Forbid Me

  Jacob asked the lady behind the counter if there was an option where I could choose all the flavors I wanted. She said they didn’t, but he used his powers of persuasion. By that I mean he smiled and said, “Please.”

  “Only for you. Don’t tell anyone, though,” she flirted.

  “It’s our little secret,” I chimed in, grinning at Jacob.

  “You have a really awesome big brother. I wish mine was like him.”

  I stopped grinning and Jacob pursed his lips. The atmosphere between us immediately changed. I feared what was going on in his head. I didn’t think I looked that young. I bit my lip, his insecurity about us radiating off of him, and I hated that there was a sudden shift in our easygoing relationship.

  I smirked, cocking my head to the side. “Awe, old man, she thinks you’re my big brother, ain't that cute.” I looked around the parlor and leaned on the counter. “Just so we’re clear… he’s actually my sugar daddy.” I winked.

  Jacob busted out laughing. I literally thought he was going to piss himself from my smart-ass response. The lady turned bright red. I ignored both their reactions and started to pick out all the flavors I wanted to eat.

  Adding a few more just because she was a twat.

  That was definitely one of the things I loved the most about Lily, she could take any situation and turn it into a positive one that usually left you laughing your ass off. The closer we got to heading back to the hotel the more anxious I became. I didn’t know if she had certain expectations because of our sleeping arrangements. All I wanted was to hold her while we slept, that’s the only reason I got a king size bed, but if there was one thing I knew about Lily, whatever she wanted or set her mind to, she fucking got.

  I had lived in Ohio for four years and this was the first time I was doing any of the tourist shit, but it made her happy and that’s all that mattered. I took her to a few more places that I knew she would love and then to my favorite spot for dinner. When I handed her my phone to pick out a movie, she said she wanted to rent one in our room instead. Stating that it was one of the best parts of staying in a hotel in the first place. I went with her request because fuck…

  What other choice did I have?

  We walked into the room and she said she needed to shower. It didn’t take long for her to appear in the smallest towel invented by man.

  All that ran through my head was that I was fucked.

  “I feel so much better,” she stated, laughing and sitting on the edge of the bed. Completely aware of the reaction she evoked in me by sitting in nothing but a towel with wet hair cascading down her face and her skin flushed, still slightly wet. She nodded in a seductive yet shy way that I had never seen before.

  Fuck me.

  I had to get the fuck out of there before my cock started to have a mind of its own.

  I turned on the shower. Hoping like hell the cold water would drown out the thoughts that were occurring in my head… both goddamn heads. Visions of Lily bent over the bed and me slamming into her, Lily on the dresser and me on my knees, devouring her pussy, Lily riding my cock while I watched her tits bounce as I gripped her thighs so fucking hard, wanting to mark her. It was one right after the other, relentless and tempting, the sin of it all making it more addicting and maddening like the forbidden fruit she was. I was under the shower in three seconds flat, wanting to wash away the images of Lily, of us.

  My. Best. Friend’s. Baby. Sister.

  Looking so damn innocent. Knowing that she had never been touched before was way too much for my rigid cock that wanted nothing more than to sink into her sweet, tight virgin pussy.

  Taking what I so desperately wanted to be mine.

  I leaned my arm against the wall, my face resting against it with cold water running down my head and my entire body. I closed my eyes and my hand found my throbbing hard cock within seconds. I needed some release, but I couldn’t go there with Lily yet, so I did the only thing I could.

  I stroked myself picturing nothing but images of…

  The way I would make her moan.

  The way I would make her pant.

  The way I would make her beg me to let her come.

  I hit my head against the tile. “What the fuck am I doing?” I pleaded in agony.

  I pictured her back arching and her nipples puckering when I licked and sucked them into my mouth. The sounds that would escape her tiny, breathless lips the closer I allowed her to get to her release. The way I would make her come and scream out my goddamn name over and over again until I was burned into her skin and she would only ever remember me.

  Mine.

  I pumped harder and faster, my hips moving in the opposite direction of my hand, imagining it was her pussy pulsating and tightening around my shaft to the brink of agony.

  “Christ…” I groaned out a little too loudly on the edge of coming but not quite there. “Lily,” I growled, hearing someone faintly gasp.

  Lily.

  I turned my head to the side, opening my eyes to find her watching me by the door, both of us wearing the same hooded gaze. Her chest was rising and falling with each pump of my hand stroking my cock, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me the fuck on.

  My dick was getting harder to the point of pain.

  “Say it,” I ordered in a husky tone.

  “What?” she panted, taking in the sight of me jacking off in front of her.

  “Say my goddamn name.”

  Her eyes widened and her breathing hitched. “Jacob.”

  I came so fucking hard that I saw stars as my entire body shook with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. She licked her lips and then bit her bottom one and for the millionth time I found myself wanting to bite it for her. I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist not bothering to dry myself. Avoiding the mirror like it was the goddamn plague. The shame overtaking me in ways I never thought possible. I took a deep, long breath and whispered, “Lillian—”

  And she took off running.

