The Forbidden Series

ELLIE

The music is loud, and I feel out of place. This isn’t my scene. I don’t get out a lot, and now I know why.

My long blonde hair is in curls, and just like Grace said, my makeup is exotic. I look like a forbidden girl next door. Grace’s words, not mine.

“What are you drinking? No, never mind, you’ll say water or something stupid like that.”

I raise an eyebrow, but she’s not wrong. I was going to ask for a gin and some water to wash it down. I’m not a big drinker, and when I drink, I drink far too much, hence why I don’t drink.

Even listening to myself, I sound boring. I need to stop keeping my guard up. I need to let loose.

Grace hands me a Vodka Red Bull along with a shot of tequila. Oh god. I can tell already I’ll not be walking tonight.

“Okay, don’t be mad, but I’ve set you up on a date. I knew you would say no, so I had to do it this way. So I need you to drink these and let loose a little.

“Brad and I will stay with you for one drink, then he and I are heading out. Please don’t be mad.”

I stare at her, not knowing what to say. She said we were having a girls’ night. I know she thinks she’s doing me a favor by doing this, but I’m not ready, especially looking like this.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I say nervously. I know I need to drink even more if I want to enjoy myself.

“How about this? I find a quiet bar instead of this club? Then at least you’ll feel more comfortable.”

I let out a sigh. I don’t think I’ll feel comfortable with anything, to be honest.

“Please, Ellie. I see how you look at Brad and me. You look lonely, and it’s not a bad thing, but I think you need to let this barrier down and act like the twenty-two-year-old you are.”

I smile at her sadly. I didn’t think I was that easy to read. I thought I hid stuff well enough; I guess not to Grace. She can read me like a book.

“Okay, but if I don’t like him, I’m texting you, and you better get your ass back to that bar and pick me up, but you’re right, I’ll feel better somewhere quieter.”

I knock my drinks back, wincing as they burn, but I know I need this. Otherwise, I’ll be even more of a nervous wreck.

I follow Grace as we walk a couple of blocks away from the nightclub we were just in. She stops outside a bar that doesn’t seem too busy. I can tell straight away this feels more like me.

“Brad and Jamie will be here any moment,” she mumbles. I can tell she feels bad now that she’s pushed me into this, but there’s nothing I can do.

Before I can tell her it’s okay and it might turn out all right, a taxi pulls up.

Brad and I’m guessing Jamie climb out. He’s not bad looking. He’s got curly brown hair, blue eyes that are burning into mine. I can see he’s undressing me by the way he’s looking at me right now.

“Grace, I made us a dinner reservation so these two can get to know each other a little more.”

I swallow hard, knowing I’m getting thrown into the deep end. I’m hoping she says no, but with the look on her face, I can already tell she’s excited.

She turns to me, her eyes pleading with me to say it’s okay. All I do is nod at her. I’ll kill her when I get home. I don’t want to make a scene in front of Brad and Jamie.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I could kiss you right now.”

She pulls away from me as she and Brad climb into the taxi, leaving Jamie and me alone.

Fuck, this is awkward.

“Come on, let’s go get a drink,” he says as he opens the door for me. When we walk in, it’s busy but not like the club was.

“I don’t understand why we couldn’t have stayed at the club. It’s better than this bar. Have you seen the state? It’s half dead,” Jamie says, looking disgusted.

“I like it, and anyway, we can hear each other more. We wouldn’t have been able to have a conversation if we stayed at that nightclub.” I smile softly at him, trying to make the most of tonight.

“We could have done other stuff, though.” He winks at me, making me shiver. Yeah, he’s full of himself. Maybe he’s nervous.

We take a seat in the corner and order some drinks and food. “So, what do you do for work?” I ask, trying to start a conversation with him.

“Just this and that.”

Okay. I can see this is going to be harder than I thought.

“How did you meet Grace?” I smile at him.

“She’s fucking my best friend. How do you think?”

I wince at the way he’s talking to me.

I can feel someone looking at me, but I don’t turn around. I’ve felt like someone has been watching me since I walked in.

***

I don’t think I’ve ever been so bored in my life.

Jamie hasn’t taken his eyes from my tits for the past forty minutes. He’s made no effort to make conversation, leaving me to fill in the awkward silences.

“Am I finally going to get you into bed now that I’ve wined and dined you?”

My mouth hangs open. He can’t be real, can he? I open my mouth, but the only words that come out are, “Erm.” I think he can tell from the look on my face he’s not going to get me into bed.

