Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (57 page)

“Okay,” I agreed against my better judgment.

~*~*~*~

I followed him through the darkness of his apartment already having second thoughts. He didn’t turn on the light until we reached his bedroom. My stomach flipped, I never went to a guy’s bedroom. I didn’t want to get Stephan’s hopes up, but here we were against the wall, down each other’s throats. When I came up for air, he backed away leading me toward his bed.

I stopped short. “Maybe I should get going.”

“I’ve wanted you here for too long, you can’t go yet.”

“Me?”

He kissed my jaw to my ear whispering, “I want to slap your ass and hear you call my name.”

“Like earlier,” I laughed. “What did I do now?”

“In the restaurant you keep bending over. All these men are eyeing that ass. I keep thinking it should have been mine. Who am I kidding Loraine? I always had a thing for you when we were kids. For the last month, I have been dying to see you naked, your body trembling under my touch.”

Speechless wasn’t the word. Hell, I had no clue he’d been checking me out. The complement went to my pussy first making me wet and then to my head as I let him undress me. Still standing, Stephan unbuttoned my blouse carefully knowing that it was my work uniform then yanked down my skirt and whacked my bare ass. “Mmm, a thong, we’re keeping it on.” My breasts bounced free when he removed my bra completely before he bent down, his mouth exploring my chest. He was rough, pressing my breasts together in his massive hands. Squeezing my nipples between licks so hard I almost cried out. When he kissed up to my mouth he breathed, “I’ve wanted to taste your body since I wrestled you down in junior high.”

Stephan slipped off his pants and underwear letting his erection loose. Shorter than Rick’s, it was thicker and that was even more intimidating. “I’ve always imagined your cute little mouth wrapped around my thick cock.”

Holy shit, that wasn’t going to happen, Stephan or not, it was time to play my game. Giving him an expression of pure lust, I laid back on his bed and pulled the tiny bit of fabric of my thong to one side. He watched as I stuck my fingers in between my moist skin pulling back the folds. “I’ve always wanted those gorgeous lips of yours on my pussy.”

Stephan didn’t have to be told twice. He was sucking my clit dutifully, but getting too handsy like all men do. “No fingers,” I creaked, “Just your tongue.” They rarely argued. Most men just obeyed thinking they’d been pleasing women wrong all their years. I fisted my hands in his hair as I got off too quickly.

Next came the hard part, faking needing a break, falling asleep and hoping Stephan was a gentleman. This was why I never did this in a man’s bedroom, in his apartment. It was cars and dark corners for me. There was a lot less chance that my date would take things too far before we even got to the bedroom. Usually, I got off before I ever made it back to someone’s place. Besides, the men I chose would never take things too far. I picked them out well, young or dumb and always non-aggressive. Stephan was one of the most aggressive men I knew, but at least I knew him. Good thing I’d had a couple drinks, so faking being tired would seem more believable. I could trust Stephan, sure, but knowing I disappointed him was hard.

The next morning was full of awkwardness. I woke to a sunny room and an erection against my back. Stephan’s heavy tattooed arms were around me. He was wide-awake, waiting for me to wake up. Had he been up for the last few hours?

“Good morning,” I yawned.

“It could be better.” He kissed the back of my neck and had his hand in my crotch.

I popped out of bed like a cork. “Bathroom,” I called back as I made my way through his apartment to find it. “It’s 7am already!” I rushed back to put my clothes on, acting as if I was late for an appointment and left. Stephan stayed in bed with his erection as I gave him a quick kiss goodbye.

Crying all the way home, I mourned what could never be with Stephan. I wouldn’t be able to be his girlfriend or even his fuck buddy. Worse than that, I could fall in love with him if I weren’t already. I used to pretend to be Mrs. Taylor for fuck’s sake. Fuck me, for ever going home with Stephan.

Chapter Three

Thankfully, Stephan was off work that night. He hadn’t called or text, not that I expected him to. Thrilled to be leaving after a late close, I went to the employee bathroom to freshen up. Needing a high, a guy to make me feel good about myself and do what I needed him to… There was a frat party at the community college according to the customer I overheard at the bar. Usually, I’d call Rene to go out with me. She was always up for a party full of hot men, but my new work schedule kept me from seeing much of her. I let down my long hair and dug in my big purse for my dry shampoo. Lots of volume and darker makeup would do. Unbuttoning my work blouse to the deep plunge of my bra couldn’t hurt. I pushed the girls together to get as much cleavage as my full Cs would give me. I smiled at my reflection knowing there’d be a hot mouth between my legs within the hour.

Checking my bag to make sure I had my pepper spray, I heard a noise. The door opened a crack, then Rick came in, shutting the door quickly behind him.

“What the fuck?”

He’d unlocked the bathroom door with the keys he slid into his pocket, and now he locked it again. His hand went through his hair like he was having second thoughts before his smirk appeared while he raised a sexy eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you agree that our conversations need to stay private?”

“What do you want?” I continued to primp in the mirror, but just the sight of him had me hot and bothered. After a busy night, his suit jacket and tie had vanished. Pushed up past his strong forearms, his baby blue dress shirt’s top two buttons were undone revealing his V-neck white tee complete with a sexy patch of chest hair.

