Taboo Love The Complete Series Page 6

His cock freed, I kneeled in front of him and yanked his jeans and BVDs to his ankles. It was an impressive penis. Not as long as Shamus’, but thick with a dark purple, meaty head. His shaft was veiny, and the skin looked stretched to bursting from his raging erection.

  I gave the head all my attention at first. Laving my tongue over the spurting hole and enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. Then I teased beneath his glans with the tip of my tongue. This, I found out, was his sensitive spot, and his hips rapidly pulsed upward twice as he murmured, “Fuck, yeah…right there.”

  I wrapped my lips around the head and just sucked hard on it, teasing him and making him moan louder. When my teasing grew unbearable, he buried fingers in my hair and urged my mouth down. I chuckled around his dick, and he must’ve liked the sensation, because he thrust deep into my mouth in response.

  I stopped blowing him long enough to shed my clothes, and he shucked his t-shirt, then I hungrily descended on his cock once more. Before he could blow his load, though, I wanted to fuck him. So I scrambled from my knees after a few more sucks, and positioned my dripping pussy over his steely cock.

  Normally, I would’ve grabbed a condom, since I barely knew this guy, but I also knew, from Shamus, the sex club workers were regularly tested. And I was on the pill, so no worries there. Good, because I wanted it raw, fast, and bareback.

  I faced away from him and teased him just a bit, grinding my firm, round ass into his slick penis. He made a sound that was half-growl half-laugh, then wrapped his hands around my hips, yanking my pussy even closer to his cock. He thrust up and tried to slide in, but I coiled my fingers around his penis and denied him access still. Instead, I rubbed the shaft up and down the length of my dripping cunt. Then I rubbed the head into my throbbing clit.

  “You’re gonna make me burst if you keep that up,” he said, and I let his cock thrust hard into my tight, hot hole. He sighed as my snug pussy stretched to take all of him.

  Soon, my ass slapped hard against his skin as I slammed into him, and he returned with fast, hard thrusts. It might not have been as sensual as sex with Shamus, but it was hot all the same. Carnal and quick. I didn’t even know if Roscoe knew my name, and I didn’t care.

  I reached down between my legs to frantically rub my clit. Roscoe rammed me quickly and my g-spot tingled. My cunt quivered. We were both close to orgasm when I thought I heard a bang, but I ignored it. Probably just my noisy upstairs neighbors, I figured.

  Until the apartment door opened, and Shamus roared, “What the fuck is going on?”

  Fuck is exactly what’s going on, I thought, but it would’ve been a bad time to make such a retort. So, I went with, “What’re you doing here? I thought you had a meeting with Patrick?”

  I leapt off Roscoe, and his dick left my cunt with a loud slurp. Before Shamus could descend with Irish fury, I tried to get between him and Roscoe. Sure, it was pretty hot to watch two guys battle over you, but I didn’t want either of them to get hurt over my impulsiveness. That would just be shitty.

  But Shamus grabbed my shoulders, picked me up, and placed me back down where I was out of his way. I blinked, a little surprised at being so easily removed. I’m not a heavy girl at all, but I am tall with a curvy frame.

  I stood, naked, watching my step brother chase his equally naked adversary out of my apartment. “He needs his pants, at least,” I shouted after Shamus, who had a struggling Roscoe in a headlock as he ushered him out the door.

  “Let him get arrested for indecent exposure,” he snarled. “I really don’t fucking care.”

  With all my effort, and Roscoe’s briefs plus jeans in one hand, I shoved my step brother out of the way. It was like trying to move a towering oak with century-old roots stubbornly planted into my carpet. Still, I managed to create enough space to throw Roscoe his clothes and call “Sorry,” out after him. “I swear I didn’t plan this!”

  He hopped down the hall while slipping into his underwear. Whether he was the slime Shamus claimed him to be or not, he didn’t deserve this embarrassment. I’d have to drop by the club and apologize properly.

  Right now I had a towering inferno of anger and jealousy—aka my step-brother—to deal with. I couldn’t deny it was a turn on to see him this worked up over finding me fucking another man, but I did feel a pang of guilt for obviously hurting him. Still, if he could screw other people, so could I. I wouldn’t go for that contradictory bullshit. I was finally living, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

  Shamus slammed the door shut and locked it, then he whirled around and pinned me with a glare that threatened to strike me dead. I crossed my arms over my hard, tingling nipples, then I dropped them to cover my crotch.

