Forbidden Fruit (3 page)

"Such a hot little mouth," Reese hissed. "God, love this. Love watching you—

Suck me. Suck me like that."

The ache between her legs had never been more prominent. Every pull at his flesh made her hotter, wetter, made her need more than the fleeting moment of insanity they could enjoy together. God, she loved how he tasted. So rich and musky, so completely male.

He taught her what he liked with gestures and subtle direction. He liked it when she used her lips to drag his delicate foreskin over his tip. He liked it when she pulled him so deep into her throat she nearly gagged. He liked it when she flattened her tongue along the underside of his cock and sucked, and he even liked the feel of her teeth just barely skimming his sensitive flesh.

"So hot, so hot," Reese babbled, hips thrusting upward. "God, need to be inside you."

Her eyes, half-shut in concentration, went wide.

"Wanted this so long. Harder. Suck me harder."

So she did. She sucked harder. She sucked until the tremors in his legs broke across his body, until he panted and moaned and thrust so deep into her mouth he became a part of her. Her taste buds exploded with a warm, salty sensation she'd never before experienced but identified immediately; she wasted no time swallowing him down.

His cum was a part of Reese, after all, and she loved him.

The air around them settled. Reese panted. Ashlynn sat back until his cock slipped out of her mouth, then looked at him askance. The heaviness in his eyes both warmed and calmed. He seemed content in that male way, but the wheels in his head hadn't stopped turning. She'd memorized that particular expression long ago while helping him with his algebra homework. Confusion in search of reason and understanding.

At once, a myriad of questions assaulted her, breaking the tentative peace. Where did they go from here? Her heart began racing all over again, images blurring, the living room all but dissolving aside from Reese's face and the heavy, slurpy sounds of the on-screen fucking.

After a few minutes, Reese reached for the remote and shut the television off.

Then he turned those hot eyes to her, and what she saw absolutely made her bones tremble.

"On the couch," he commanded, rising to his feet.

"On the . . . ."

"Something I've wanted to do for a long fucking time."

Ashlynn shook. "You said that already. A long time?"

"I've wanted to do
all
of this a long time. I plan on cashing in my chips."

"What?"

Reese stared at her, then grinned and shook his head. "You really had no idea, did you? All that time? Why I come home every chance I get?"

"You're never here more than a minute, if that long."

"To see you," he clarified. "But you never have time for me."

"That's not true." All her time, her world, revolved around him. Being near him, though, often proved a mixture of elation and pain. Especially knowing . . . .

Well, crap. She didn't know anything anymore.

"Seems we're living a comedy of errors," Reese mused. "Could've gone to Cancun with the guys, but I needed to be here. With you." He crossed his arms. "Tried forgetting you. Fuck me; I've been trying to get over you since high school. Ever notice how all my girlfriends looked like you? Yeah, that made me feel like a cheap asshole. I came home for you, Baby. 'Cause one way or another, I'm getting my answer."

The words made no sense—well, on some cosmic plain of reality, they did, but her level of awareness had spiked out the roof. Ashlynn had entertained plenty of dreams wherein Reese poured his heart out, confessing he'd always been in love with her, but the reality of waking up always loomed over her. Even in dreams, she couldn't escape the truth of her situation: in love with Reese, the one man she couldn't have, and doomed to watch him grow up and fall in love with someone else.

Only that hardly seemed the case now, and nothing about the moment felt imaginary. She heard her breaths, felt the air against her skin. The living room looked perfectly normal. Survey said this was real, but on the off chance it wasn't, she wouldn't question him. Instead, she climbed back to the couch. She sank into the cushions, her legs fastidiously shut until Reese wormed a hand between her knees.

"Come on. Too late to hide your blushing eyes."

"I don't know what's happening."

He looked at her, laughing shortly. "You don't? You just gave me the best blowjob in my fucking life, and you don't know what's happening?"

"What are we doing, Reese?"

"I don't know what you're doing, but I'm eating, and you're the only thing on the menu." He coaxed her legs open, his gaze falling to her pussy. "You're so wet."

