Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (22 page)

Chapter
Nine

Bianca

Mason pulls his car to a stop outside my apartment building. This morning I’d taken a cab to meet him at Walmart and he wouldn’t hear of me getting a cab home. We both knew Tim wouldn’t be around because he’d sent me a text during the afternoon to let me know all his things had been moved out and that he’d see me around. I was stunned really. We’d been together a few years and although I’ve wanted to end things for a lot longer than I care to admit, I was still surprised that he’d managed to move out during the morning and he would “see me around.”

“I’ll walk you inside.” Mason breaks into my musings, not giving me a choice as he’s already running around and opening my door for me.

Grinning up at him, I offer him my hand. “A gentleman…with a dirty mind,” I observe as he pulls me out of the car.

“The dirtiest babe,” he chuckles slipping his hand up inside my dress to my naked bottom. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” He cups my face with his other hand, and leaning in, he kisses me. Not a kiss of hunger or possession, but a kiss saying that what’s between us is more than physical. “Let me come inside with you… I won’t stay the night, but I’m not ready to let you go just yet.”

I hesitate. It’s not that I don’t want him to come inside with me, I’m just nervous. It’s my personal space and I’m frightened of getting too close to him because, for once in my life, I feel as though he’s the only man with the power to break my heart, which doesn’t make sense.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Mason asks me, a frown covering his face.

“Sorry. This is just…different.” I nervously fidget with the strap of my sundress.

“If you don’t want me to come inside, that’s fine. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you.” He looks away and takes a few deep breaths before looking back at me.

I’ve upset him.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rest against his chest. “I want you inside my apartment. I’m just afraid that if this…thing…between us falls apart, and you’ve been inside my space it’ll hurt all the more.”

He holds me tight and rests his face against my head, kissing my hair. “I don’t know what to say,” he mumbles against me.

And maybe it’s that he doesn’t know, or that he isn’t pressuring me that I’m able to say, “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

I take his hand and give him a small tug to get him moving with me. “Just don’t expect to get between my legs. You can wait until tomorrow, but I’m going to be getting in them jeans. I haven’t tasted you yet so tonight it’s my turn,” I smirk when I look back and see the shock on his face.

“Holy fuck, babe. My dick’s excited with that idea, but do you think you can stay quiet until we get inside otherwise I’m not going to be able to walk.”

He’s heavily aroused behind his zipper, which has me full of excitement. I’ve never, in my life, teased anyone or been so outspoken about sex or a sexual act, and now I can’t stop. My pussy is throbbing with the thought of his cock, thick and pulsing because of my words and soon because of my mouth. The thought that he gets so aroused because of me is hot as hell.

Taking my key from my purse, I let us into my quiet apartment. Switching on the light, I notice that all Tim’s stuff really has disappeared.

“Are you, okay?” Mason asks, wrapping me up in his arms from behind. “If you’re not ready to have anyone else in here I can leave,” he says kissing my shoulder.

“I don’t want you to leave. I’m fine. Even though I knew he’d left it was a surprise seeing the room looking so bare. At least he left all the furniture.”

I shake myself out of my thoughts and lead Mason to the sofa. Pushing him down, I straddle his legs as I yank my sundress over my head, and toss it over my shoulder.

With his eyes on me, his hands slide slowly up from my thighs, to my hips and up my torso; I look to his groin and realize he’s huge and twitching behind his zipper. We can’t have that now can we?

Reaching out, I stroke along the bulge desperate for my touch to tease him before unfastening his jeans and letting him spring free.

He groans and jerks with excitement. Sliding his hand between my legs, he rubs his fingers between my pussy lips. I can feel my arousal coating his fingers and as he slips two fingers inside me I clench around them, moaning. Throwing my head back, I grip his knees behind me and start riding his fingers. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wanted to pleasure him, which I’m going to do…soon.

“Baby…Christ,” Mason chokes. He starts rubbing my clit as his other hand starts to pinch and pull my nipples.

I’m so close! I thrash around on him as he inserts a third finger and I scream as my climax rips through me, not stopping. I collapse against him still shaking and squeezing around his fingers, the pleasure unstoppable. Biting down on his shoulder, he shudders and pushing me away from him, pinches the head of his cock.

