Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (33 page)

It was time to shut down for the day. Turning of his computer, he locked up the file cabinets before cutting of the lights and closing the door. He’d get home just in time to clean up and be on time for dinner like his mother wanted, but then he would have to wait hours before he could see Sylvia again. That almost soured his mood, but he was on too much of a high from their afternoon together. That’s how good she made him feel. There was no way he wanted to lose her.

Chapter
Five

It was almost time for dinner. Sylvia felt silly for the surge of excitement that she felt vibrate through her body. God, she felt crazy. Crazy, but happier than she had been in a long time. What was it about Finn that made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world? He made her feel safe, and wanted, and she found herself wanting to do things for him. He wasn’t like any of the guys she ever dated in the past. She could feel it in his kiss, alone, how he felt. Setting her on fire with emotion and passion, and all kinds of romantic notions.

She wondered if those romantic notions were real, or just part of the newness? Her lack of a significant relationship, up until this point, left her a little behind the learning curve of how things worked. Inexperience aside, she’d never had her heart broken, and this seemed like the kind of relationship that would break one of them if, or when it ended. Hot and heavy ending with a crash and burn. No, she didn’t want to be pessimistic, but life was known for dealing her a shoddy hand. She just hoped that his time she held a wildcard.

Dinner started off as usual. His mother said the grace, and then Harold began to chat about things that needed to be handled around the ranch. And as usual, Finn tuned out. Normally he would be thinking of the parts he needed for his truck, or if he was going to meet the guys out for a beer. Tonight he was focused on Sylvia, and trying not to be too obvious that he was trying not to stare at her. He did notice that she seemed more comfortable at the table, almost like she had something up her sleeve. Just as he wondered what she was up to, she entered the conversation.

“Hey Finn. I was gonna catch a movie tonight, and wondered if you wanted to hang?” she asked. Finn almost sputtered his lemonade across the table at her request.

“Well, I, um sure. I guess that would be cool,” he replied.

“Awesome. We can catch the 8:30 showing of that new paranormal flick,” she added, smiling knowingly at her father. Both of their parents seemed to be in approval of her suggestion, so despite his utter surprise, he went with it.

“Oh, what a great idea,” her father continued with the farce, grateful that his daughter actually listened to him. Dinner moved on, more small talk amongst the group than usual, with the two lovers exchanging furtive glances at each other.

Once they were settled into his truck, and pulling away from the ranch, Finn mentioned his confusion.

“So, are you going to fill me in on what I’m missing? How did this date come to be?” He spared a sideways glance at Sylvia to find her grinning.

“It’s not a date. It’s me taking the initiative to get to know you. My dad asked me to try and break the ice with you at lunch,” she filled him in.

“Oh really? Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“Because, I figured it would be best that your reaction was genuine. And it was perfect, you stuttered and all!” She did a little clap and giggle, quite pleased with herself.

“You know what? You’re a smart little wench, you are,” Finn joked.

“Oh, I’m full of surprises, trust me,” she flirted.

“I believe it, and I love it,” Finn said, reaching over to caress her thigh and give it a light squeeze. Sylvia squirmed under his touch, but held his hand in place. He continued to inch his fingers higher, slipping under her denim skirt, dragging her hand along with him.

“And are we really going to the movies?” His voice was a suggestive murmur, matching the gentle motions of his fingers against the little scrap of cloth that comprised her panties. Sylvia sucked in a deep breath, struggling between giving into his touch and trying to decide if they should make good on their date.

“Yes,” she panted. “We are going to the movies.”

“Ok, to the movies it is,” he said, tapping her clit lightly before moving his hand back down her thigh.

They made it to the theatre with minutes to spare before the start of their movie. This show time was sparsely filled, mostly with a large group of teens towards the middle and front of the auditorium, and a few couples sprinkled throughout. They decided to sit in the back. Finn with his raisinettes, and Sylvia with her sour-patch kids and cherry slurpee. Once settled into their seats, he slid his arm around her shoulders and she leaned against him.

