Forbidden: a Contemporary Romance Anthology Page 2

  I eyed the large as hell wooden door, before pressing a finger to the doorbell. Moment of truth…

  The sound of the bell ringing echoed throughout the house, making the seconds that I stood there seem like hours.

  Everything's going to be okay, everythings…

  “Audrey?” Jameson’s smoky voice filtered into my ears, and I lifted my eyes from the concrete walkway and up to his green ones. As soon as our eyes connected, I knew I had made the right choice.

  “Jameson… can we talk?” I titled my head, probably looking like a crazed lunatic. I was out here on his doorstep in the middle of the night, with no one else in sight. If he let me in his house, he was as crazy as I was.

  "Are you drunk?" he questioned, before continuing. "Come on…" Jameson's tall frame hovered over mine, while the smell of spice, with a hint of smoke, clung to my nostrils. I wanted to lean into his chest and inhale his scent. Instead, I took his invitation to come in, tripping over the threshold within two steps, and winding up in Jameson’s arms.

  2

  Jameson

  It was always on the nights when you had to bust your ass working that shit got interrupted. The chime of the doorbell filtered into my ears, pulling me away from the papers I desperately needed to get through.

  “Who the fuck could that be?” I shook my head, frustrated that I couldn’t even manage to make it through the paperwork at home. It was different at the office when you had a forbidden fruit like Audrey Hamilton tempting you at every turn. The girl was nothing more than a cock tease and my best friend’s daughter, wanting her was completely wrong, yet I was tempted to take a bite from the ripeness she had on display.

  I opened the door, not caring to look through the peephole and see who it was that was standing outside my mansion at nearly ten o’clock at night. I should’ve though…

  “Audrey?” My voice didn’t match my reaction. I sounded happy, relieved even, to see her on my doorstep when, in actuality, I was shocked and completely surprised that she was here. She was wearing the sexy little red dress she had worn to the office earlier that day, the same one that had me wanting to push her against my desk, lift her skirt, and fuck her senseless.

  “Jameson, can we talk…?” Her eyelashes fluttered against her pale white cheeks, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the dim overhead light. God, she was so fucking gorgeous, and alone, and… I could smell wine on her breath as she spoke and knew something was up. It was dark out, and there wasn’t one fucking car, not even hers, to explain how she had gotten here.

  “Are you drunk?” I questioned, eyeing her up. Either way, now that she was here, I would be responsible for her well-being, which meant she needed to come in.

  “Come on…” I moved out of the way, speaking without thought of the consequences. She was tipsy, and clearly emotional at this moment. Why on God’s green earth she was here asking to talk to me, I didn’t know, but I did know her father would murder me if I didn’t take her in and make sure she was okay, which left me with no other options.

  “Fucking Christ!” I growled, catching her small body in my arms before she could make contact with the unforgiving marble floor.

  “You smell so good…” she purred, and my cock stirred in my dress slacks. I wasn’t about teasing my cock. When I wanted something, I took it, so knowing I couldn’t give into my cravings for Audrey annoyed the hell out of me.

  “And you smell like a winery… how much have you had to drink?” I cleared my throat, helping her to balance on her feet. She stared up at me like I was the most important person in the world, and truthfully, I didn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise.

  "Just a few glasses. I'm not drunk, not really…" Her small hand landed on my tense shoulder, and I wanted to sink into her warm touch.

  She’s your best friend’s daughter… No…

  “Right, and I am not a billionaire. Come on, let’s get you some water. Then I’ll call your dad and he can come and pick you up.” I took a step away from her, hoping the distance would help cool my heated blood. Then I closed the front door and turned on my heels, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

  "Actually, I don't want you to call my dad… I didn't come here because I need help…" I could hear her call from behind me, her heels smacking against the marble flooring. What did she mean she didn't need me to call her dad? I couldn't keep her here with me. If her father found out, my ass would be…

  “I want you.” The words made me stop dead in my tracks. What did she say? I turned around without thought, staring down at her. She was so fragile, so perfectly unflawed. We couldn’t be together, and I knew for a fact that she knew that.

