her grasp, the sound
of Philip meeting release filled the room. His cock danced inside her seconds before she felt the warmth of his seed trickling down the backs of her thighs.
As she lay gasping for breath, Philip withdrew and eased her hips down onto the bed.
From out of nowhere, a wave of nausea swept over her. Taking a deep breath, Melanie swallowed, trying to curb the sensation to hurl. The feeling seemed to subside, but as she inhaled a second deep breath, Philip swatted her backside in play and her body broke out in a cold sweat. The wave bowled over her again.
“Mel?” She heard the concern in Philip’s voice as she sprang from the bed.
Covering her mouth, she ran across the plush carpeted floor into the adjoining bathroom.
“Melanie!” Philip hollered a second time and she knew he was right behind her.
Dropping to her knees in front of the commode, Melanie heaved. Philip pulled her unruly hair out of the way and his large hand rubbed her back.
“Relax, baby,” his voice soothed.
Violent dry heaves wracked her body for several minutes. With trembling hands, Mel gripped the lid of the toilet for balance. Philip’s hand appeared, holding tissues, and he wiped her mouth and nose before easing her against the side of the bathtub. Unable to control the shaking of her body, Mel draped her arm over the tub. Resting her cheek against the cool porcelain edge helped extinguish the burn prickling her skin.
Philip released his grip on her hair. “I’m going to get you a cold washcloth, sweetheart, okay?” he said and walked over the cabinet. The sound of running water filled the room and then he knelt beside her. Gently, he wiped the cool cloth over her face, neck, and shoulders.
“What happened, honey?” The concern and confusion in his voice just contributed to her anxiety.
Her breathing grew more regular and she pushed herself to a sitting position. “I don’t know,” she replied with uncertainty. “But what a mood breaker, huh?” she quipped, trying to lighten the atmosphere in the room.
“It’s not funny, Mel.” Philip continued to drag the damp cloth over her perspiring skin. “What’s wrong? Why’d you puke?”
“I don’t know, Philip,” she answered and attempted to stand. “It just…came on all of a sudden.”
“No, you don’t, just stay there on the floor,” he ordered.
“But I…”
“Just stay down. What do you want? I’ll get you whatever you want.”
“I’d like a little ginger ale and maybe a cracker.” Casting him a peeved glare, she added, “But I don’t really want it here in the bathroom.”
“Fine, just stay here, I’ll go and get it, and then I’ll help you into the bedroom.” His firm tone left little room for argument.
“Fine,” she snipped back.
“Fine.” With the final word, he left the bathroom.
Once alone, Melanie stood up and took a seat on the toilet. “Stay there on the floor,” she grumbled, mimicking Philip’s deep voice. “I’m not a dog. I’m a big girl…a grown woman last time I checked,” she continued to mumble as she relieved herself.
Philip appeared in the doorway looking rather unhappy. “I told you to stay put,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I had to pee,” Melanie snarled back.
A look of acceptance replaced the annoyance and with a slight nod he muttered. “Oh. Sure.”
Now that she was done, she allowed him to help her back to the bedroom. Thankful for the support, Mel wasn’t sure her knees were prepared to hold her weight.
An hour later, Philip stood watching Mel fold laundry at the kitchen table. After they’d showered together and he helped her dress, the color had finally come back in her cheeks.
When she bolted from their bed, flying to the bathroom, he’d been startled. But when he saw her stark white face and felt her clammy skin after she’d purged, he was terrified. What frightened him more was there appeared to be no reason for it.
The night before, Mel had prepared chicken Caesar salad and quiche Lorraine for dinner, and they’d eaten early. Soundly she had slept through the night between Jake and himself. The nightmares that tormented her sleep when she’d first moved in with them had become a thing of the past. And at no time over the past two years together had she ever had so much as a cold.
The ginger ale and crackers seemed to have done the trick, and now she enjoyed a mug of steaming coffee while tending to her task.
“I’ve got to go, sweetheart.” Philip studied her nervously, not at all comfortable with the thought of leaving her alone. “You gonna be okay?” he asked, tucking his T-shirt into his jeans.
He knew the four of them doting drove her crazy, but they just couldn’t help it. She was their woman, and, come hell or high water, the four friends vowed to do anything and everything to keep her safe and make her feel protected.
