Page 55 of Forbidden Fruit


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“Yes, and he was armed.”

I suck in a breath as the nervous spiral gets closer to manifesting into reality.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Your dad rented us a cabin. Only your parents will know where we are.” Tomas squeezes my thigh reassuringly.

“How long are we staying?”

“As long as it takes. Why are you concerned? You just told me twenty minutes ago that you could grind on my dick forever.”

“And?” I quip a brow.

“This is a good start.”

I chew on my lip. “What happens to Mia and Matt?”

“They’re pretty sure Nathan is looking for me, but your dad and I don’t want to take any chances in the event he’s looking for you. Mia and Matt are going home. Classes are canceled for the next few days, unless they catch him first.”

“Fuck.” I sigh.

An hour later, we arrive at the most breathtaking cabin I’ve ever seen. Located on the side of a mountain, along lush, green trees, the sprawling structure sits with a cozy front porch and a crocheted hammock. The living room, large and spacious, has panoramic windows, giving breath-taking views of the river below.

“Tomas, this is incredible.” I set the two bags Tomas did not insist on carrying down on the couch.

“It certainly is.” He surveys the kitchen, opening the cabinets and the refrigerator.

“It looks like somebody already went shopping for us, too. Good. I’ll be happy to put that grill to use.” The back patio has a sunken hot tub and the grill Tomas has been eyeing, overlooking the ravine below.

“What do we do now?” I’m already stripping off my clothes with a knowing smile on my lips.

“Pick up where we left off.” He plants a kiss on my collarbone that makes me shutter as his fingertips drag lower and lower on my body.

His mouth follows suit, creating a trail of languid licks and kisses until he reaches my mound. His fingers graze between my thighs, gathering the arousal that is already pooling between.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs as he sucks his fingers clean.

My back hits the couch as he situates himself between my thighs, kneeling on the area rug beneath the couch.

“I love when your greedy little pussy is riding my face, but I also love kneeling before you like the goddess you are. Spread your legs for me, Olivia.” I’m entranced, lost at the sight of him before me. He pulls me against his mouth and stops when my eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me, Olivia. I want you to see how good I eat your sweet little cunt, and I want to see how much you need my mouth on you.” I whimper as his tongue circles my clit.

“God, you and your filthy mouth.” My nerves are on fire as he doesn’t relent, just coaxes me closer to my tipping point. I fist his hair, and his brown eyes look up at me, full of reverence and longing. Despite everything that’s happened with us, especially with Nathan, the gravity of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks. My orgasm is close behind my revelation, knocking the breath from my lungs. After what feels like a lifetime, the tsunami of pleasure subsides, and I collapse against the couch, spent. He kisses me deep and sensual, his touch stoking the embers.

“Do you want to take a nap?” He strokes my hair soothingly and I feel like I could go back to sleep. I want to relax, but I’m cautiously optimistic about how well everything has been going.

“I would, but not yet. I have something to attend to.” My eyes hover on his pelvis. He gives me a sinful smile.

“It’s all yours–whenever, wherever, however you want it.” He winks and the embers ignite into flames.

“Lay down.” I get up, crawling to make room. He hasn’t even fully laid down before I ease onto him, sinking as far down as I can go. Our breathing shallows as our bodies intertwine. As we find our rhythm, I lean forward to use his shoulders as leverage.

“Fuck, sorry.” He winces, and I position my hands on the couch.

“Lean further forward,” he rasps. The fullness and the pressure on my clit from his pelvis are too much and I shatter instantly.

“You’re gonna have to take over. I’m exhausted.” My thighs quiver in agreement. I balance myself over the arm of the couch as I feel Tomas crawl up behind me.

“Jesus Christ, Olivia. I wish you could see yourself right now.” He presses his cock at my entrance and enters so slowly I ache. I push my ass back, forcing him to give me more.

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