“What happened with Stephan?”

“Nothing,” I lied.

“Where are you going after work?”

“Going home and peeling off my clothes to soak in a bath of Epsom salts.” I applied more mascara as he studied me. So what if it was obvious I was going out?
“It’s none of your damn business.” Hiking my purse up on my shoulder, I started to leave.

“You want to come home with me?” Rick asked before I could reach the door.

“No,” I lied, backing against the wall, giving myself away. Rick cocked his eyebrow again and bit his bottom lip regarding me. Remembering him stroking his massive dick, my eyes went to his zipper. As if he could read my mind, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock.

“Get down on your knees,” he demanded, and my nipples responded, my belly flopped and legs weakened. And that was nothing compared to the jumping jacks my vagina was doing. The lust in his eyes screamed at me to obey,
but I didn’t move. He was stroking his gorgeous dick again with that ravenous look on his face. His tongue darted out of his mouth. Yes, he was the wolf, and I was the big tasty hen.

“What do you plan to do with that?” I hugged my body.

“Get on your knees,” he growled through his teeth, and I dropped, grunting as my kneecaps hit the floor and my heels scrapped the tile. Clutching the back of my head, Rick weaved his hand through my now stiff hair. “You need a man to take control of you. Tell you want to do. You like it.”

Meeting his blue eyes, I didn’t disagree. He was right; I was putty in his hands, too excited to get up. Hauling my head back, he pulled my hair, stretching my neck. It didn’t hurt, but I couldn’t pull away if I wanted to -I didn’t want to. My body trembled; my head spun leaving me dizzy. This was a rush not unlike the thrill of using a new man every night.

Rick’s thumb caressed my lips smearing my fresh lipstick, pushing my bottom lip down. His dick twitched as he said, “Open your mouth.”

I hadn’t done it before, sucked cock. Anxiety twisted through me, the same panic that knotted in my stomach when I thought about being penetrated. I wasn’t scared of it, was I? That’d be ridiculous; I just chose not to.

When I didn’t open my mouth right away, Rick’s hands loosened in my hair, taking my high down with it. “Do you want me to stop?”

Automatically, I shook my head no, and in the same instant, he tightened his grasp. Pleasure crashed into me again. Fear of being out of control mixed with a powerful longing to be dominated making me squirm as my clit demanded to be touched. Rick stepped in closer giving me an eye full of his weeping cock. He rubbed the soft head against my lips. “Open up Loraine, open real wide.”

This time I opened my mouth, and he slammed his big dick to the back of my throat. A horrible, muffled noise escaped me as I nearly gagged. Rick only pulled out a little as he yanked my hair harder. “Now Loraine, look at me.” Looking up I saw he had one hand against the wall supporting himself. His brow shined with sweat. “I’m going to show you what I plan to do to your tight little buttonhole. You can help me along by pretending my cock is the best thing on earth or not. Either way, I’m going to fuck your face until I cum down your throat.”

Compelled by an overpowering combination of dread and desire, I wrapped my mouth around his long shaft creating suction with my mouth. Rick held my head in place as he rocked his hips making his dick skid roughly in and out of my salivating lips. I tried to accommodate his hefty size, but my jaw hurt after about a minute. When I loosened my mouth, my hold on his cock, it hit the back of my throat again. With another plunge, Rick swore as he exploded hot, salty cream into my mouth. Still he left his hand tightly twisted in my hair. Peering down at me with my mouth overflowing with cum and his cock, he ordered, “Swallow it all and lick me clean.”

Wobbly from want, instead of fright, I swallowed. Rick let go, untangling his hand from my hair. My bottom smacked the cold tile with a thud. With my knees sore, I was a shaking like a leaf. A need to get off myself burned through me.

Hearing Rick zip his pants, I looked up to see him offer his hand. I could barely stand, so he steadied me with his arm around my waist, heaving me against his chest. I laid my head on his shoulder trying to catch my breath. His thumb brushed my lips again, wiping them clean. “Good girl.” Snaking his hand under the front of my skirt, he pet my soaked panties working his fingers up and down the right spot. My chest heaved as I waited for him to return the favor, to get me off, but he removed his hand. A disappointed whimper fell from my lips.

“Go home with me. I’ll take care of that wet pussy.”

Dragging myself away from him, I found my pride. I would not beg. “No, here. Now.” I gave him a serious look.

He laughed, “Not this time, I’m the boss or this isn’t going to work.”

“This?” What the hell were we doing?

“I’m going to fix you, Loraine. I know what you need. But it’s my way or no way.”

I stood unmoving as Rick began unbuttoning my shirt. “What’s your way?”

“I say and you do. Anything. I’ll loosen you up.”

“Then it’s no way.”

He stopped, so I buttoned up my blouse all the way to my neck.

“Loraine, you could have any man you want, but you’ll never keep one if you keep using them.”

I snorted, “You’re one to talk.”

“This isn’t about me.” He hissed through his teeth. I didn’t believe him for one second. “You need to learn to give. I can teach you.”

“And if that doesn’t work.”

“Then I’ll make you.”