  "What?" I asked as if I hadn't heard her. She bit her bottom lip nervously, as a soft blush crept up her cheeks.

  “I…” Her lips trembled as she spoke. “I want you.” I knew exactly what those words meant, but I didn’t want to acknowledge them, at least right now.

  “Okay, then you can stay in the guest room.” Audrey’s face fell, every emotion she was feeling reflecting back at me. I had known for years that Audrey had a teenage crush on me, but that was it. I expected it to dissipate one day. Unfortunately, her working as my assistant at the company her father and I own only fanned the flames of desire.

  “Do you not want me? Am I too young? Not experienced enough?” Tears formed in her blue eyes, and all I could do was stare at her in disbelief. She had to know how beautiful and tempting she was to a man like myself. Fuck, I had beaten off numerous times to the image of her between my legs, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth. I just refused to admit my feelings out loud, because once I did, that meant they were real and I couldn’t handle admitting how I felt about Audrey.

  Still, seeing her so exposed before me made my heart ache. “What do you want from me, Audrey? What do you want me to do?” I narrowed my eyes at her, my eyes slipping from her face and down her body, knowing that her nipples were hardening with need. I bet her pussy would be soaked if I slipped a finger along her seam.

  I stood there staring down at her, wanting nothing more than to remove my tie and wrap it around her wrists, binding her to my bed until the morning light.

  “You.” She took an earth-shattering step toward me.

  This has to be a setup… Her father… My best friend, Andy. What will he say?

  “I want you…. I need you, Jameson.” She licked her lips, her fingers ghosting against the silk purple tie I wore. I couldn’t let this happen, could I?

  “What do you want me to do to you?” I fed into her, watching as the flames in her eyes flickered brighter, as if I had just doused them with gasoline.

  “I’ve waited forever for you, Jameson, and I know it’s wrong, that we can’t be together because of my father and our age gap, but I saved it… for you…” Her eyes drifted from my lips and back up to my eyes, and I smiled.

  I fucking smiled, knowing that she wanted to kiss me because never, not even once, had I wanted to kiss another woman back as much as I wanted to kiss Audrey.

  "What did you save for me?" I wanted to hear her sweet mouth say it because I could guarantee you, she never spoke as dirty as she would when she was with me.

  Her cheeks grew redder as her hand lifted, clasping onto my shoulder. Her nails sank into the flesh through my dress shirt, making a groan slip from my lips.

  “My virginity… Jameson, I saved it. For you," she purred, and my cock jerked in my pants, begging to be set free.

  What would her father say… or what about the fact she’s been drinking?

  "Don't think about it. About what my father will say, about what will happen tomorrow when we wake up, just let it happen, Jameson. Let me see the part of you, you're too afraid to show me in the boardroom." Audrey's words were my undoing. When I should've been calling her father to come and get her, I was pressing my lips against hers, giving into the cravings I had desperately wanted to curb since the moment she started working as my assistant a year ago.

  “Yo
u taste like a sin that I want to keep committing. One that I won’t mind living in hell for, to taste again and again…” Her lips pulled up into a smile against mine, and before I realized it she was pulling at my waistband and fumbling with the button on my dress slacks to let the beast out to play.

  “I’ve dreamt of this moment a million times, except I never thought it would take place here in your house…” Her hands slid underneath my shirt, as her nails raked against my six-pack causing a shudder of pleasure to emit from deep inside me. I was feeling all kinds of things I shouldn’t be feeling for this little temptress.

  “Where did you think it would happen then? On my desk, bent over the edge with your legs spread wide open?” I grinned, looking down at her, wanting more than anything to take her just as I had described.

  Her dark brown hair slipped from behind her ears, as she nodded her head yes at my remark. She was so beautiful it was almost painful to know that I would be tarnishing her with all the bad things I had done in my life. I wasn’t a good man and most everyone knew that, including her father, but I couldn’t get my wits together to tell little Miss Audrey, nor did I think it would change her mind.

