A Forbidden Love (The Forbidden Series) Page 2

  Me: It’s okay, but I feel like shit right now, so I’m heading home.

  Lover: No stay, I’ll be home in less than an hour.

  Me: I rather not. This whole situation is just crazy and I don’t feel very comfortable being here right now.

  Lover: K.

  I really can’t stand when people send me one letter responses! I would much rather be ignored.

  While taking a step outside the front door, I was greeted by a vast array of dark blue and black clouds. Feeling a brisk breeze blow through my tresses, I knew I had to hurry up and get home before I got stranded here. The city of Auburn was known for its heavy rain and flash flooding.

  I reached the parking lot outside of my complex just before the storm hit and ran inside barely escaping the rain. While the exterior of the building I lived in wasn’t much to look at, the inside is what actually drew me into the place.

  Our unit was gorgeous; it was completely gutted and renovated before we moved in. There was a huge eat-in kitchen with brand-new stainless steel appliances, a stacked washer and dryer in the closet, a spacious living room, and two full bathrooms. I was lucky enough to get a unit on the first floor and could walk less than a hundred feet to my front door from the main entrance. I unlocked the big maroon door and saw an eager face staring me down from the kitchen table. It was my roommate, Lacey.

  “Hi Lacey,” I said slightly depressed.

  “Hi Alecia, you seem bothered. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, I’m going to take a shower and head to bed, I’ve had a rough night.”

  “It’s only 2:30 in the afternoon.”

  “I know, but I’m really tired.”

  “Good-night?” she said sarcastically.

  “Night.”

  Lacey wasn’t your typical college roommate. She was very neat and organized, constantly had craft projects going on, and possessed a never ending bout of energy. She always made a chart to plan out the week ahead for bills, groceries, and homework assignments.

  She stood about five-feet, five inches tall, with long, red, spiral locks, thick, black, square framed glasses, pale skin and the tiniest freckles on her cheeks. She appeared to be innocent but, that small stature meant nothing when she had a point to prove. She was originally from a small rural area just outside of Portland, but could definitely hold her own in a fight.

  After dropping my bag onto my bedroom floor, I stood back to admire all the hard work I put in to it. A brand new pink and brown cheetah print set covered my king-size bed, with several matching throw pillows-lying against my metal headboard that was full of asymmetrical swirls and flowers. A small nightstand, a six drawer dresser, and a mounted 42 inch TV also complimented my room. Being the art nerd that I am, I had a painting by my favorite artist Claude Monet hanging above my bed. The only thing missing right now was... him.

  I disrobed and marveled at my figure in the floor length mirror. My five-nine stature was paired with small perky breasts, a curvy waistline, smooth thick thighs, a firm round ass, long naturally curly hair, and a light tan that I kept year round.

  Stepping onto the bathroom’s icy tiled floor, I eagerly jumped behind the pink and white shower curtain, turning the water up as hot as I could physically stand it. Shame and guilt set in as the sweltering water collided with my skin. “Why would I allow myself to leave the house so late, just for sex? Why would I let my guard down and get piss drunk with a man I barely even know? Granted, it did feel kind of right, even though I knew it was absolutely wrong.” Jake was definitely an attractive man, but he was also Allan’s brother. I did wonder why he didn’t have a ‘girlfriend’ of his own though.

  The hot water quickly became frigid, which was the only thing I hated about living in a complex, and I immediately started to shiver. I snatched my fluffy robe from the towel rack, turned the fan on to clear away some of the steam, and walked back into my room.

  Before sitting down on the side of my bed, I slipped on another white t-shirt and a pair of blue boy shorts. While connecting my phone to the charger, I decided to lay down and take a nap.

  I was awakened out of a deep sleep by my phone ringing. I had six missed calls, one voicemail, and three texts. They were all from a number I didn’t recognize. I played the voicemail first: “Alecia, it’s Jake, I hope you don’t mind but I got your number from my bro’s phone. I wanted to apologize for last night. I know you’re Al’s girl and that was pretty fucked up of me to act like that.”