“You can’t make me,” I laughed crossing my arms. Him
making me
sounded wrong yet so tempting.

“You like it when I tell you what to do. That’s all you need, to let a man take charge for a change.”

“Fuck you.” I left him in the bathroom and left the building through the back door. Not until I was halfway home did I realize I had 4,000 dollars in my apron still. Fuck!

The manager would think I was stealing. Pulling off to the side of the road, I stopped the car to turn around and go back. With no real job offer, I couldn’t afford to lose this job. I brushed my hair out and wiped my face with a baby wipe from the glove box. Popping a mint in my mouth, I pulled back onto the road and headed back to Table 21 to pretend like I never left.

Rick was long gone by the time I returned, and I let Brian the manager lick me off after luring him into the storeroom. So much for keeping my problems at home...

~*~*~*~

Rick didn’t attend our next meeting. Diane said he probably wouldn’t return for a while. She knew an awful lot about Rick. “Do you want to grab a coffee?” I asked her as we were filing out of the community center.

“Sure,” her face looked suspicious for a moment before she relaxed. We sat down at the generic coffee shop, her face still holding an odd smile. “No one ever wants to talk to me.”

“Why not?”

“You heard my story. Didn’t you?”

“Oh, the auto-erotic-fix-ation thing, yeah I heard you.” I hadn’t really been listening, but that was beside the point. Thinking about Rick, I had no idea what she had been talking about. “You are one of the most normal people in the group.”

“Thanks,” she brightened. “But between old man Charlie whacking off to the feet of Asian women and Andy’s gerbil fiasco, that’s not saying much.”

I laughed, “We aren’t supposed to discuss the group.”

“Bull shit! Who doesn’t talk? Well… we can keep it between group members at least.” She took a sip of coffee.

“There is no one really worth talking about other than Rick. Too bad he didn’t show up today, I would’ve liked to have heard more about him.” I rested my chin on my hand waiting for her to take the bait.

“Oh, Rick has been coming to group for years ever since the horrible incident.”

“What, that he got sued for fucking a waitress?”

“You don’t know? I guess it’s been a couple years now,” She laughed a little too hard. “I forget not everyone knows.”

“Well,” I motioned for her to go on.

“He cheated on his fiancée their whole relationship because she would only have sex with him once a week. He says he didn’t really love her anyhow. He never even kissed her. When we asked what kind of woman agreed to marry a man who never kissed her, he said it was like an arranged marriage or something. His mother picked her out. You know his family has big money. He said he was using the girl to appease his family so he’d get his grandfather’s business.” She chuckled again, “That didn’t happen.”

“What happened?” I huffed. “She left him and he had to work like the rest of us?”

“No, he thinks it’s his fault she took her own life.”

I almost spit out my coffee. My heart dropped. “How horrible!”

Diane dismissed me with the wave of her hand. “Her suicide note didn’t mention him, but he has been coming to group ever since. For a while his addiction only got worse.” She grinned but not just any grin… she knew something. “Now everyone thinks he has it under control.”

My sympathy for Rick lessened as my curiosity grew. “Oh Diane, you look like you are dying to tell me something.”

Diane leaned in close. “Well just between you and me, I met him out for drinks about a month ago.”

“Really? What happened? Did you two…?”

“Oh, hell no, that’s in the agreement. No sexual contact with anyone in the group.”

“Right.” Maybe I should have read the agreement better.

“He fucked my friend out in the alley behind Patty’s Pub.”

“So does he still see her?”

“Nope, he’s a real fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, just like he says. That’s about all he says that’s true. He tries to act like he’s made so much progress, but I know better. He’s a liar and we aren’t supposed to lie.”

“We?”

“It’s in the contract.”

“Oh, well… what has Rick lied about?”

“Rick the dick is not because he is such an asshole, although he is… my friend says his dick is huge, so that’s one lie. And I don’t buy for one second he’s made any progress. He has a major intimacy problem
before and after the suicide, his therapist says so.”

“You talk to his therapist?”

“We have the same one. Ms. Collins tells Dr. Fontine everything. He says I am really the most improved in the group, not Rick.”

Great, I just wanted information on Rick; I didn’t need to know that what we talk about in the group isn’t confidential. I should have known. I blew out my breath, “Well, we all slip up, I guess.”

“Not me, my life is more important.”

I squinted, I didn’t understand. “Your life is in danger?”

Diane looked at me as if I was nuts. “Autoerotique asphyxiation, I choke myself to get off. I have almost died three times.”

I spent the next hour listening to morbid stories of Diane hanging herself in her mother’s basement, all for sexual pleasure. When I left because I was late for the unemployment office, I didn’t think I’d ever go back to the group. Too bad, I still hadn’t heard from any of the real jobs I’d applied for, or I’d never go back to Table 21 either. My old boss Dex said I’d never work in publishing again. Since I’d applied for jobs all over the state, it looked like he was right.

“It’s all about timing. Don’t give up,” my unemployment worker said in his cool Jamaican accent. “How about an entry level position, it’s only a 30 minute drive.” I wasn’t collecting any unemployment but was still fighting for it. I had to prove I was looking for a job making as much as my last.