  He didn’t move. He just stood with his back braced against the door, staring, chest heaving with deep, wrathful breaths. “Fine, you wanna fuck other people, have at it. So will I.”

  He unlocked the door and turned to leave, when I shouted, “Fine. Great. That’s exactly what I want.”

  His massive back tensed then relaxed. He spun back to face me. “But at least be a little choosier. He’s drug dealing scum.”

  I rolled my eyes, blatantly taunting him. “That’s your story. And what does it matter? I fucked him once. Doesn’t mean there’ll be a repeat performance.” And just to piss him off further. “Or maybe there will.”

  His sneer did not go unnoticed. “Did he make you come?”

  I scoffed at this. “He would’ve, but my overprotective step-brother barged in.”

  He gave a derisive laugh. “Surprised he could.”

  I shook my head, clenched then unclenched my jaw. “What’s with you, Shamus? You acted like you were on your rag this morning, now you’re going all Neanderthal.”

  I didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, I turned away and walked toward my clothes. But I didn’t get far before he grabbed me about the waist and turned me to face him. His arms clamped tight about me, pinning mine to my sides.

  “Was he better than me?” His stare was molten with something else now, as well as anger. Lust shone in those sapphire eyes, and I shivered a little, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

  “It was … different.” I bit my lip and held my breath when his frown deepened. My pussy throbbed as he began to seductively massage my ass. My answer obviously wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but it enflamed his desire, too, I could tell. All about that testosterone fueled need to be the best, I suppose. I wasn’t complaining if it resulted in sex with two men in less than hour. But I did feel bad for purposely goading Shamus.

  He made no reply. Instead he ground the crotch of his cargo pants against my wet cunt, so I could feel his growing erection. Then he took a handful of my hair and urged my head back. His tongue lustfully parted my lips, and his mouth devoured mine. I hung onto his shoulders as he pushed me to the couch.

  He sucked, licked, and nibbled his way to my pussy, stopping at my stomach to flick his tongue in and out of my belly button. My cunt ached for fingers or a lick, but still, he refused to give it the same slippery, hot attention. Instead, he lingered at my inner thighs, suckling ardently up and down my creamy white skin, gently blowing on my now drenched labia.

  I arched my pussy closer to his face. “Fuck it or eat it, but, god, quit torturing me.”

  “You want me to make you come?” he whispered, then slid one finger inside my pussy with agonizing slowness. My pelvis arched, and cunt walls tightened around it, enjoying the smooth strokes as he pumped it in and out.

  “Yeeesss,” I mewled, desperate for the release he withheld. His hot breath tickled my aching clit. I felt I’d soon go crazy if he didn’t lick me.

  “How bad do you want it, Mary?” His tongue flicked out once, lapping my clitoris.

  “Ohhhhh,” I moaned in sexual frustration. “Soooo very bad… Pleeeassse…”

  He blew hot breath over the sensitive, swollen flesh once more, then he slipped a second finger into my soaking pussy. With these, he continued his slow, deep thrusts. As he upped his tempo, I could he
ar his fingers squish in and out of my cunt. I was so horny, so desperately in need of release, I could feel my juices trickling down my asshole.

  In my haze of desire, I urged his lips closer to my pussy. He laughed low and throaty at this, and finally wrapped his mouth around my throbbing clitoris. He sucked it hard, like he would a nipple, and I cried out as I thrust my pussy into his face. His tongue flicked rapid over the sensitive flesh, then he ground the tip in hard, as he added a third finger to my pulsing cunt.

  “Ohhhh, ummmm…right there, yessss…” I whimpered as I fucked his face frantically. His fingers massaged my g-spot perfectly. Combined with his cool, wet tongue eagerly licking my pussy, I soon gasped in the midst of a mind-shattering orgasm. I could feel it build up and burst from deep inside me, and my inner thighs were now wet with my copious come.

  I could see wet spots on his shirt when he stood. As he bent over me, I was still in an orgasmic daze. He nibbled my earlobe and sucked on it, then he whispered, “Remember who can make you come hard.”