“I’m going to go have a piss. You can think of your answer.” He grabs his jacket and heads toward the bathroom.

Fuck this. I need Grace. I pull out my phone and dial her number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. I can’t believe her! I’m going to kill her when I get home.

A couple of minutes pass, and I try to think of an excuse to leave to tell Jamie, but I can’t think of anything.

I can feel a presence behind me, and I know it isn’t Jamie by the strong smell of aftershave.

“I think your date made a run for it out the back door.”

I turn around, and my breath catches in my throat. Standing in front of me is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

He’s at least six-foot-five. Full of muscle. His dark brown hair is stubbled with gray, making him look sexier.

I open my mouth to say something, but I’m lost for words at how fit he is.

“He was an idiot. I heard what he said to you. What I’m confused about is why you would even agree to go out with him.”

He pulls a couple of fifties out and places them on the table. “You shouldn’t pay for a date that you looked like you wanted to run to the hills from.”

“Thank you,” I hear myself mumble. I’ve never been one to be so quiet, but there’s something about him that makes me want to submit.

“So tell me, Pretty Eyes, why would a woman like you end up with a man like him?”

Pretty Eyes? I blush at the name.

“I was meant to be on a girls’ night, but my friend decided I was lonely. She was fed up with me hearing her fuck her boyfriend every night, and I mean every day and night.

“She tricked me into coming out and set me up with Jamie whilst she went out with her boyfriend.”

I take a deep breath and finally look at him. His honey eyes burn into my gray ones.

“Sounds like a shit friend.” He shrugs.

I shake my head. “No, she’s the best. I would be lost without her. She likes to fix things a lot. That’s why I love her so much.”

He lifts his hands apologetically. “How about I get you a drink? Then I’ll leave you alone,” he says as he smiles.

And that’s the last thing I want. I want him to stay.

It sounds weird, but for some reason, there’s this spark that burns deep inside of me every time I look into his eyes.

“No, stay, please. It might be nice to hold a conversation.”

He nods as he stands up and heads to the bar.

I pull out my phone and text Grace.

I don’t expect a text back, seeing as her phone is off, but at least she won’t worry about where I am.

A couple of moments later, the mystery man comes back with two drinks, and he’s got my order right.

I take a sip and moan as I taste the gin. “Thank you. What’s your name? I think I should at least know the name of the man who’s just saved me from the worst date ever.”

I bite my bottom lip, and his eyes instantly go to my mouth. I see his eyes dilate, making my pussy throb.

He feels it too, doesn’t he?

“How about no names? I’m leaving soon, and I know I won’t be able to get you out of my head if I know your name. So how about I call you Pretty Eyes?”

OWEN

As soon as the words leave my mouth, she licks her lips and blushes. Fuck. ~She’s so fucking beautiful.~

As soon as I saw her walk in, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My friends left an hour ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

“What should I call you?” she says, biting her plumped lips again. I nearly groan at the sight.

“Anything you like, Pretty Eyes.” Maybe yes-fucking-sir. I don’t say that, though.

“I know, Mr. Muscles.”

I laugh at the name, and for the first time in a very long time, I feel at ease.

“Why, Mr. Muscles?” I ask as I raise an eyebrow.

“Well, have you seen yourself? I want to run my hands all over them.”

In an instant, her hand is over her mouth.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

I can feel my cock throb against my jeans. It’s been hard since the moment I saw her.

“Don’t be sorry. I was thinking exactly the same thing.”

Her gray eyes widen. I think I might have gone too far, but then I’m shocked at the next words that come out of her mouth.

“Do you want to get out of here with me?”

I know it took a lot for her to say that, but I know I want her more than I’ve wanted anything before.

I lean over and pull her mouth toward mine. The kiss is soft until she moans, and I can’t help but take control.

We pull away, panting for more.

“Is that a yes?” she asks, her eyes full of desire.

“Yes. I have a hotel room. If you’re sure?”

She stands and takes my hand in hers, and we head out the door.

We grab a taxi and make our way back to my hotel. I can’t keep my hands off her long, toned legs.

Fuck, I can’t wait to have them wrapped around me as I pound into her. She lets out a whimper as my hands come up to her soaking pussy.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I say, even though my cock is straining against my jeans.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s been a long time. I’m nervous, but I want this. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in my life than this right now.”