As the movie progressed, Finn quickly realized he was not enjoying it, and by the grunts and annoyed sighs, Sylvia wasn’t either. It was a little cheesy, and not at all scary. Not one to waste an opportunity to enjoy himself, he refocused his attention on his date, placing light kisses along the delicate skin of her neck. Enjoying the sweet, musky scent that he was coming to love. That made his cock want to stay buried inside of her. He felt the vibrations of her quivering against his lips and it fueled him to go further.
He began to suck and nibble on her earlobe. Once again, he let his hands wander, this time wiggling his fingers inside of her panties.

“Mmmm. You taste better than candy,” he drawled against her ear. Sylvia trembled with her building need. Two of his fingers were now stroking her clit, tracing a small circular pattern at the end of each stroke. She whimpered in disappointment when he pulled away.

“Ummm, so sweet,” Finn whispered as he licked her sweet nectar from his index finger. Sylvia was mesmerized by his kinkiness. Too turned on to be embarrassed by what he had done. He made her feel sexy, and naughty.

After Finn finished his erotic show of savoring her, he moved in for a kiss. It started out slow, sensual and tortuous. Sylvia opened for Finn, letting him have his way with her mouth. Tasting herself on his tongue. Slowly, his tongue explored hers, his teeth nipped her lips before gently sucking on her bottom lip. He returned his attention to the ache between her legs, guiding her hand to replace his.

“Touch yourself, Sylvie. I want to watch you come and then lick your fingers clean,” he commanded. She looked around, concerned that some of the other patrons might take notice, but no one was close enough to see anything other than them making out. Moving his hand out of the way, she began to match his movements, stroking herself slowly. She groaned when Finn resumed licking and suckling her neck, his hand now teasing her taut nipple through her top. Her head swayed toward his, she was so caught up in her desire. His deep and heavy breaths turned her on even more, and she opened her eyes to look at him. Loving the almost pained expression in his gaze as he watched her pleasure herself.

Sylvia looked down to see the bulge she knew would be present. Her intentions were to get him off while she did herself. But she halted her attempt at the sight of Finn massaging the imprint off his erection through his jeans, holding in her moan of intense arousal. Her eyes remained glued to his ministrations, hoping he would take it further. She was in luck. Emitting a low groan of pent up need, Finn slowly unzipped his fly and reached inside to free his engorged cock. Stroking it from root to tip.

“You like watching me,” he hissed, slightly increasing his pace. Her reply was a soft whimper, feeling her own arousal drenching her fingers. She slid another finger inside to increase the pressure to her spot. The intensity of her budding climax burning through her entire body like a gas lit fire.

“That’s right, fuck that little pussy. Don’t hold back, I know you're close. I’m close baby. Look at my dick, Sylvie. Look how bad I want to be inside of you.” His hand was now pumping his shaft forcefully, while his thumb glided over the head. He was so into it, his hips were raising up to meet his own touch. Sylvia couldn’t take any more. She turned her head into Finn’s neck, in an effort to block out her moaning. She felt her walls tightening around her fingers, and she began grinding her hips in attempt to find her release. The sound of Finn stroking himself undid her, and she groaned through the gush of wetness that covered her fingers.

“Unh, damn that’s hot baby. C’mon. Give it to me,” Finn uttered in a strained voice. He grabbed her outstretched hand, shoving her fingers in his mouth. Her eyes dropped to his lap, as she watched him thrust up into his own hand, he groaned around her fingers and then exploded. He sought out her lips and kissed her with a desperation that made Sylvia feel light headed. Light headed, but deliriously satisfied.

They sat there for a moment, forehead to forehead, trying to catch their breath. There was nothing that needed to be said after such an intense and intimate encounter. This time she was the one to clean him up.
 Well, as best as she could with the movie theater napkins and hand sanitizers.

“Let’s get out of here, baby,” Finn whispered as he helped Sylvia out of her seat. No one even paid them any notice.

Chapter Six

After leaving the movies, they casually strolled down the town’s main street, careful to keep an appropriate distance. It bothered Finn that he couldn’t touch Sylvia, or show her any affection. In fact, it was eating away at his soul. She, however, seemed to be ok and was lighthearted and giggly on the walk back to the truck. That bothered him even more. Not the fact that she was happy, but the fact that he was bothered by it.

He was unusually quiet on the truck ride home, still being riddled by his confusion and surfacing insecurities. He wondered if Sylvia felt anything close to what was going on inside of him. Looking at her, as she stared out at the passing fields of darkness, it was hard to tell. He began to question his own common sense for falling into such an impossible situation.