  Before I could gain my senses, he’d walked out the apartment. Once my legs quit trembling, I stood and hurled my discarded shoe at the door.

  “Bastard,” I murmured, as I made a second attempt to get dressed.

  ***

  Taboo Love Part 5

  Torn

  I fumbled for the cell phone on my nightstand. As I shoved the mascara brush back into its tube, I smeared a black streak across my palm. “Dammit.” I tried not to transfer gooey make up to the keypad. “Hello?”

  Addy’s voice chimed over the connection. “Mary? I have…ummm…a question for you.”

  A rogue’s blue eyes flashed in my mind. I knew who’d put her up to this. “Shoot it at me.”

  “How would you…” Deep breath. Long sigh. “How would you feel if I slept with Shamus?”

  I chewed the inside of my cheek, tried not to laugh at my step brother’s schoolboy antics. He was smart to use Addy, the queen of can’t say no, for this mission. “Let me ask you a question. Would you like to sleep with my step brother?”

  “Well…” A pause, in which it sounded like she gnawed her fingernail. “Well…so long as it won’t damage our friendship in any way.”

  “Addy, sweetheart, have at it.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.”

  “But what about you two—”

  “I’ve made a decision. I don’t want a relationship right now. I’m 23 years old, and I want to start living. I’ve got two months before my trip to Europe. In that time I plan to fuck who I want and have fun. I plan on doing the same when I get overseas.” Before I hung up, I added, “And you can tell Shamus that the next time you see him. Although, I thought he and I were already clear on this.”

  ***

  Three days had passed since I spoke to Shamus. Roscoe, however, had dropped by for another quickie yesterday afternoon. This time, he’d been eager to lick the beaver, among other things. Apparently he’d dropped by the day before too, but I’d stayed late at work and missed him. I wondered if my step brother got word of the tail I received in his absence.

  I wore a smug smile as I slid into the driver’s seat. Checked my make up in the rearview mirror before I started the car. I was new to this whole makeup and hair ordeal, so I constantly worried I’d gone overboard. Last thing I wanted to look like was a badly styled drag queen.

  Midnight arrived, and my destination was the sex club. Roscoe had phoned a couple hours before Addy, hoping I’d be by tonight. I knew Shamus and my best friend were most likely headed there too. I decided it was the perfect location to have some fun and stir a little trouble. The old Mary felt guilty. The new Mary swept her under the rug and told her to be quiet.

  Yesterday I went shopping with some of the cash I’d saved over the last five years. I had my B.A. in library science, and I’d worked at the local library all through college. Mom knew the head librarian, and she knew I was a hard worker who studied my ass off, so she interviewed me for the position. The clothes I bought were definitely not for the professional world, though. I’m sure my boss would birth a cow if I came in wearing a skintight, royal blue mini-skirt and extremely low cut, black baby doll tee.

  The skirt showed off my lush curves well, and clung to my round, generous ass. I’d always thought it hideously fat, but Addy assured me there were many males, and females, who liked some junk in the trunk. The t-shirt molded to my large breasts. Since I wore no bra, my equally big nipples poked out for all in the club to see. I finished off the outfit with knee high, leather platform boots.

  Inside, music pumped an electronic heartbeat that made the walls pulse. My head vibrated with the heavy bass and drum machine. I scoured the occupants for a familiar face. A few women wearing halter dresses gave me an up and down appraisal. They appeared to approve of the goods on display. I grinned and slipped into a crowd to the right of the dance floor.

  I spotted Shamus and Addy before they did me. When Shamus caught my eye, he leaned in to give Addy a kiss that practically consumed her face. My best friend looked flushed and breathless when he finished. Instead of the jealous reaction he hoped for, I simply smiled and applauded his efforts, then walked on.

  Near the end of the crowd, where some booths lined a back wall of the club, Roscoe and I met. He came up on my left. His wide smile and flashing eyes dazzled. His hair gleamed under the hot lights.

  “Wow,” he said, standing back so he could take my appearance in. “You look beyond hot.”

  I laughed, thanked him. Feeling cheeky, I squeezed my boobs together and licked the heaving top of one mound.

  He waggled his eyebrows and pulled me close, whispering in my ear: “How would you like to have two men inside you again? Tonight?”

