Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (23 page)

Chapter Twelve

Mason

Bianca handled that bitch Jessica, who now has a completely different project. If she thinks I’m going to sit back and let her do shit like that in class, then she’s in for a surprise. I figure by mentioning the older woman that she knows about Bianca and me. How, I’ve no idea because we’ve been careful, and hell, we haven’t seen each other for a week.

How the fuck does she know something’s going on between us? I know she’s a jealous bitch and has wanted to get me out of my jeans again for a while now, but it’s so not going to happen. And this, whatever she’s doing, is going to stop.

Ever since Jessica opened her mouth Bianca has withdrawn. She has me worried and doubting her commitment to me. Instead of being an arrogant ass, which is something I’m accused of on a regular basis, I’m not going to walk away before she hurts me. She’s worth fighting for and I’m not prepared to give up.

Watching the clock tick around for the bell to go is killing me. I need to talk to her. To reassure her that I’m in this relationship totally, and I guess I need her to reassure me that she isn’t going to push me away. She’s my girl and she isn’t going anywhere unless it’s with me.

And there it is—
the piercing sound of the bell.

Everyone shoves their papers into their bags and exit quickly. I glare at Jessica as I watch her leave and turn back to search for me when she gets to the door. Acting maturely, I give her the finger. She blushes and storms out with her lackeys trailing behind.

Hurrying to the front of class, I walk over to Bianca who hasn’t moved from behind her desk. “I’m not going to stop. Not now after Jessica. I’ll wait for you at your place…No arguing,” I tell her when she opens her mouth.

It takes everything in me not to wrap her up in my arms and tell her everything will be okay. I shove my hands in my back pockets so I won’t reach out to her. “Come straight home, Bianca,” I whisper now. “I need to hold you and I know you need to be held.”

She nods, quickly wiping a tear from her face. “I’ll follow you in five minutes.”

After a minute of holding each others’ gaze, I turn, and walking out of school to my car, I shove everything into the trunk. Resting against the car with my hands, I inhale and notice Jessica across the way, watching me. I look away before I go over to her because I can’t guarantee I’m not going to throttle the little tramp.

Seeing the gloating smirk on her face, I climb into my car and take off because she really is pushing my buttons. My temper isn’t usually so close to the surface, in fact, I consider myself a pretty laid back guy, but having her go after Bianca is making me mad as fuck.

I know part of my temper right now is because of my worry that Bianca is going to push me away. Basically, I need my girl to calm me down. She makes me so damn happy, not to mention how she arouses me with just one look. In class today, watching her walk around with no panties on had me hard as fuck and when she walked out of her office with her sexy hair-do, and red lips, sucking the pen between…
fuck
…I’d nearly come then and there.

Pulling up outside Bianca’s apartment, I make sure I look around this time. I’m not going to be taken off guard again and imagining Bianca’s red lips wrapping around my dick isn’t such a good idea, right now. We need to talk instead of the bout of hot sex that I’d planned for in her office after class.

She pulls in beside my car, which brings me out of my dirty thoughts.

Opening my door, I run around to help her out from her car and as I grab her satchel, she takes me by surprise, cupping my face and planting a wet kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to let the best thing to ever happen to me out of my life. I know we have to talk, but right now I need you inside me, because I’m wet, throbbing and hungry.”

She leaves me fucking speechless, but I sure as hell don’t need telling twice. Grabbing her hand, I pull her toward her apartment, and take the key out of her hand. Opening the door, I shove her inside, and dropping everything, we both attack each other.

I don’t have enough hands. I want to touch her everywhere, but I start with her ass, which I know is naked. Keeping my tongue tangled with Bianca’s, I slide my hands underneath her dress and caress the globes of her bottom. Unable to help myself, I slip my finger between and nearly, fucking come when I feel how wet she is for me. She wraps one leg over my hip and starts to rub her pussy against me.

Growling, I push her away from me, and rip open my jeans. Shoving them down my thighs, I hoist her up against the wall and impale her on my cock.