"Is that bad?"

Reese laughed again. "You
did
graduate high school, right? Sex-ed was mandatory, if memory serves."

"I've never done this, though."

Humor faded from his face, replaced with wonder and an emotion she couldn't identify. "You . . . ah, fuck, Ash."

"What?"

He looked at her a moment longer before shaking his head and apparently, abandoning whatever thought had crept inside. "Still, I presume you know what happens when your body becomes aroused."

"Of course I do."

"Then why—"

"Because I've never with
people."

"It's not people. It's me." Reese's head dipped between her thighs, and she heard him inhale deeply. "And you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

He spread her vaginal lips with his middle and index fingers, his tongue taking an eager lap at her aching clit.

"What?" She gasped.

He brushed a gentle kiss against her clit. Her bones melted.

Ashlynn hadn't known pleasure—true pleasure—until this moment. Her stepbrother perched between her legs, hooking her knees over his naked shoulders. The fingers that had made themselves at home in her pussy now pumped experimentally into her body as his mouth sucked on her clit. Every nerve in her body burned, and every pull of his lips fanned the flames. She would explode into a fiery array of little bits of Ashlynn, and she didn't care. She couldn't care about anything as long he continued making love to her with his mouth.

"Taste so sweet," Reese murmured. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Ashlynn gasped. "Around your . . . Reese—"

"Mmm, yeah."

"Reese!"

Reese grinned up at her, his mouth shining with her juice. And God, if that didn't get her hotter than anything she'd ever seen before.

"Only one way this can end," he said, head ducking to suck her clit between his lips again. The fingers pumping into her stretched her slowly, making room for a third.

"Never let anyone in here. I can't believe you waited. I'll be your first."

Ashlynn nodded blindly. "Reese—"

"And if things go my way, your last."

"This is—we have to—"

"What? Stop?" He shook his head, flicking her tender pearl with his tongue. "You set the rules."

"What?"

"Sneaking up on me, watching me during a very private moment." He grinned.

"Did you think I was just gonna let you walk away from that?"

She shook her head hard. "I didn't mean to—to spy—"

"I'm glad you did."

"You are?"

"Of course, Baby." He paused and drew back, just slightly. "You on the Pill?"

"What?"

"The birth control pill. I've never gone without protection, but my stash is upstairs, and if you're on the Pill—"

"I am." She had been for quite some time, just in case something like this happened, even though she'd never imagined it would be with Reese—well, she'd always imagined it with Reese; she'd just never thought her fantasy would be realized.

"I'm ready."

"You are?"

"Oh God, yes."

"Mmm." Reese slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Then he tugged her forward until she fell off the couch and into his waiting arms. He wore nothing at all—

how long had he been naked? Had to have been since the blowjob, but
oh
, the question didn't matter anymore because he lay stretched across the floor and she straddled his hips, her naked pussy hovering just above his very erect cock. And while she knew the next logical step, understanding and reality couldn't mesh until his thick prick wormed between her slick lips and began to ease inside her.

The moment hit, and doubt washed away. Reese really did lie beneath her, his hands on her body, his cock inside her. Nothing could fake this.

"Oh hell," Ashlynn murmured.

Pain seemed secondary—yes, she felt it, but the overwhelming sensation of being impaled, driven, consumed—that was what she would remember in days to come. Hell, in years to come. Not the way her muscles clamped and whined in protest.

She felt consumed, devoured, and empowered all at once with the wide-eyed awe on Reese's face. As though he'd lived a half-life since coming downstairs, as though he didn't realize fully what he'd done until her pussy clamped around him. The cocky swagger was gone—all that remained was pure bliss.

"Fuck." His fingers dug into her hips. "Ashlynn . . . ."

"I don't . . . I don't know what . . . ."

"Dance with me, Baby," he urged softly. The hands at her hips guided her in small thrusts. "Oh, yeah, just like that."

Ashlynn didn't know what to say or not say—in a thousand years, she couldn't have suspected the day would lead them here. Riding her stepbrother's cock, the air around them mute, save for their mingled breaths and the fleshy smack of their bodies colliding.