  The text messages read:

  Unknown: Call me, it’s important.

  Unknown: Why aren’t you responding?

  Unknown: I’m sorry.

  I didn’t understand why Jake was bothering me so much. I’ve only spoken to him one other time before last night and he keeps harassing me. I made sure to save his number under the name “Creep” in my contacts, so that I’d remember it was him.

  Me: Apology accepted I was taking a nap that’s why I didn’t respond to you right away.

  Creep: It’s cool.

  I’m pretty sure Jake could bother any other girl in the world, so why me? Why the girl that is sleeping with his older brother? Technically, Al and I are labeled as ‘fuck buddies’ not boyfriend and girlfriend, but that’s beside the point. I messaged Nikki for some insight on the situation. I’m pretty sure she’s still pissed at me for not calling her back sooner, but at least she’ll be honest with me.

  Me: Hey Nik, call me as soon as possible.

  I swear my phone rang before I even hit send.

  “It’s about time I heard back from you, I thought Allan kidnapped you and dumped your remains in a ditch or something. So, what’s up?” she said with an ill-advised attitude.

  “I have no idea where to even begin, but Jake is starting to give me the creeps.”

  “Why, what happened?”

  “They switched phones yesterday and Jake texted me posing as Allan to lure me over the house. Of course assuming it was Allan, I freshened up and drove as fast as I could to get some peen.”

  “Well that was pretty bold of him. What is with you and that damn word ‘peen’? You’re a mess.”

  “I know, right? So I get there, message and call him to open the door and Jake answers the phone. Then he shows up at the door wearing only basketball shorts and sneakers, grab’s my bag and tells me to go upstairs.”

  “Does Allan live upstairs with him?”

  “Nope, he lives on the first floor.”

  “Well, do you think Allan is telling him about the amazing sex-a-thon’s you guys have been having? Maybe he wants in.”

  “Probably, but the really fucked up part is, Allan was nowhere to be found when I got there! I just assumed he was on his way home or at least knew I was there, so I accepted these drinks Jake made. I felt awkward just sitting there doing nothing. They were strong as hell though, but absolutely delicious.”

  “What were you drinking?”

  “He made me several Sex on the Beaches.”

  “Leci, you do realize that was a bad decision right? He was probably trying to get you drunk to take advantage of you.”

  “After a while I did get the ‘vibe’ that Allan had no idea I was there and that Jake had other motives. I was afraid to leave so I kept asking random questions about his tattoos to keep his attention off of me.”

  “Wait, he had tats? What exactly does he look like?”

  “I won’t lie to you, he was definitely hot and it was very hard not to stare directly at his beautiful tatted body. He was toned but not too ripped or muscular, he had those sexy lick-able ‘V’ lines that pointed directly to his crotch, blemish free fair skin, and short, spiked, brown hair.”

  “He sounds sexy as hell, maybe I can take him out of the equation for you,” she said, laughing hysterically.

  “You know what, that would be a great idea to hook you guys up!”

  Nikki was very pretty and didn’t take shit from anyone. She was five-seven with dyed jet black hair, faded red highlights, wide exotic hips, big b
reasts, a small tight ass, and a slight Spanish accent. She was a fiery Dominican princess for sure.

  “The only advice I can give you is to just ride it out, and don’t give in to temptation. What you have with Allan may be weird but it works, so don’t fuck this up. I can tell you have a good one there!”

  “Thanks Nik, I’ll talk to you later.” It felt good to know I have at least one true friend.

  “Make sure you let me know how things turn out, good-night!” she said.

  “Night.”

  Chapter 2: Coming Back For More

  Since the incident with Jake, I haven’t heard a thing back from Allan, in over two weeks! I was going through some serious sex withdrawals and needed my fix. I’ve been stressed the hell out dealing with school and all of these last portfolio assignments, due within a week’s time. Deciding to give myself a break from the madness, I plugged my phone’s USB cord into my laptop and texted Allan.

  Me: Hey.