Bianca moans into my mouth as her wet pussy clings to my dick, sucking me further inside her until I touch base. I can feel tiny flutters up and down my length, which tells me she’s close, and fuck me, I am too. I don’t have any staying power when I’m with her, and being naked and inside her, I last maybe thirty seconds.

“Ahhh…Oh God, Mason,” she moans, grinding on me. “I’m coming…”

Holding her pinned to the wall, I start a slow back and forth movement with my hips, which is killing me, but it’s driving her crazy. I bite down on one of her nipples, which is prominent through her dress.

She screams my name and proceeds to squeeze the hell out of my dick with her orgasm, grinding like crazy on me. I start to pound into her as I harden, lengthen and with one hard thrust inside her I let go, shooting my cum against her walls. Bianca bites my ear and sends another round of cum outta me. My legs are quivering and my cock won’t stop fucking twitching and still feels hard as fuck.

Starting to slide out of her, Bianca moans and whispers, “I’m close to coming again.”

Thinking fast because I don’t have the strength to keep her against the wall, I withdraw and wait for her feet to touch the floor before ridding my body of my clothes. I watch as she tosses her dress off and lets it land on a heap on top of my clothes.

I could look at her body all day, especially her firm breasts, which overflow my hands when I touch them.

Already my cock’s ready for round two. “Go and lean over the coffee table.”

She smiles and walks over to it, kneels down and spreads herself over the table with her bottom pointing in my direction, her legs spread.

I follow her and dropping to my knees between her spread thighs, I stroke through her swollen, wet heat. She’s wet and wiggles her ass against my hand, but I have other ideas and use the wetness to lubricate her puckered hole. She moans as I stroke around it, pushing into my hand. “More,” she comes slightly up from the table and gripping the sides pushes against my finger, which has yet to enter her.

“You want this? Just my finger…for now.” Imagining my cock inside her tight little hole has me about to burst. I only came not five minutes ago and I’m already so fucking hard and throbbing that I can’t think straight.

“God, yes… Do it… Now!”

Rubbing inside her channel, I coat my fingers again before slipping one into her anus. I’m trying to take it slow, but she pushes back against me, shoving my finger as far as it can go.

“Yes,” she moans rubbing her ass against my dick as my finger slips back and forth. I can feel her pussy quivering, needing me inside her. But fuck me, she’s rubbing and pinching her own nipples while I fuck her ass. “Inside me. Oh God, Mason.”

The head of my cock is deep red and leaking like crazy, she has me so excited. I pinch the head between my finger and thumb trying to control the lust running through my body.

“Mason…”

Taking hold of my shaft, I enter her pussy. I can feel my cock through the thin piece of skin separating the anus from her pussy and I grit my teeth on the pleasure of it. “This is going be quick. I’m sorry.”

“I want… I need quick.”

She flattens herself on top of the table, pushing against me. Without any more encouragement, I start moving back and forth with both my dick and finger. The friction of being inside her wet sheath and my finger rubbing against the walls of her ass and my cock has set fire to my balls. A fire that’s about ready to erupt.

Using my other hand, I start playing with her clit, and within seconds, she’s thrashing around under me, clamping her pussy around my dick, her ass around my finger. Grinding back on me. The sparks been lit, and the fire in my balls starts to shoot up my cock and out through the tip, over and over again. Not stopping. Bianca can’t stop squeezing me in aftershocks, which is milking more cum out of me.

Before I collapse, I have the sense to withdraw from her and drop down on my ass, pulling her with me into my lap.

“You’re going to kill me,” I breathe into her neck.

Chapter
Thirteen

Bianca

Having carried me to bed after our lovemaking session, Mason climbed in behind me, spooning against my back and proceeded to fall asleep. I think I drifted on and off, but for the most part, I’ve been lying in his arms trying to think how to carry on seeing him without anyone finding out. I’m not sure I have the strength to walk away from him.

“Bianca. What’s wrong?”

I snuggle more deeply into his arms. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Hmm.” He buries his face into my hair. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Rolling over, I wrap my leg over his hip as he puts his hand on my bottom to pull me in flush to his arousal. “Mmm. You’ll have to wait. We can’t avoid talking and I’ll feel better, I hope, if we get it out of the way.”