“What are you over there huffing and puffing about,” she asked, snapping him back to the present.

“Huh?”

“What are you thinking about? I can smell all the logs you have on the fire all the way over here,” she joked. Finn just shook his head.

“Did you go to school to study metaphors, similes and bad jokes?” he teased her in return.

“Ha ha. Don’t try to change the subject,” she snipped. Finn took a deep breath, not believing what he was about to say.

“I was thinking about this. Us,” he said gesturing between them.

“And what about this,” Sylvia asked incredulously.

“I’m wondering what we are really doing. I hate that I have to hide how I feel about you,” he went on to explain.

“I don’t understand. We both knew we had to be careful. I don’t see what the problem is,” she replied with a sharp tone of defensiveness in her voice.

“The problem isn’t that I didn’t understand our limitations, but that I don’t like them now.” His response was terse, not as patient as he had wanted to be with her, but it pissed him off that she was being so flippant about it. Affirming that he was the only one in too deep.

“Finn, you know we can’t do anything about it. So either we keep things a secret, or we just quit.” She popped her seatbelt, prepared to depart the truck as soon as he pulled into the yard that was just a few feet away. Before she could open her door, Finn grabbed her arm.

“I don’t want to end things, I’m just telling you how I feel.” His voice was low and solemn.

“Well thanks for letting me know.”

And with that she hopped out the truck and headed into the house.

Sylvia didn’t stop until she made it to her bedroom, thankful that her father hadn’t waited up for them to come home. Her hands were clammy and she shook them at her side, trying to calm down. She knew she overreacted to Finn’s statement, but it was for fear that he was going to end things with her. Even after he stated that that wasn’t what he wanted, she was still too wound up to calm down. She felt like she was suffocating in his big ass truck. Why had she just freaked out like that? Knowing that what they had could only be temporary, it shouldn’t upset her at the thought of things being over.

Now she felt bad. Leaning against her door, she listened for Finn to enter the house, disappointed when he went straight to his own bedroom. Her spirits sank even more at the thought of him being hurt or upset by her actions. Way to go Sylvia. You get a gold star for being a first rate ass!

Deciding she needed to calm down, Sylvia gathered up her towel and headed to the bathroom. She took her usual long shower, replaying their earlier tryst, and secretly hoping that Finn would join her. He didn’t. Afterwards she headed back to her room, crawling into bed and turning of the lights. She just knew that Finn would come to see her, so they could make up. He didn’t. After tossing and turning for another hour, she kicked off her blankets and headed to his end of their hall.

Finn was laying in his bed, still brooding over the spat with Sylvia. Even his shower and an episode of Conan O’Brien didn’t lessen his irritation. Her reaction to their conversation was totally unexpected. She was clearly emotional, but tried to act unaffected. Even after he explained that he wasn’t trying to end things. If she was felt the same way he did, then why was she acting so crazy?

The opening of his door caught his attention, and he watched as Sylvia awkwardly entered his room. She crawled up onto his bed, sitting cross legged next to him.

“I don’t know why I did that,” she whispered as if telling him a secret. Finn remained quiet, giving her the chance to finish her apology.

“I thought you were going to tell me that you didn’t want to see me anymore, and it made me angry,” she admitted. Still not hearing an apology, Finn maintained his silence.

“I’m sorry, Finn. Don’t be angry with me!” Her voice sounded on the verge of desperation, and he melted his stubborn stance.

“Come here,” he said, patting his chest for her to curl into his embrace.

But Sylvia didn’t want to cuddle, she was too fired up to. Instead she straddled his torso, pulling her t-shirt over her head when he didn’t make any moves to touch her. He just gazed up into her eyes, watching her like she was some sort of alien. Not waiting for him to catch up, she leaned down and touched her lips to his. She whimpered with some strange yearning that she couldn’t classify, wanting him to put his arms around her.

At first, he didn’t kiss her back. He was rather enjoying her being so vulnerable. It made him feel better about how she left him earlier. But he couldn’t deny the urge he had to taste her tongue, and feel her soft, naked body against his. He wanted her just as desperately as she wanted him, but he had to let her know that he wouldn’t accept being treated like that. So he flipped her over, pinning her arms down at her sides while he pressed his hips into her’s, letting her feel how hard he was.