“Yes, Philip.” She cast him a playful grin. “I’ll be just fine.” Placing the towel she’d just folded atop the pile, she walked to him and placed warm hands on either side of his face, pulling him down to her. Her tongue swept past his lips in a gentle caress before releasing him. “It was nothing, lover, I’m fine. I don’t know what it was, but it’s passed now.” Brushing her lips against his once more, she moaned. “Now, go to work, or you’re going to be late.”
* * * * *
Following dinner of barbequed steaks and a moonlight skinny-dip, they’d settled in the living room to watch a movie. Wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, Mel’s head rested on Van’s lap, his fingers stroking through her dark curls, dampened from her swim. At the other end of the couch sat his lover Jake, who was massaging their woman’s feet.
Throughout the entire day, Philip had stewed over the events of the morning, even calling home several times to check on Melanie. The fact that with each call, she’d assured him she was fine did little to ease his concern.
In silence, Philip stood in the doorway of the kitchen studying their lover. The sparkle of excitement in Mel’s dark green eyes helped to soothe his discontent and Philip was pleased to see a healthy pink hue tint her cheeks. A radiant glow surrounded her and the giggles escaping her parted full lips sent a jolt through his groin.
Philip loved her with every fiber of his being, sometimes to a painful degree. Melanie completed his and Jake’s union in a manner neither one of them realized they’d needed, and they both craved more of her. As in love and committed as he and Jake were, Melanie had been a perfect fit to their union. Not once in two years did he have any regrets about his lover and him sharing the woman they loved with their two best friends.
During that first incredible weekend two years earlier, the five had become a family.
Observing her now, he decided the episode that very morning had been a fluke occurrence. Her current demeanor and behavior gave him every indication their lover was fine.
“Can I get anybody anything?” he asked.
“I’d like some juice,” Mel replied. “Doesn’t matter what kind.”
“Sure, I’ll take a beer,” Calen said as he entered the living room, towel drying his hair.
Van glanced over at him. “Sounds good.”
“Me, too, babe,” Jake replied.
Pushing off from the door frame, Philip noted how content Mel appeared and all thoughts of her being sick that morning left his mind.
Chapter Two
The aroma of fresh brewed hazelnut coffee and applewood-smoked bacon teased Mel’s nose. Reaching around the king-sized bed with her eyes still closed, she found herself alone. Following a languid stretch, Mel rolled over and sat up for a look at the clock on the bedside table. Bright red neon lights told her it was seven thirty.
It’s Sunday morning, she groaned inwardly. Why in the hell do those men have to get up so damn early? And on a Sunday! Tossing back the down comforter and sliding her legs over the edge of the bed, her eyes were drawn to the dressers on either side of the spacious room, and to the table under the window.
Atop the polished wooden surfaces were two vases
of red roses and two of white orchids, her two favorite flowers. The fragrance of the blooms filled the air of Calen and Van’s bedroom.
They remembered.
A husky voice brought her attention to the open door. “We were wondering how long you were going to sleep.”
Turning her head, she smiled at a grinning Jake. “They’re beautiful.”
“Only the best for our girl,” he told her with a wink. Pushing away from the door frame, he stalked toward the bed with the stealth of a predator. “You know, one shout over my shoulder will bring three more horny men into this room and you might not see the light of day today, baby,” he growled.
Within two feet of the bed, he pounced, pressing her to the mattress under his weight. His lips and tongue burned a path along the length of her throat down to the swell of her right breast. The hunger in his eyes stole her breath. Lowering his head, still holding her gaze, his mouth closed over the rigid tip. When she reached to run her fingers through his golden hair, he caught her hands and pinned them to the bed.
As Jake’s mouth moved to suckle her left nipple, the bed dipped beside them.
“Babe.” The warmth of Philip’s breath tickled as his lips nuzzled Mel’s neck. “You weren’t going to have an appetizer before breakfast all by yourself, were you?”
Jake released her tight bud with a pop, and chuckled as his lips met Philip’s to share a deep kiss.
The sight of their mouths together stoked the fires of arousal already burning within her. Tilting to the left, Mel flicked her tongue over the pulse in Philip’s throat; her hands remained pinned on either side of her head. The taste of her men in the morning was heady. The scent of her arousal drifted between them.
Ending their oral embrace, Jake and Philip dipped their heads, each taking a nipple into the wet heat of their mouths. Arching her back, Mel cried out as they suckled her harder.
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