Mason kisses my forehead and says, “I’ll go first seems as most of the answers you’re looking for need to be from me.”

He pulls me
against his chest so I wrap my arm around him, getting comfortable, as he starts talking.

“My face, well, that kind of happened when I left here last week, and can we leave it at that?”

What the hell?
“No we can’t just leave it at that. Who did this?” As he stares at me, I start to get the feeling that I should know. “Please tell me it wasn’t because of me.”

“It wasn’t because of you. He’s sick,” he says, brushing my hair behind my ear.

My stomach feels as though it’s dropped to my toes. “Was it Tim?”

“Yeah. Don’t cry.” He pulls me into his arms as my tears leak out from my eyes. It is my fault. He was hurt because of me. Why can’t anything ever
be straightforward?

“Bianca, babe. I meant it when I said it wasn’t your fault. It’s his because there is seriously something wrong with the bastard. Please don’t blame yourself. I don’t blame you.”

Mason holds me tight, feathering kisses along my shoulder while he caresses along my spine.

“He’s been following me.” Mason freezes at my words. “Sometimes, I’ll be shopping and turn a corner and he’s there watching me. Other times, he’ll be sitting in his car outside school. I’m not sure what he wants, but I haven’t seen him for a couple of days. I don’t know whether that’s good or bad.”

“Shit, Bianca. Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

I laugh. “How could I? I don’t even have your cell number and you haven’t exactly been around.”

“
Fuck
. Well as soon as we’re dressed, we are going to exchange numbers and I’ll give you my address as well. Hell, you can come over and see my mom again.”

He kisses me…long and hard. I wiggle trying to get closer and feel his erection between us, growing harder by the second. Feeling wicked; I slide my hand between us and rub the mushroom head of his dick. He groans, pushing into my hand before removing my fingers. “Not yet. I want to talk about college. We might as well get it out of the way at once.”

Since he mentioned college the other week, I’ve been thinking about heading off to college with him. I have enough money saved, which I’ve not wanted to touch and deep down I knew I was saving it to finish college. I have my teaching degree, but I’ve always wanted to do a master’s program, but I was stupid and let Tim talk me out of it. I let him fill my head with nonsense really about not having enough money. He knows one of my biggest fears is not having enough money to live, having grown up with my parents’ living paycheck to paycheck. I’m just damn lucky I received a scholarship to college so every penny earned, I saved what I could and that’s been topped up with my salary.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Mason asks me smiling.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought... So college,” I mention quietly.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and looks at me, saying, “Come with me. I’m not willing to let you go. I’ll stay here and drive the hour to the closest college if you don’t want to move…”

I cover his mouth with mine, letting my tongue slip between his lips. He tastes so good and I struggle to pull away. “I’m coming with you,” I whisper.

Until this very moment I hadn’t realized that I’ve made my mind up. I don’t want to stay here. In a few months he’ll graduate and our relationship can be open, but staying in the same town will be awkward. Everyone looking at us as wondering if we’ve been together since Mason was in school.

“I want to get my masters in education. I wanted to do this when my degree program came to an end, but I listened to Tim. I’m glad I did because I wouldn’t have met you. But things have changed and I really want to be with you. So there isn’t any reason why we can’t live together at school and I plan on getting a part-time job around my studies.” My heart is in my mouth while I wait for him to reply.

His dick swells against me so I move closer and press into him.

“I need to be inside you. And I agree with everything.”

He has me lying on my back; my legs open as he slides inside me where he stills. “Don’t move. Every time I enter you I feel as though it’s my first time…and so does my cock. It just wants to release.”

Mason rests his head against my forehead and just breathes me in while the muscles in his back tighten up as my hands caress him. Leaning down, he rubs his chest softly against my aroused nipples making them throb for more of his touch.

Straddling my thighs, he closes them so he’s snug inside my pussy. I moan, and arching up, hear him cuss before dropping his mouth to one of my nipples. The sensation of having him so snug has my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come.”

Taking hold of my wrists, he holds them above my head in one hand, keeping himself off the top of me and uses his other to hold my bottom closer to him as he pounds into me.

I’m falling in love with him.