  I’d told him about my adventure with Shamus. Partly because I’d wondered if he’d been the secret lover my step brother brought in. Turned out he wasn’t. Apparently Shamus hated him too much to ask him to join in on such a delight.

  Reaching down, I cupped his already hardening cock through his g-string. “Maybe we’ll have a full on orgy. There’s certainly enough people available.”

  His face showed his enthusiasm over my proposition. The music amped up, lights dimmed. Roscoe took my hand and led me to where an array of plush, leather couches waited for horny twosomes, threesomes, or more.

  I sat between two eager women, and he started a sinuous dance in front of us. He teased, pulling the thin g-string away from his muscular hip. But he kept the scrap of cloth on, for now. Some women farther down the long couch got up and danced around him. They stroked honey-colored hands over his biceps, squeezed his firm pecs. The woman on his left trailed fingers lower, slipping manicured nails beneath his metallic green g-string. I couldn’t blame her. Roscoe possessed a beautiful, thick penis, even when flaccid. (How the men kept it flaccid with a few horny females writhing against them, I had no clue. I’d asked Roscoe and Shamus about this, but the bastards just smiled, refusing to reveal a ‘trade secret.’)

  One of the two women sitting beside me wrapped her slender, graceful hand around my chin and tugged my face to hers. The tip of her tongue hungrily licked my lips then plunged deep into my mouth. The second woman slid fingers inside my top and kneaded my tit. Her other hand urged the short skirt up my bare thigh.

  Larger palms joined the woman’s. I tore my face from the blazing kiss to see a naked Roscoe on his knees. The kissing woman tore the shirt off me, her tongue now coiling around my erect nipple.

  I moaned and tilted my head back. Tongues, hands, lips eagerly roamed over me. I sat naked in no time. My hands explored silky hair, smooth, sweat-dampened skin. The fog of bliss began to roll in, and I luxuriated in it. Warmth from their palms, from wet, slippery tips that sought to please, spread through me.

  Cheers and applause rose around us as Roscoe yanked me closer, propping my legs on his broad shoulders. He went crazy with mouth and tongue on my soaking pussy. His tongue flitted over my clit until it pulsed with pleasura
ble vibration. I cried out and thrust my cunt closer to his lips. He wrapped his mouth around the throbbing nub and lightly nibbled. I went mad, writhing against his face. Shocks of sensation zipped from my pussy, making me tremble.

  The women descended with carnal abandon on my body. One tugged my nipple between her teeth, while I sucked on her fingers. The other alternated between tongue fucking my ear and nipping a trail from lobe to the top of its shell. My skin soaked up this sublime stimuli. I felt like a lightning rod, my every particle charged with euphoric energy.

  He thrust fingers into my dripping cunt. Slowly at first, curling them as he performed each long, massaging stroke. My pussy walls eagerly latched on, as if trying to pull his touch deeper inside. Guide him toward the g-spot. His thumb played with my asshole, and I let everything relax. He urged the thick digit into my anal canal. I pushed my cunt and ass forward harder, letting him know how much I enjoyed the double penetration.

  More whoops and whistles. I gasped and cried out uncontrollably. The encouragement from the gathering crowd amped up my enjoyment. It also made Roscoe and the girls work enthusiastically to make me come. Finally, as the cheers rose to thunderous pitch, he rose up and sank his rock hard, eight inches into my quivering pussy. I let a loud, long moan escape me.

  As he pumped his cock into me, I focused on the crowd for a moment. Long enough to see Shamus and Addy standing among the masses. Shamus, naked save for a g-string, glared at me with all the fury of a jealous god. Addy held his hand, darting worried glances between me and him.

  I flashed him a smile I hoped showed my enjoyment. Then I looked away, focusing on the woman to my right as I took her lips in a long, passionate kiss. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Shamus move nearer.

  The imp in me sparked mischievous plans. I tore my lips from my female lover and shouted loud enough for all to hear, “Ohhh, fuck me harder, faster, with that big cock.”

  Roscoe buried his dick deep in my pussy. I felt his smooth balls glide across my ass. His shaft created a mind-blowing, wet friction. My pussy walls responded, clenching and releasing. Quivering as my g-spot greedily absorbed the pounding.