  An hour passed and he still hadn’t responded to my message. Since he wouldn’t respond to my words, maybe he’d respond to my pics. Frantically searching my dresser, I found a sexy lingerie set that I snagged on sale at V.S. a few months back. It was a purple and white lace push-up bra with matching lace panties. I positioned myself sideways on the bed, propping my cleavage up with the top of my arm, and twisting my ass, so that everything was all in the same shot. If this doesn’t get an arousal out of him then I give up!

  He responded instantly. While opening the text I gasped, he was laying down on his bed, sporting his snug fitting Hanes boxer briefs. His bulge was noticeably erect and stretched across the top of his thigh.

  Me: Don’t tease me like that! I need to feel him inside of me right now!

  Lover: Then bring your ass over here and quit hiding.

  Me: I haven’t been hiding. You haven’t said a thing to me since your brother tricked me into coming over two weeks ago!

  Lover: I know. I got caught up with work. But we’re talking now, so, come over and see me.

  Me: Whatever, I’ll be there in a few.

  If he could see my face just then, he’d see I was clearly rolling my eyes at him.

  I kept the lingerie set on, threw over my favorite pair of dark wash jeans, and a fitted pink shirt. Of course, my trusty black bag accompanied me because I knew I was in for a fun night of mind-blowing sex. I hopped in Tina and broke the laws of sound to get there.

  I drove up to his dark, multifamily house and parked in my usual spot. I called him and waited in the car until I physically saw him come through the door. I wanted to make sure it was actually him this time and not Jake. He opened my car door, took my bag out of my hand, and led me to his room. Smiling at me with his beautiful white teeth, he, then, pressed his soft warm lips against mine.

  “I missed you Alecia.”

  “I missed you too.”

  He slammed the door behind us, grabbed a hold of my shoulder length ponytail, and thrust me on to the bed. I had been waiting over two weeks for this and I couldn’t wait for him to ravish me.

  I removed my shirt and pants while he slowly removed his boxers, exposing his stiff, throbbing erection. He pressed his chiseled body up against mine ready to take me, but I shoved him off and proceeded to wrap my lips tightly around his cock. His body relaxed while I pleasured him orally.

  “Oh shit that feels good. Open your mouth wider for me,” he grunted while shoving himself further into my mouth, until I started to gag.

  After fucking my mouth for several moments, he lifted me back to my feet and led me over to the bed. Kneeling before me, he parted my legs while pushing my panties to the side and slipped his index finger inside of me. Frantically searching his pants pocket with his free hand, he pulled out a gold wrapped condom. I sat up and took the latex circle from him, assisting him to his feet, and placed it over his massive erection with my lips.

  “You’re a freak, and I love it,” he moaned.

  He shoved me on my back, pinning me down beneath his rock hard body, and finally removed my underwear. Pushing my leg’s back as far as they could go, he slid a rolled towel underneath my hips and dove in deeply. I wrapped my arms firmly around his torso and dug my nails into his back, after every stroke.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, please don’t,” I moaned.

  He placed his left hand around my throat, “Take that, you filthy whore.”

  The friction from his groin and the top of his shaft rubbing against my g-spot, made my body feel extremely warm. My legs trembled from the intensified pleasure and a short while later, I came all over him, soaking the towel beneath me. He blew his load soon after.

  “Guess it’s a good thing I had that there,” he laughed.

  I cleaned up my mess, tossing the sheet and the wet towel into the hamper and relaxed by cuddling up to his chest. He slid out of bed for a minute and walked to the other side of the room to find us a clean sheet for the mattress. I glanced over and spotted his huge, sexy Grim Reaper tattoo. The wrinkles in his hood were so realistic. The dark and light shading gave it depth and contrasted nicely with his tanned skin. The Reaper was holding a pocket watch in his right hand, and his staff in the left. The design flowed from the top of Al’s spine to the bottom of it and underneath it had a quote, “Te solum semel mori.”

  “What does that saying under your tattoo mean?”

  “It means ‘you only die once’, in Latin.”

  “That’s definitely a fate you can’t deny.”