God, that’s so hot. Seeing him with his hands on his throbbing shaft. He’s so damn long with a wide girth, but right now, he’s about ready to come. The head is bright red and leaking pre-cum between his fingers. His head is resting on the back of the sofa with his eyes closed, but his shaft is still throbbing, still leaking. I grin. I can help him with that.

Sliding from his lap, I stand over him, and with his help, I get his jeans down his legs, but leave them around his ankles. On my knees, I lean in and lick from his balls up to the tip of his dick. Knocking his hand away, I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up all his pre-cum.

He groans. “I’m not going to last. I’m so close after you coming all over me.” Mason arches closer to my mouth, and I don’t need him telling me twice.

Putting my hands on his hips, I take him into my mouth, massaging along his length with my tongue. His taste is intoxicating. Mason wraps my hair with his fingers and holds me gently to him.

“Ahhh…seconds, babe.” His breathing is uneven and his balls are so damn close to his body, he’s going to come.

Taking him further in, I massage his balls and between his legs, while taking him to the back of my throat before releasing him and sucking the head. I glance up at him as I take his cock all the way to the back again and holding there, I feel his legs start to shake. I swallow around him. He roars as he releases in my mouth. So fucking sexy and the taste of him… I lap him up, swallowing everything he gives me.

“Stop,” he groans. “Fuck baby.” I let his dick slide out of my mouth and his hands go straight to his twitching shaft. “Just checking it’s still there. Thought it had flown off.”

I giggle and crawl up his body. He kicks his sneakers off then his jeans before stretching out with me on top of him.

It feels right, him being here with me. My only problem is that now he’s here, I’m not sure I want him to leave.

“Let me stay,” he asks, caressing my back and bottom.

I rest against him with my elbows and rise up so I can see his eyes. “Are you a mind reader now? I was just thinking that I didn’t want you to leave, but it’s risky. What if someone sees you leaving in the morning?”

He brushes the hair back from my face and says, “I’ll leave early, around five while it’s still dark. Don’t worry, Bianca.” He pulls me back down to his chest. “I don’t want anything to come between us either.”

Lying against him feels right. No matter how wrong it is for me to be with one of my pupils, this, between us, feels right and Mason is taking hold of my heart. A place no other man has been.

Chapter Ten

Mason

Now that I’m dressed, I’m standing over the beauty in her bed not wanting to leave. I know why I have to, but I feel a pain in my chest leaving her. Why her? Why now? Why not in a few months once I’ve graduated and this whole forbidden thing isn’t forbidden anymore?

I know I’m young to have such strong feelings for a girl, well woman, but she’s in my blood and the thought of always being with her doesn’t scare the crap outta me. I want, no, I need her to want me just as much as I want her. I want her to cling to me and never let go. In the past, I’ve pushed everyone away—hating being clung to. Not this time.

“Mason,” she says in a sexy, sleepy voice. “What time is it?”

Climbing back on the bed, I lie beside her, pulling her into my arms. “I don’t want to leave, but it’s just gone five.” She feels amazing against me and if I don’t move soon, I’m not going to be able to. “I have to go. We’ll talk at school…and yes I’ll be careful no one finds out about us. We only have three months until I graduate, then it won’t matter because I’ll be going off to college.”

Bianca goes still. “You’ll be leaving,” she states, trying to roll away from me, but there is no way she’s getting away.

“We’ll talk about it soon because I’m not leaving you, okay. I can change from the college I’ve already been accepted at so that I’m closer to you, or you can come with me.” I really need to stop rambling. I never meant to mention college, but as soon as I did, I couldn’t stop myself.

“You’d do that? For me?”

“Oh baby. I’d do anything for you.”

She smiles and leans in kissing me. “You need to go, and I’ll think about what you said.” She kisses me again. “And thank you for not leaving me thinking this is only temporary.”

“God, never babe. Sleep now. I’m going to go before I climb back into bed with you.” I kiss her quickly and jump from the bed. I’m so tempted, but I can’t do what I want to do.

Walking through her apartment, I snag the keys she dropped on the side table when we came in last night so I can lock up behind me, which I do before
pushing them through the small letterbox she has in her door.