I look into her gray eyes, and I can see she’s telling the truth.

I don’t waste another moment before my lips come crashing down onto hers. She tastes like forbidden fruit, and I can’t get enough of her. In an instant, I’m lifting her onto my lap.

She rubs her burning heat against my cock. I can feel how wet she is. “Oh god, fuck. This feels so good,” she says between moans.

I almost feel bad for the driver as he keeps looking back. I know he’s getting off on us, but I can’t seem to stop.

I slide her soaking panties to the side as I shove my finger into her heat. I hiss at how tight she is.

“Fuck, Pretty Eyes. I can’t wait to shove my cock deep inside of you.”

I groan as the taxi pulls up. I almost tell him to drive around just so I can have a taste of her pussy, but I know I won’t be able to stop after I’ve done that. I’ll need all of her.

I pull out a fifty as I pull her into my arms. I don’t wait for the change. He can have it—all I want is to get her spread on the bed.

In the five minutes it takes us to get to my room, it feels like a lifetime has gone by.

The door clicks as I lock it. I lead her to the bedroom, not wanting to waste another moment.

“Bend over. Let me see your pretty pussy,” I say as I turn her around. She does as I say as she leans forward.

It takes me all of a second to pull her panties down around her thighs.

The sight of her bent over the hotel bed is making my cock throb against my jeans. I think I might cum just from the sight. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before.

The silky fabric of her panties is around her ankles.

Her thighs are spread wide; her bare ass is round and thick; the soft pouty lips of her pussy are on full show to me, which is enough to make me feel like I might lose control altogether.

I can see her juices dripping down her thighs. I can smell her, which only makes me want to shove my tongue so deep inside of her that she can’t do anything but scream.

ELLIE

I’ve never been this daring before, but there is something about him that, for the first time in a long time, makes me want to lose control.

I hear him groan at the sight of me. I know he can see every inch of my pussy, and that only makes me throb more.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste you. I need to have you in my mouth and on my tongue.”

All I want to shout is, Yes, fuck me, Daddy. ~Fuck me so hard that I can’t walk for weeks~, but I don’t get a chance because he flips me over, so I’m on my back.

The first swipe of his tongue has me throwing my head back.

“Oh god, yes, that feels amazing,” I moan. I know I’m going to explode any second.

I pull him by the hair, needing him inside me. I don’t want foreplay. All I need is his cock.

“I haven’t finished tasting you yet.” His mouth is shining with my juices. I want to taste myself so badly.

He stands and pulls off his clothes. Once he’s standing there in his boxers, my mouth hangs open. He’s got the body of a god. My mouth continues to hang open as he pulls his hard cock from his briefs.

He’s huge. I’ve only seen one cock before, but this is double the size of the one I had in me last time. No, scratch that, it’s fucking triple.

How the hell is that going to fit in me?

“Close your mouth, Pretty Eyes, before I put it to better use.”

I like the sound of that.

“I need to see you. Take the dress off,” he says as he watches my every move.

I pull it off slowly—my tits bounce free. I see him swallow, and I’m glad I have the same effect on him as he has on me.

He rolls on a condom, and I’m so glad he’s remembered to do that, as I would have forgotten.

He crawls up the bed as he moves to my neck and kisses me everywhere, his cock throbbing to be inside me.

I can’t wait any longer. I need him deep inside me. I need to be squeezing his cock so tight.

I wish I knew his name so I had something to shout, but, like he said, no names are better, especially when he’s leaving soon.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”

I wrap my legs around his waist as I pull him closer; he takes that as the go-ahead to ram himself so deep into me that he takes my breath away.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. You’re so fucking tight. I’ll never get over this pussy.” He growls as he takes me harder than I’ve ever had before.

He pulls out suddenly and spins me around so I’m on all fours. I’ve never done it this way before. This time when he enters me, he does it slowly, which is torture.

“I want it faster. I want you to fuck me hard.”

He grips the back of my neck and shoves my face into the silk pillows as he rams back in again and again.

“Yes. That’s it. Fuck. Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”

My pussy milks him so tightly that I hear him growl and pound faster and faster, chasing his own release.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Your pussy is squeezing me dry. Fuck,” he screams out.

As he loses control, it triggers another orgasm as my core spasms over and over again.

When he pulls out of me, we collapse on the bed, sweaty and panting.

“Let’s do that again,” I say as my breathing dies down.

My pussy takes his cock repeatedly all night long.