  We changed the sheets and climbed back in bed together. I ran my fingers down his flat stomach, rubbing each individual line in his six pack and lightly kissed his jaw. He then slid his hand in between my thighs once again and started fingering me. I begged for him to stop, but he held me down tighter until I came. We both fell asleep shortly after.

  My extremely loud, annoying, alarm clock went off at six o’clock in the morning and scared the crap out of me. I ran over and shut it off before it woke him up because he didn’t have to work until much later. I made sure to pre-set it before I came over just in case I forgot in the midst of things. I had to attend school and work tonight.

  I snagged his black oversized robe from behind the door and headed to the shower across the hall.

  There were black and white tiled squares covering the floor, a single toilet, his and her sinks, a huge whirlpool bathtub and a clear shower curtain. I locked the door behind me, chose a white towel from the rack above the toilet and took a lukewarm shower. Allan warned me before that the smoke detector was sensitive and I didn’t want to risk setting it off at six in the morning.

  I dried off and wrapped his robe back around my naked body. It smelled just like his NIVEA for men aftershave, and I didn’t want to take it off. I re-entered his room and shut the wooden door behind me, glancing at him, while he slept peacefully. I quietly grabbed my jeans, a shirt, and a pair of flats out of my bag. Then looked into his double mirrored closet door and combed my dark, curly hair into a neat ponytail. I could see his reflection in the bed behind me, draped with only a thin white sheet across his torso.

  Allan didn’t have much in his room besides a mattress, a black corner computer desk with his computer monitor and tower on it, and a TV on a small black stand, with his PS3 hooked up to it. The walls were a cobalt blue and the wooden floor was pretty faded, with multiple scratches in front of the doorway.

  I was dressed and ready to go by 6:30, making great time. I packed my things, gave him a kiss on the forehead and said my goodbyes.

  “Have a good day, I’ll miss you,” he said half asleep.

  “I’ll miss you too.”

  I took his spare key off of his computer stand and let myself out, making sure to slide the key back through the weird blue mail slot before I left. On my drive to the highway, I hit a local coffee shop and ordered a large twisted chocolate, mocha frappe.

  There was minimal traffic in Auburn this early in the day, so I should get to school on time for my 8:30 clas
s in Waltham. As soon as I arrived, I opened Photoshop, uploaded all of my project files, and stared off into space. It was so hard to concentrate, when all I could think about was Allan, and all the raunchy things we did last night. He may be asleep right now, but I decided to text him anyway.

  Me: What are you up to hot stuff?

  Lover: Working, call me on your lunch break.

  Me: Will do.

  At noon, I went into the lobby and called Allan back.

  “Hey, I can’t talk long but I wanted to invite you back over tonight. Jake’s throwing a party and you should be there.”

  “Of course I’ll be there.”

  “The party starts just after midnight, so don’t be late!”

  “Shit, that doesn’t give me much time to go home and change.”

  “It’s alright, just pack your bag and stay the weekend with me.”

  “Okay.”

  Wow a party and a whole weekend with Allan? That sounded heavenly. You couldn’t surgically remove the permanent smile I wore on my face all day after that call.

  I drove back to my apartment after my three o’clock class ended. I only lived about 20 minutes away from the school, avoiding the main roads. I told Lacey about the party tonight and forced her to help me decide on an outfit.

  “Allan’s brother Jake is throwing a midnight bash tonight and I need to look extra sexy.”

  “I don’t know how you do it, Alecia. You stayed out overnight last night, went to school today, and you’ll be at work til 10 P.M tonight. Then after all of that you’re going out again? You’re crazy.”

  “I know but I’m 24 and you only live once right?”

  “Right.”

  “So, should I wear this black short maxi dress with the dip in the back? Or this strapless red fitted dress with my big black belt around the waist?” Both complimented my figure well, but I really wanted to impress Allan.

  “Red strapless dress, with the black belt, and your black three inch pumps,” she said.

  “Perfect, you’re a lifesaver!” I packed it all neatly in my duffel bag, along with a few pairs of shirts, pants, and flip flops.