There’s an early morning chill in the air as I make my way toward my car under the cover of darkness. This feels so damn sneaky that it doesn’t sit well with me. I’m a selfish ass who only thought about getting off in the past, but Bianca is different and leaving in the dark feels wrong and…cheap now.

“Stay away from her.”

I stop in my tracks hearing those words said in what I can only describe as a pissed, evil voice. Meeting the stranger’s eyes, I realize it was the guy from the club…Tim, her ex-boyfriend. I caught sight of him as he led Bianca out of the club and remembered thinking he looked familiar. And now I remember why. The bastard has been coming in and using the back room that I took Bianca too. I’ve seen him slipping in and out with the chicks.

He starts to walk closer looking ready for a fight; his fists clenching at his sides, his jaw tense and fire practically coming out of his eyes.

“You had your chance and blew it. Now it’s my turn. Why don’t you go back to the club and pick up one of your usual chicks? Bianca’s worth a hell of a lot more than what you’ve been doing to her.” Well, okay perhaps I shouldn’t get his temper boiling more than it already is, but I’m not backing down against this piece of shit.

“I’ve moved out, but she’s still mine.” He spits on the floor. “Where’d she find you anyway? It’s not like her to pick a stranger up,” he sneers. “She doesn’t come that often, does she? She’s so fucking tight she gives you an amazing orgasm. And she’ll never give you a blowjob because she finds them repulsive. Why do you think I go to the club? I’m a guy.”

That’s it. I clench my fists and go for him. Wanting to choke the fucking bastard. We both go down with the power of my anger. I push his face into the road and practically spit at him, “She comes every time I touch her. She gets so wet she practically orgasms with my eyes on her. And as for blowjobs, she gives the best fucking blowjobs in history, in fact, it’s so good, I couldn’t walk afterwards.”

He blinks and I see his anger pick up a notch. Yeah, he doesn’t like the idea that his ex does things with me that she wouldn’t do with him. Something to think about later, but right now I need to be focused because I think I’ve prodded the bull one too many times.

Tim roars and manages to break free from my hold, punching me straight on the nose, which burst and hurts like a fucker. He doesn’t get away from me though as I let my fists fly before I hear him say “now” as I start gaining an advantage.

Hands grab me from behind, and pulling me off the bastard, they replace his blows with their own.

I go down.

Chapter Eleven

Bianca

It’s been a week since my encounter with Mason, and since then I haven’t seen him. He hasn’t been in school and when I enquired about his whereabouts his best friend had closed me down.

I can’t help but be concerned about him. We’ve shared more than our bodies and no one can tell me otherwise. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy to fuck and hide. Fuck and run, yes, but not hide. So something is wrong and I intend to find out just what before the school day is over with.

As I watch the students arrive through the window, I let my thoughts drift back to us being in the stockroom after the best sex of my life.

Mason hadn’t been able to take his hands from me, or his lips, and if it hadn’t been for the bell to mark the end of the school day, I’d have opened his jeans and pulled him out to pleasure me again. His cock had been hard as steel and seeing him coated with our joint release had made my legs go weak, or rather weaker than they already were after the strongest orgasm.

Hearing a throat being cleared behind me, I come quickly back to my senses and realize two things. One, my panties are wet and two, Mason is standing in the doorway to my office, looking all rumpled and sexy with bruising on his face.

What the hell!

“Oh my, God. What happened?” I ask, dashing around my desk.

“It’s nothing.” He won’t meet my eyes, but he moves further into my office, away from the open door and prying eyes.

Without thought, I reach out and caress his face. “Mason, this isn’t nothing. I’ve been really worried about you… I thought maybe, well, you regretted what happened between us.”

Mason reaches out and holds my hand against his face. “It’s why I’ve not been in. I didn’t want you to see me with how it was. It’s a lot better now, but…”

I don’t let him finish. Placing small kisses along his lips and jaw, I stop on his bruised, swollen cheek. “I wish you’d told me. Come to me. I’d have taken care of you. Who did this to you? Please tell me.”

“I’ll tell you later. Not here.” He sighs, placing his hands on my hips, slowly slipping them around onto my bottom and pulling me in against his body.