  Pulling at the buttons on my shirt, I ripped the damn thing off, letting the fabric fall to the floor, while the buttons flew in every direction. Audrey’s gaze grew hotter as she realized I was going to give into her deepest desires.

  "I never thought you cared about me." Her words were weak as if she didn't want to speak them out loud.

  “That’s just it, Princess. I care more about you then I should…” I spoke, plucking her up off the floor and throwing her over my shoulder. She didn’t seem to weigh hardly anything and I didn’t like that, not one fucking bit. I didn't like that in her head she thought I didn't care because I fucking cared. I probably cared too much

  "Holy shit!" A shriek of laughter pierced the air as I carried her to my office. I wanted to make her every dream come true, even if it was for one night only. I kicked the door open and crossed the room, placing my hand on her ass I as placed her against the wooden desk that was covered in papers.

  “I’m going to make every single fantasy this beautiful little head of yours could conjure up come true…" I barked softly at the shell of her ear, my hand slipping from the top of her ass and skimming over her hip, down her stomach, and eventually stopping against the inside of her thigh, where her dress had ridden up. Her warm breath fanned against my cheek… She was just as turned on, if not more than I was.

  “Don’t tease me, Mr. Briggs… If you aren’t going to deliver…” Her words caused something inside of me to snap and before I realized it, I had her turned around with her hands against the desk. My stiff cock pressed against her perfectly shaped ass.

  “My ability to deliver is certain. The question you should really be asking yourself is if you’ll be able to handle what I dish out.” I nipped at her earlobe, pinning her chest to the desk. If she was nervous or scared she wasn’t showing it.

  “Prove it,” she ordered, pressing her ass back against my cock as if to say, take what you want. All logical thought went out the window. It didn’t matter that Audrey was my best friend’s daughter, or way too young for me. All that mattered was proving to her how badly I wanted her, and showing her just how good at delivering I really was.

  "Clasp your hands together…" I growled, undoing my tie from my neck, before unbuttoning the top of my slacks. Audrey did as she was told, placing both her hands together in front of her head, which pushed her ass out further. I suppressed a groan as I took my purple tie, the one she told me she liked so much today and wrapped the soft silk around her wrists.

  “You’re going to tie me up?” She sounded curious to know what I had in store for her and she would find out, very, very soon.

  “Has anyone ever tasted you before?” I licked my lips; my voice soft as I ignored her curiosity about being tied up and instead trailed a hand down her spine, loving the way her body reacted to my touch.

  "No…I mean yes… well, kind of… I didn't like it…" Her voice trailed off as disbelief hit me in the balls. Didn't she like it? She wasn’t supposed to like it; she was supposed to fucking love it. If a man didn’t know how to eat pussy, he wasn’t a man. You didn’t stop until her legs were shaking and her hands were prying your face away.

  “Then he wasn’t a man. I promise you, you’ll more than like what I’m about to do to you… in fact you’ll fucking love it.” I dropped to my knees behind her, pushing her dress up over her ass revealing a very sexy black lace thong.

  “Fuck me!” I groaned, pressing a soft kiss against the top of her ass crack. I knew she was a virgin so I needed to slow the fuck down, but when she surprised me with shit like this it made it impossible for me not to want to sink balls deep inside her tight pussy.

  “Mr. Briggs, you’re teasing me…” She wiggled her ass back and forth, tempting me to bite her soft ass cheek. She didn’t know the kind of shit storm I would endure from her father if he ever found out about what was taking place here.

  “You’ve seen nothing, Ms. Hamilton, not yet…” Gripping the thong between two fingers, I pulled the fabric until I heard the ripping of it as it fell from her ass and down her legs, with little effort.

  “Did you just rip my thong in half?” I could hear the arousal in her voice, mixed with a little bit of shock.

