Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (20 page)

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 h
ow 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 toward 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 b
reasts 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.”

I’m not even drunk as I never managed to order my drink, but I find I like being out in the open, touching and rubbing against my guy. Because, he is my guy. Smiling, I leave his button fastened to keep his pants up, but I unzip him and hear him growl as I put my hand inside the opening to stroke his naked cock. No underwear.

I’m really going to do this. Taking a firm hold around him, I feel him quiver and then hiss through his teeth when I bring him out of his pants and start rubbing my finger around the head of his cock. I toy with the wet slit, sliding his sticky pre-cum into it.

“Bianca,” he whispers, pushing back and forth in my hand.

“Inside me.”

Mason keeps our lower half together, but moves his chest away from mine to meet my eyes. Whatever he sees, he likes because the hem of my dress slips up and his fingers start sliding through my wet heat before dipping inside me. He freezes when he feels just how wet I am before pulling his fingers out from between my thighs. With his gaze burning into mine, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

My heart feels ready to beat out of my chest and my whole body is ready to ignite. Mason knocks my hand away from his dick, and takes hold, moving his hand back and forth as we both watch the tip leaking. He drags one of my legs over his hip and, before I can take a breath, he’s inside me and my legs back down with one of his still between mine.

He’s so big inside me—
hard and throbbing
. I can feel every inch of him as my pussy tightens around him, trying to suck him further inside. His hands tighten on my bottom, holding me to him, before he starts moving to the beat of the music again, and I swear to God, my eyes roll back in pleasure. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before as we stay locked against each other. If he starts pounding inside me then it will be obvious as to what we’re doing so we just continue to move to the music, his hands squeezing my butt. As the music drums inside me like his cock, he pulls me tighter, taking a firmer hold of me, and his movements become a steady grind, perfectly timed to the music. Both beat within me—erotic and pulling me closer to orgasm. My head drops to his shirt as I scream into his chest while my orgasm rips through me, my pussy sucking his cock deeper. My channel flutters around him. He’s obviously unable to hold back any longer because he slams in and out of me three times before he pounds into me one final time and drops his face into my neck as I feel his cock jerking and coating my walls in his release.

That was hot. And I mean hot.

Mason lifts his head and meets my eyes before feathering kisses around my lips. “I’m desperate to taste you, but he’ll know, and you’re not ready for that tonight.”

Pushing away from me, I groan as his cock creates a delicious friction on its way out of my body. I look down and can just make out our release glistening along his length, which is still hard.

He smirks as he quickly pulls my dress down and shoves his junk away.

“I want to spend time with you tomorrow?”

I start to shake my head.

“Please, Bianca. Just us. I’ll drive for a couple of hours so no one will see us.”

How the hell can I refuse him? Tonight I’m going to tell Tim, because I’m not going to be able to let him touch me now. Mason’s claimed me. No matter what happens in the future, I’m his.

“Alright. Meet me behind Walmart at nine in the morning.”

Chapter Six

Mason

Driving up the coast to my favorite place, I can’t stop thinking about the woman sitting beside me. I want her. I can’t stop wanting her. Last night in the club had blown my mind. Regardless of what you might think I’ve never done that before. In fact, I’ve never had sex in public before last night. My girl is hot and listening to her make those little noises she makes when she’s about to come, drives me over the top with hunger.

This morning though there’s something bothering her. She was happy to see me, there’s no mistaking that after the way she kissed me in greeting, but there’s something dark that is taking the light out of her eyes. I don’t care what happens, by the end of the day I’m going to find out what it is because I want her completely happy.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” She breaks my musing with her question and her hand, which is sliding slowly up my thigh.

I grin. “You might want to watch where you put that hand.”

My heart thuds in my chest when she starts rubbing me through my jeans, waking my dick up. The minute she touches me the fire starts low in my belly, travelling toward my balls. Around Bianca I always seem to have trouble controlling my response and…
fuck!
“Stop…Oh, God, you’re going to make me crash.”