“So you’re sorry,” he confirmed. He kissed her breast, rubbing his lips across her nipple until it was fully erect, and then bit it lightly, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath him. She tried to maneuver her body, so that she could rub her clit against him to release some pressure, but he let his body weight hold her in place.

“Answer me, “ he demanded.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” she heaved breathlessly. Satisfied, he kissed her, ravaging her mouth with his tongue, barely giving her the chance to catch her breath. Her hands were still restrained and she wiggled to get free. Finn ignored her, forcing both arms up above her head and using one hand to hold her. He used his free hand to pull his towel away, and his dick leapt free bobbing heavily on her stomach. Sylvia groaned in frustration.

“Finn, let me go,” she said, but her demand was soft. She was secretly turned on by how he was handling her.

“Nope, your apology isn’t quite accepted yet.” he replied.

“Why not?” she asked.

“I’ll accept your apology, but you have to make it up to me. Are you prepared to do what it takes?” His voice was barely a sensual whisper, and she squirmed in anticipation.

“Yes, I’ll do what it takes,” she confirmed.

Without another word, Finn nudged her thighs open, rubbing the tip of his cock at her at the entrance of her pussy to see if she was truly ready. When he encountered nothing but hot, sticky warmth, he pushed right in. Testing her to see how rough he could be, and she seemed to love the pounding that he was giving her.
 Her whimpers increased to moans and he had to cover her mouth with his own to swallow all of her noisiness. It turned him on to no end, to see her so desperate underneath him.

“You’re mine. Do you understand that?” His mouth close to her ear as he uttered in a gruff tone. He was just as hungry for her, but he wanted to show some type of control. With his emotions running high and all over the place, he would show her with his body how he felt. There was a war raging inside of him, whether he should make tender love to her, or fuck the spoiled brat right out of her.

“Don’t ever,” he began, grinding his hips into her with force, plunging into the depths of her body until she could take not more. “..turn away from me again. Your mine.”

Sylvia was on the verge of hyperventilating, she was so turned on, wanting to be unrestrained, but loving his show of brute force. Deciding she loved the roughness more, and how she could feel his emotions flowing into her. Feeling more needed and wanted then she ever had. So she gave it up to him, and gave in to his will.

Finn’s body began to move as if possessed, writhing and contorting into Sylvia’s as if he couldn’t get enough. His tongue lashed a scorching trail down her torso, sucking her beckoning peaks into his mouth. Causing her to arch into his embrace. Their bodies hovered off the bed, in a heady game of abandon. Reckless, and seedy, driven by a forbidden desire. Their bodies shared a burning need, that pushed them both beyond the limits of reason. Capturing them both in the bonds of their secret.

Hungry with the need to claim Sylvia, Finn pounded his throbbing cock in her, enjoying the resulting splashes as he penetrated her slick canal. Each stroke increasing her to climax.

“Fuck. I’m coming Sylvie. I need you to let go,” Finn commanded her body. Tightening on it’s own, milking his cock as she was releasing around him. Finn released her wrists, wrenching his hands around her waist and pulling her even closer. Extracting every ounce of pleasure he could consume. His tongue lashed her nipples viciously, leaving a heated trail with each stroke. Sending vibrating impulses straight to her core in an agonizing signal of ecstasy.  She felt herself slipping away, her body limp and yielding under his.

“God! Ah. I’ll always want this. Fuck, baby. You’re taking it all,” he groaned, pulsing inside of her. The warmth and wetness of their desire further sealed their connection, and he pulled her body closer, slowing dragging his cock up her torso, gliding over her nipple and pressed it to her lips.

“Open, Sylvie. Suck me dry,” he demanded. Hungry to please him, she opened wide, feeling the hot spurts as she swallowed his release. Moaning in response to his desperate grunts as he leaned into the headboard. He gently gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he slowly eased in and out of her soft lips before sliding out. Then he crumpled to the sheets, curling his body around her’s in an affectionate embrace. They both trembled with the aftershock of their orgasms, holding each other as they drifted into a blissful sleep.