  "Why yes, I did. It was in the fucking way of my midnight snack…" I heaved and before she could muster up another word, I was spreading her creamy white thighs open and slipping my tongue into her bare pussy.

  3

  Audrey

  Air rushed into my lungs as the tip of his tongue slid against the seam of my pussy. It had been over a year since my ex-boyfriend ate my pussy out and though there was some pleasure with it, it was nothing like what I was feeling right now.

  “Let me see that pretty pink pussy…” Jameson’s deep voice vibrated against my folds, making my entire belly explode with butterflies.

  My body reacted to his command without thought, my legs spreading as wide as they could. Jameson’s strong hands held my thighs open while his tongue flicked against my clit.

  “Oh God!” I panted, biting my lip as I tried to suppress a moan of pleasure. It had never felt like this before, not when…

  “Come on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste that sweet cum of yours.” My body started to shake as he furiously sucked on the tiny little nub.

  "It's never… Oh, my… Fuck!!!" Every word that left my lips was an incoherent thought. I couldn't believe I was bent over Jameson's desk, let alone at the mercy of his tongue, and he was devouring me from the inside out, his hands spreading me open like I had never been before.

  "Mmmm…" He mumbled against my clit, before slipping one of his thick digits inside me. I fell apart on his face and hand within two strokes, but he didn't stop, God no. He helped me ride the wave of pleasure, and built another, continuing to stroke me from the inside, while lapping up every last drop of my release. I wrung my hands together, struggling against the silk tie he had wrapped around my wrists.

  “I’m going to own this pussy by the time morning comes…” he growled, shoving another thick digit inside me. I could feel my pussy stretching deliciously to accommodate the thickness of his fingers.

  "Own it, own me," I begged, gasping for air as the start of another orgasm slammed into me. I felt as if I was floating, my entire body floating off into another realm where only pleasure existed.

  “Once more, Princess. I want that pussy of yours drenched, and stretched enough to take my cock.” He couldn’t be serious; my legs were barely holding me up and my entire body felt as if it had been pushed to its limit.

  “I can’t…” I whined, trying to close my legs, feeling the pleasure mix with pain as he devoured my pussy, sucking and licking like his life depended on it.

  “You can, and you will…” he ordered, his voice almost daring me to disobey him. The curving of his fingers deep inside my womb pushed
me over the edge. He was so deep, and the delicious stroke of his fingers inside my tight hole, mixed with the pleasure from his tongue, sent me over the edge all over again.

  “Jameson…” I sighed, his name expelling from my lips. I was more and more thankful now that I had taken the Uber here instead of going home to be alone for the night.

  “Mr. Briggs… that’s what you’ll call me if you want all ten inches of me inside of you, understand?” He questioned, moving up from the floor at record speed, before flipping me around so I was facing him. His face was red, and I wanted him to kiss me so I could taste myself on his lips.

  “Mr. Briggs… Please fuck me,” I asked politely, knowing that I was finally doing what I had wanted to do all along. Jameson Briggs would be my first, I promised myself that and not because I was some naïve little girl. I wanted an experienced man to take me, a man that knew what it would take to bring me to my knees the first time around.

  A devilish smile formed on his lips and before I knew what it was that I was asking for, he was ripping the front of my dress open, uncaring to the fact that there was a zipper on the back.

  “Really?” I raised an eyebrow, loving that he was taking me like a woman and not some fragile virgin.

  “Yes, really. You want me to fuck you, then I’m going to fuck you my way….” He nipped at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Moans of pleasure spilled from my mouth and into his as he kissed me like a man starved of air. The taste of my own release, mixed with that pleasure, nearly had me tumbling over the edge of insanity.

  With one hand, he raised my tied hands above my head and held them there while he explored the rest of my body with the other, his fingers lightly squeezing my nipples.

  “Ahhhh….” I mewled, arching my back up off the desk as if I was possessed or something. Making the choice to come here tonight had been one I was sure I would regret, but boy was I wrong.