She’s shoved her hand down the front of my jeans to straighten me out, which does ease the discomfort, but having her hand on my naked flesh is causing another kind of discomfort.

“No one’s ever responded to me the way you do,” she says so quietly, I barely hear her. “It’s so hot watching you go crazy for me. I didn’t think I was that desirable.”

Is she fucking crazy? I’m not that far off embarrassing myself and she thinks she isn’t desirable.

“Bianca. Don’t ever tell me you don’t think you’re desirable. God, you are so damn beautiful all I have to do is look at you and my need to touch you is unbearable. I’ve lost count the amount of times since I first saw you that I’ve beaten off imagining being inside you, not just your pussy, but your mouth, or having you spread open as I eat you out.”

Grrr. All this talk is making me throb.

“I want you, Mason.”

My dick does a leap for joy as my whole body tightens trying to hold back my excitement. “I want us to spend today together without getting naked. Today I want something more,” I tell her while clutching the steering wheel for dear life.

“I want that too, but, well, isn’t that uncomfortable?”

She’s going to kill me.

“Yeah. I’ll survive,” I say, slipping my hand in my jeans to sort my junk out so I’m not tempted to let her finish me off, which is what her eyes are saying she wants to do.

Briefly, taking my eyes from the road, I glance at her and see the smirk she’s unable to hide. “You enjoy tempting me?” I ask, looking back to the road.

“Yes. When I’m with you, I’m carefree. I don’t have to worry about anything because you make me feel safe and happy. Which, considering I’m your teacher, is a bit weird. For year’s, I’ve always done what others expected me to do, but you…you don’t demand anything from me, other than for us to spend time together.” She sighs getting comfortable. “First my parents always expected me to get straight A’s and heaven help me if I didn’t. Then before I knew it I was at college and with Tim. I spent my childhood agreeing to my parents and then I found myself agreeing to whatever Tim suggested to keep the peace.” She hesitates and glances at me.

I don’t like knowing she’s with someone else when I want her all to myself.

“We kind of fell into a relationship and ended up here together. I can’t be sorry about following him here, because then I wouldn’t have met you, but a huge part of me knows whatever we had at college was over with when we graduated. I told Tim last night that I’m moving out.”

“What…” I pullover onto the shoulder of the road so I can look at her, and ask, “You really told him? What did you tell him?”

She smiles as I entwine my fingers with hers. “I told him that we were stupid staying in a relationship that should have ended. He was angry at first and then started to settle down and agreed, but he said he would be the one to leave as he had a friend from work he could move in with. I didn’t ask whether the friend was male or female, not because I didn’t want to know, but because I really wasn’t bothered.”

I have her. She’s mine now. I know that sounds possessive, but the fact is, I knew she’d be mine from the first time I saw her. At least now I can stop worrying about someone else touching her.

Kissing her hand, I say one word, “Good.”

She still doesn’t look as happy as she should as though there’s something else bothering her. So while we’re still sitting at the side of the road, I ask, “Tell me?” Her eyes briefly, widen. “There’s something else. I can see it in your eyes.”

“He’s moving out today while I’m out, but, well… What does this mean? You, me?” She covers my mouth with her hand when I go to interrupt her. “I don’t want you moving in with me because that would cause problems and we have only spent today together, but, I mean are we really doing this?”

I don’t like the not moving in part, but she’s right about today being our first day together, even though we had sex not once, but twice yesterday. “Bianca, I’m not using you to scratch an itch or whatever the hell you think I’m doing. I want you. We’ve already established I can’t get enough of your body, but I want to be with you as a person. Like hanging out today and just being in each other’s company. We’ll take one step at a time, okay? But one thing I want you to remember is that I’m not using you for sex. You mean more to me than that.”

When she smiles her whole face lights up and until this moment I hadn’t realized just how worried I was. Relief floods through me and I return her grin, although I think mine might be larger. “Let’s go. We’re not too far away now.”

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going?”

Keeping her hand in mine, I rest them against my thigh and chuckle at her. “We’re going to a small town on the water and we’re going to eat lobster and ice cream.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Just sit back and relax.”