  It had been a few weeks since Lily was back to sleeping in my arms. I hadn’t left her bed.

  “Right,” I said into the phone, talking to Jimmy, my coworker.

  “When are you planning on heading back?” he asked as I watched Lily get out of her oversized truck that was still too big for her.

  “Don’t know yet.”

  “You are coming back right?”

  Silence.

  “Damn, man, you go from working around the clock to taking a two month sabbatical. Who are you and what have you done to Jacob?”

  “I’m still working.”

  “Assisting,” he corrected.

  “I’m still making the firm and I money.”

  “Which is probably the only reason he’s being so lenient about your little break.”

  “Don’t forget the part that I’m damn good at what I do,” I reminded.

  “Arguing?”

  “Defending.”

  “Hey!” Lily greeted when she opened the door.

  “Motherfucker. That explains it, pussy whipped, who is she?”

  I chuckled, shaking my head, grabbing her by the waist and making her squeal when she tried to walk by me.

  “I gotta go.” I hung up, kissing the back of her neck. “Did you think you could walk by me without me touching you? Especially when you’re wearing that.”

  “It’s a dress.”

  “It’s a shirt you wear as a damn dress.”

  “I have a tiny torso.”

  “You are tiny everywhere, especially that tight little pussy of yours. It can tempt a saint.”

  She scoffed. “How would you know? My friend and I have not been reacquainted yet. My arsenal of toys could have stretched it all out by now.”

  I bit her neck.

  “Ouch. What was that for?”

  “You know why.”

  “Yeah… yeah… yeah… you don’t want me to think you just want one thing.” She turned to face me, cocking her head to the side, placing
her hands on my chest. “What if I only want one thing, Jacob?”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I leaned forward like I was going to kiss her but at the last second I clicked my teeth together like I was going to bite her.

  “I could get used to you calling me sir.”

  “I could get used to you eating me out,” she snidely smiled. “Both seem like they are never going to happen.”

  “Are you horny, baby? Is that what this is about?”

  “You took away my toys, Jacob, what the hell do you think? I’m dying here. I can’t use my hand. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t go fast enough or something, I don’t know, it’s like broken. I need my toys back!”

  I laughed, my head falling back and she took the momentum to shove away and out of my arms.

  “I think I just need to go to the sex shop and get a new B.O.B.”

  I stopped laughing.

  “Yeah, a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. Besides they love me there, they probably miss me. I’m a VIP member, you know… a Very Important Pussy.”

  I stepped toward her. “Are you trying to provoke me?”

  “It depends, is it working?”

  “What is it, baby? You want me to eat you and fuck that sweet pussy of yours right now?”

  She looked down at her watch. “I could fit you in.”

  I grinned. “That’s not how I remember it.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me and started to walk backward down the hall and into her bedroom with me following close behind. Our eyes locked the entire time, both of us knowing where this was going. She sat on the edge of the bed while I leaned my shoulder against the doorframe, my arms folded across my chest with one leg crossed over the other. I took in her disappointment that I hadn’t followed her to the bed. I let a few seconds linger between us, wanting to remember her and this moment.

  Just. Like. This.

  “Stand up,” I ordered in a harsh tone.

  She didn’t think twice about it.

  “Take off your dress.”

  She reached for the hem.

  “Slower.”

  She gradually lifted her dress over her creamy thighs, and I rubbed my fingers over my mouth already tasting her on my tongue. She threw her dress on the floor and stood in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties.

  “Turn for me.”

  She did.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I murmured, loud enough for her to hear.

  She reached for her bra.

  “No.”

  She cocked her head to the side with a questioning expression.

  “That’s my job. I get to strip you completely naked. I get to make you wet. I get to taste you. I get to make you come. It’s mine. Do you understand me?”

  She nodded and swallowed hard. The bedroom was the only place Lily ever took orders, the thought alone made her wet.

  “Lay on the bed and close your eyes.”

  She was about to say something and I arched an eyebrow. “Be my good sweet girl and don’t make me repeat myself.”

  She crawled on the bed making sure to give me a view of her voluptuous ass swaying with each movement she made. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I pushed off the wall and ripped off one of the hydrangeas from the vase on her bedside table. I took off my ball cap, setting it on the edge of the bed and placed the hydrangea on the tip of her nose. I kept her house stocked with them now just because I loved seeing her smile every time she looked at them. I spent too many years not seeing that damn smile.

  I slowly moved it down her body, barely touching her skin but enough to where it left goose bumps in its wake. Once I reached her pussy, I pressed down firmer, moving it back and forth against her clit.

  She sucked in a breath of air.

  I continued to play with her for a few seconds. Setting the hydrangea on the nightstand, I took off her bra and then her panties, bringing them up to my face to smell her wetness.

  “They’re not scratch and sniff,” she joked, her eyes still closed.