After a few tentative thrusts, she slowly gained the hang of it. And he was right—they were dancing. Rocking back and forth, sliding him in and out of her as her body adjusted to him. Whatever pain remained dissipated after a few awkward seconds, leaving nothing but the sensation of being filled.

"Wanted this," Reese murmured, hands abandoning her hips to slip under her shirt. Then he cupped her breasts, thumbs playing with her nipples as his hips rolled under hers. "Wanted this so long."

"Did you?" Ashlynn breathed, feeling slightly dizzy. Now, with his body piercing hers, his earlier admission seemed all the more important.

He nodded. "Every day. Every second of every day."

"But . . . ." She frowned, grinding harder against him. "You never—you never said . . . ."

"It's wrong, right?"

Ashlynn shook her head. "Not wrong, not wrong," she argued, suddenly convinced for reasons she couldn't explain. The pressure she'd felt earlier began building again as her movements gained confidence.

Soon she felt his fingers on her mound, circling her clit in a manner that nearly hurt for how sensitive she was. But she wouldn't ask him to stop, she couldn't ask him to stop. Not for anything in the world.

"How long?" Reese panted.

"What?"

"How long—mmm—have you wanted me?"

"Long."

He grinned. "How long?"

"Forever. Love you."

Reese's eyes went wide. So did hers. She
so
hadn't meant for that to come out.

"You love me?"

"I . . . ."

"Oh, Ashlynn . . . ."

Air whipped across her skin and she clamped her hands onto his upper arms.

The next thing she knew, the rug scratched at her back, and Reese loomed over her, thrusting hard and panting hotly in her ear.

A twinge of pain broke through pleasure. She must have flinched or whimpered, for he eased back almost instantly, his hands everywhere, soothing those places that ached without direction. Yet he never lost his edge. He was a man in need—she felt it with every thrust—and she was what he needed.

"You love me?" Reese demanded, lips searing down her throat.
"Really
love me?"

The air thickened with the sound of flesh smacking together. She felt so wet.

Every plunge drew her closer to something. Something she wanted so bad she felt it with every pull of her body.

"Tell me you love me, Ashlynn. I need to hear it."

"I love you," she said again, clawing at him. "I love you. Reese!"

"Fuck yeah." His hand slid between them again, manipulating her clit. "Want it now. Wanna feel you drench me."

"Reese . . . ." She clenched, her legs trembling and her hands hooking around his neck.

"Come for me, Ash."

She never thought she'd be able to come on command, but with his cock stabbing her pussy, his fingers stroking her, his lips on her skin, the response came easily. The explosion mounted and detonated. Shards of pleasure rippled through her body, rocking her, unraveling her. She found her high and rode it hard. Sweat dribbled into her eyes and plastered her hair to her skin, but she clung to him, determined to take him with her. And take him she did.

His breath tickled her ear. "Love you, too. So fucking much,"

Waves crashed and receded, but the high she'd reached refused to draw back.

Ashlynn gasped and tightened her hold around him, desperate to keep him close.

Her head pounded and her chest ached, but the words remained between them, and he did not take them back. If it
had
been a dream, she'd wake up now. But she didn't.

Instead, Reese smiled into her eyes. "You hear me?"

"I hear you," she whispered. And she truly did.

"Good," he replied. "'Cause now that we've gotten this I love you and you love me business settled, I'm never letting you go."

"I think I can live with that."

"You better."

She grinned. "And you better come home a lot more often."

"Come home? Baby, you're moving in with me. We'll get us a nice little place near campus."

A rush of excitement tickled her insides. "We will?"

"You're going to school here?"

"That's the plan."

"Well, that's what I want. Us in our own place. Think we'll be able to do this. . . ."

Reese wiggled his hips, his cock hardening within her. "With our folks in the house?"

Ashlynn rolled her head back, sighing. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Hell yes."

His grin widened, and then he kissed her for the first time.

The first time. Not the last.

This was just the beginning.