My arms wrap around his neck as I let out a sigh of pleasure. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t and I don’t know what the hell is going on between us…”

“I missed you, too. That’s why I’m here today. I was going to wait until next week to come back, but I had to see you.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry you thought I regretted being with you. I didn’t have any way of getting in touch and I sure as hell wasn’t asking David to pass on a message. The whole school would have known.”

Hearing his words, my heart does a little jump for joy.
Stupid
! How can I let him affect me the way he’s doing? And what do I do about Tim? He hasn’t left me alone this past week. Every time I turn around, he’s there. At the local grocery, the pharmacy, the gym and yesterday outside of the school. He’s starting to creep me out. I shudder in disgust, but end up shuddering in pleasure when Mason brings me back to the present by rubbing his hardened cock against my belly.

I can smell him. Not just his cologne, but him. All sexy six feet of him. Tim and his stalking temporarily forgotten, I push against Mason and let out a whimper. I’ve not only missed his touch this week, but I’ve missed his smile, his voice.

“Bianca,” he groans. “Take your panties off.”

I pause, feeling my dress start to slide up my thighs, I realize Mason isn’t waiting for me to do his bidding; he’s doing it for himself.

With my dress around my waist, he slides his hands inside my panties and slips them down my legs. “Step out.” I do, without a care or thought as to where we are.

He straightens, sniffs my panties and shoves them into his pocket and winces when he bumps against his dick with his hand. “I want you to teach the next class with me in it, minus your panties,” he whispers against my ear. “By the time the class is finished, I want you so wet and throbbing that you can’t wait to get my cock inside you.” He lifts the front of my dress and strokes against my hip. “All through the class, I’ll be sitting in my chair imagining you walking around with no clothes on, apart from that sexy bra you had on the other week, and thigh highs.” He slides a finger through my soaking pussy and dips inside my channel. A shudder wracks my body as he nibbles my ear. “I’ll imagine bending you over your desk and fucking you with my hard as fuck dick until we both come so fucking hard neither of us can walk.” He withdraws his fingers and smooth’s my dress back down my legs.

Stepping away from me, he sucks his fingers into his mouth before rearranging his dick. Making sure his shirt is covering his arousal, he then walks out of my office to take his seat in the classroom while I’m left standing without panties and about to teach a class. This is so unprofessional. How the hell can I go out there with no panties on?”
Who will know?
The answer to that is there is only one person who will know and that will be the person who better keep his promise to fuck me.

It’s official. I’m loosing my mind. There is five years between us and he’s my student. No matter how many times I go over and over this in my head, I always end up wanting him and doing whatever he tells me too, which includes not wearing any panties to teach the class.

Feeling naughty, I grab a pencil from my desk and use it to pin my hair on top of my head and then I freshen my make-up, especially my red cherry popper lip gloss. With a quick glance into my small mirror, I grin at myself knowing I look hot. We’ll see how long he lasts before he has to disappear to the restroom.

He makes me so damn wet. Just the thought of what he has planned for me is making me burn for him.

Picking up todays notes from the corner of my desk along with a pen, I walk out into the classroom and looking straight at him. I arch an eyebrow in response to his wide-eyed, open-mouthed stare.

Take that!

He wants me to tease him, well tease him I will.

“Morning class.” I slide the pen into my mouth and let it pop out, knowing he’s going to be fidgeting in his seat. I let my gaze wander over the class while I nibble on the end of the pen and watch as Mason narrows his eyes. I grin and feel tingles between my legs. My arousal is slipping down my thighs. “Okay, guys. Today’s lesson is going to be about fleshing out the project work that you have coming up. So who wants to go first?”

I wait patiently while they’re looking at each other, hoping someone else is going to volunteer before they get volunteered by me. Hmm. And Jessica puts her hand up. I’ve watched her since I started here and she either has a past with Mason, or wants a future. We need to keep an eye on her because I don’t think she misses much.

“Jessica, it looks like you’re letting them off the hook. What topic would you like to cover? And please remember this is a history class.”

While she looks to be thinking about what to say, I move to sit down behind my desk. My legs feel rubbery and the heat flowing out of my pussy is starting to drive me insane.

“I want to write my paper on the history of men having sex with older women,” she smirks, staring directly at me. She knows.