  I grinned. “You do want me to put you over my knee, don’t you?” I lay down next to her, my head pitched on my hand.

  I licked my index and middle finger, rubbing her nipples until they were pebbled stones and then sucking them into my mouth. She gasped at the feel of my tongue and teeth. My fingers made their way down to where they wanted to be the most.

  Her pussy.

  I brushed along her lips before spreading her open, her bright red nub already standing at attention. I rubbed from her opening to her clit not staying in one place too long. I wanted to taste her, but I needed to know first…

  “Tell me, Kid, how many boys have you been with?”

  I immediately opened my eyes, partially from the memory of him doing this to me before and partially because of what he was asking.

  “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” I coaxed, hoping it would work.

  “Is that right?” he asked in a devilish tone. His eyes held nothing but mischief as his finger went right to my clit. He breathed into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and throughout my entire body.

  “You’re not being a good girl…” He slapped my pussy, catching me completely off guard but making me want more.

  “That feel good, baby?” he rasped, as he continued his assault on my clit.

  “Yes…”

  “Answer the question or I’ll stop,” he taunted.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me.”

  I recognized that tone. “Four,” I simply stated.

  His eyes glazed over with a predatory expression that made me clench my thighs.

  “Including me,” he stated as a question.

  “Yes.”

  He leaned forward, close to my mouth. “Did they make you come?” he snapped in a tone I didn’t appreciate but still made me wet.

  “Don’t make me ask you again.”

  “No.”

  I could feel him smiling against my face. His hand went back to my clit, manipulating the bundle of nerves until my legs spread wider and wider for him. He moved his fingers faster on my nub, playing me like I was a goddamn guitar.

  “I’ll tell you why they didn’t make you come,” he growled, looking deep into my eyes before making love to me with his mouth. He bit my bottom lip. I was so close to release, rotating my hips against his hand. I wasn’t lying. I dated three guys after him and not one of them brought me close to orgasm. I mean it felt good, but I couldn’t get there without toys, hence the arsenal I used to have.

  “Because I am the only one who knows where and how to touch you, how to lick you and how hard to fuck you,” he said in between kissing me, his voice laced with nothing but possession. “You’re mine.” He licked my lips and growled again. We passionately kissed, our tongues doing a sinful dance of want and need, his fingers moving faster and more demanding.

  I whimpered into his mouth when he stopped. He kissed me one last time and moved his lips exactly where I wanted him. Licking, sucking, and tasting me in ways that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head, making all sorts of noises that I’d never heard before.

  “Say it,” he demanded against my most private area.

  I panted, trying to catch my breath. “Jacob… Jacob, Jacob, Jacob,” I repeated, coming all over his face.

  Hearing her say that she had been with other guys was like taking a bullet to my fucking heart, but in the end it didn’t matter.

  Nobody has ever made me feel this kind of pain.

  Nobody.

  I was her first and I would be her last.

  Lily was made for me. I knew her body better than she did. I taught her what she loved, what she craved, what she needed. I knew her down to her core. I made her come so hard, her juices were dripping down my beard. Her legs were squeezing my face so goddamn hard that I had to lock my arms around her thighs to hold her down. She finally came to when I was lying above
her tiny body, framing her in with my arms around her face, overpowering her, consuming her, claiming her the only way I knew how. Her breathing was heavy and deep, her skin was bright pink, and she was slightly sweating. The smell of her arousal was all around me and she shined brightly with the afterglow of her orgasm. I would never tire of watching her come undone.

  She was fucking breathtaking.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

  She did with a hooded gaze that made her dark brown eyes appear almost black.

  “I want nothing between us, I need to feel all of you, Kid, every fucking inch. I’ve always used a condom except with you. Only you. I’m clean, I’ve been tested. Please tell me you’re on the pill?”

  She smiled.

  I grabbed her leg and angled it upward, bending her knee so that her foot rested on my ass and hesitantly pushed in.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet, so fucking mine.”

  I thrust in, little by little, until I was fully inside her, stopping to relish in the joy and rapture that you get from the comfort of coming home.

  The sensations of Lily and only Lily.

  My mind was reeling with so many emotions I couldn’t keep up.

  The feel of her.

  The taste of her.

  The smell of her.

  Just her. Always her.

  I groaned when I was fully inside of her, resting my forehead on hers, our eyes locked, both of us in a trance like state. Her pussy fitting me like a goddamn glove, I could have come right then and there. We kissed and she moved her hips, I took her silent plea and began to thrust in and out of her. She moved her legs so that they were both wrapped around my lower back. Bringing me closer to her, and hugging around my neck. We kissed the entire time, not being able to get enough of each other. It seemed like hours went by and the whole world was left behind us.

  Where there was no history and all that was left was us and our future.

  “How do you do this to me? How have you always been able to do this to me?” she panted, her pussy pulsating down my shaft, tighter, making it hard to move.