Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

“What? You can’t just shove me out of your life. Why do you deny what you feel for me?” she continues. Asking me things I don’t want to answer. She needs to leave. I can’t be around her without losing my focus. My mind should be on the church, on my job, but it’s not. Since I first saw her, since I touched her. It’s always been her.

“Sage, you need to find someone who can give you a life. Give you love,” I tell her, not meeting her gaze. I know if I look at her, I’ll crumble. All my restraint will tumble to the ground, and I’ll do the one thing that will inadvertently shatter my world.

I’ll fuck her.

Sage

He doesn’t turn to me. He doesn’t afford me the honesty by looking into my eyes and telling me to leave. Anger bubbles through me. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want anyone else. I want him.

“Are you ever going to look at me?” I taunt. Taking a step closer, I feel the shudder running through him as my hand settles on his shoulder. His restraint is slipping. I can tell from the way his head shakes, his eyes trained on the floor, and his shoulders tighten with stress. I’m causing this. Sadness fills me then. It grips my heart, and tears spring to my eyes.

“Sage.” My name is a tortured whisper on his lips.

“I’ll go. But remember one thing, Reid; you’re still a man. It doesn’t matter what uniform you wear. And it doesn’t matter what promises you’ve made. Underneath it all is still a man.” My hand slips from his shoulder, and I leave him. Heading for the door, I blink, and a tear falls from my eye. Just one. We’re not breaking up—we weren’t dating—but I feel the ache in my chest just the same.

His taste is still in my mouth. I revel in it, knowing it will never happen again. I know it can’t. I’ve already done something so forbidden. My hand is on the doorknob when suddenly I’m pressed against the door. His hand comes out, flicking the key, locking us in the office.

“I am a man. But you, sweet lamb, are a bad girl. You want me to let loose on you?” he grunts in my ear, his body pressing against me. I don’t know what happened between me walking away to this moment, but my body responds to his. As if we’re magnetized.

“All I meant—”

“Tell me, Sage? Do you want me inside you?” His words aren’t dirty, but they ignite every inch of my skin. I’m ablaze with desire coiling deep in my gut. My clit thrums in anticipation. “Tell me, my little lamb. Do you want to find out how the big bad wolf devours pretty little things like you?” His voice is gruff in my ear, and I nod. I do. I need it.

His hands are on my hips as he drags me back toward his desk. He pushes me down wordlessly, my breasts squashed on the wooden top. Shoving my skirt over my hips, he grips the soft material of my panties and tugs. The ripping sound echoes around us, and I can’t stop the yelp that tumbles from my lips.

“Reid, I—”

“Quiet.” His order is husky, feral almost. Then he pushes my ripped panties into my mouth. “Open your legs,” he commands, and I do. I’m open to him, to his heated gaze, and I feel it trail over me. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Sage.” He growls my name, causing me to whimper.

I hear him shuffling around the room, but I can’t see what he’s doing. It’s only when I feel cool liquid dripping over my ass that I realize what he’s been about. The patchouli scent envelopes my senses. His hands caress and knead the flesh of my ass, thighs, and then his thumbs find my core.

“Look how wet you are. Do you like me touching you like this, dirty little girl?” he questions, but before I have time to respond, his fingers spread my pussy open, and his tongue laps at me. My fingers claw at the wood but find no purchase. My eyes shut tight as pleasure rockets through me like lightning striking me.

His mouth is sinful. His fingers are sacrilege, and the way he makes me feel is immoral. He spears his tongue into my core. Tongue-fucking me deeper and faster. I’m lost in pleasure when his finger finds my puckered entrance.

I want to cry out not there, but my words I muffled by the material in my mouth. And I have a feeling he would ignore me because he’s lost in a state of lust that I brought on. He continues circling it with the pad of his finger. His other fingers find my clit, pressing the hardened nub, sending me into orbit. The cry is lodged in my throat as my orgasm splinters through me, and I come apart on his tongue.