A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale #1) (5 page)

Jess flashed him a small smile. "Thanks."

"Well, I'll leave you two to it," Robert
said, giving Davis a small nod. "We'll talk later."

When his office door shut and it was only he
and Jess, Davis had to fight the urge to rip her clothes off and
pound her pussy right then and there.

Luckily, Jess flicked the lock.

"You look even more beautiful than I
imagined," Davis said with a mischievous grin. His eyes scanned the
tissue thin pink fabric that teased, clutching her curves as she
sashayed to his desk.

Davis tilted his head upward as Jess planted
a kiss as soft as a whisper on his lips.

"That's so much sexier coming from someone
who doesn't make my skin crawl," Jess laughed, scooting onto the
edge of his desk.

Davis bit his lip as his hand slid up her
skirt, making a hot trail to her tight pussy. He didn't even ask
before he shoved her panties aside and sunk his finger inside her
satin cunt. She was sopping wet.

Jess let out a gasp of shock, followed by a
moan as he pulled out the finger.

Davis scanned her face. "Is this okay?” He
knew that usually there was more romance, more prep work. But he'd
been thinking about filling all her holes all day long. He hoped
she was game for something a little more carnal. He didn't want
candle lights and making love...he just wanted to slam his dick in
her pussy.

She didn't disappoint. "Don't ask," she said,
her voice thick with desire. "Just fuck me."

In a flurry of fingers, he dropped his pants
then turned Jess around. As she gripped his desk, so willing and
eager, Davis pushed her skirt to her waist, revealing her perfect,
golden ass. He slid his hand over the cheek as he shoved his cock
into her dripping pussy. There was no preparation or warning. He
was a savage warrior staking his claim by force.

It was a struggle to keep his cool and not
release moans that would rattle the windows as he crashed into her,
shoving his thick dick as far as it would go...and then a little
farther.

He grabbed her long blonde hair in his fist
and pulled it back as he rode her, her subdued meows just making
him pump her harder.

As his speed became frenzied, Jess' moans
echoed around the room. Without thinking, he released her hair and
clutched his hand around her mouth.

Her gasps of pleasure were muffled but they
rang clear in his groin. His dick had never been this hard. He knew
he could fuck her sweet cunt for hours.

But a closed, locked door led to curiosity,
and in this case, curiosity could kill his career. While he wanted
to plow her until his legs gave out, he had to quell his
passion...but not until he felt her lips around his cock.

He pulled out and smacked her ass, surprising
Jess and himself with his tenacity.

"Get on your knees," he said hoarsely.

She obliged, looking up at him with her wide,
crystal eyes.

Without another word, he steered his engorged
cock into her open mouth. She gagged on his rock hard meat but he
just fucked her face, his fingers in her hair as he guided her to
absolution.

"Oh god," he said, his body quaking as he
reached the apex of pleasure. He held his mouth open in a silent
screech of passion. He unloaded in her mouth and she took it all,
licking the head of his cock with her expert tongue.

An aftershock rippled over him as he caressed
her face. His baby didn't wanna miss a single drop.

He brought Jess to her feet and kissed her
deep. He wanted her to taste how much he needed her. He wanted her
to know that when he was with her, nothing else mattered.

"God," he said, his voice unsteady. "You're
amazing."

Jess flashed a smile that made his heart
flutter in his chest. "Not as amazing as-"

Something flashed across her face and with
surprising strength, she shoved past him, reaching for his
wastebasket.

Davis watched in horror as vomit spewed from
her mouth. Jess's back shuddered and spasmed as she clutched the
side of the basket, emptying the entire contents of her
stomach.

When she was finished, she wiped a hand over
her mouth. "I'm so sorry, Davis. I think I've got some sort of
bug."

"Don't apologize," Davis said, buckling his
pants. "I'll get someone in to clean this up then we'll go over to
Dr. Whittaker's."

Davis punched a button on his phone. "Can I
get maintenance in my office a.s.a.p.? And clear my schedule for
the rest of the day."

Chapter Ten

Consequences

Jess sat in front of Creighton Falls, the
student housing complex where Clay lived. Her mind was going a
million miles a minute, but the question at the forefront was what
the hell was she doing here?

She'd told Davis that she had a big paper and
had to camp out in the library. His eyes had gone wide at the
possibility of 'stacks nookie', but she'd shot him down, telling
him that the doctor insisted she take it easy.

She counted the small blessing that Davis
hadn't raised her. First off, it would be sickeningly disturbing if
she was getting it on with a guy that changed her diapers, taught
her to ride a bike etcetera. The second was the fact that even at
18, her mother insisted upon going back with her to the exam room.
Luckily, Davis had given her privacy and barely even asked what
went on.

Not that she would have told him. She wanted
to extricate the knowledge from her own head. It was impossible. It
changed everything.

And it led her to this rundown complex where
she made sure she hit her lock and cast wary glances around her as
she pushed up the stairwell. It led her to a guy that was hardly
best boyfriend of the year material, and quite possibly mentally
instable.

She only had to knock once before Clay ripped
the door open.

The look of guilt and embarrassment on his
harried face made Jess soften. Maybe he wasn't so bad after
all.

She gave an awkward wave. "H-hi." She let out
a gasp of surprise as Clay wrapped her in an uncomfortable bear
hug. He stunk of weed and Corona.

"Oh baby," Clay breathed into her hair. "I
don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry."

Jess extricated herself and maneuvered
through his dirty apartment. Boxers, textbooks, and empty wine
cooler bottles were splayed about, creating a collegiate minefield.
She found a small spot on the couch that was untouched and lowered
herself.

"I'd uh, rather we just forget it ever
happened," Jess said, forcing a smile.

Clay nodded like some overeager, oversized
puppy. "Okay. That's fine."

With a scoop of his muscular arm, he cleared
off a spot beside her. He flipped his Creighton ball cap and licked
his lips.

"So, how are classes?"

Jess shrugged. "They're alright I guess."

"I know what you mean," Clay sighed, leaning
back. "I can't fucking wait for fall break."

"Yep," Jess said shortly, fingering her
dress.

"And how are things otherwise?" Clay asked.
"With you and your dad?"

"STEPdad," Jess corrected, avoiding his eyes.
"They're fine."

"Cool," Clay said slowly. "That's good." He
pulled off his cap and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I'm
really glad you texted me Jess. I'm glad you're giving me a second
chance."

"Uh huh," Jess said absentmindedly, picking
at a nail. The last thing she wanted was a second chance with Clay,
but there was another thing he offered. Distraction...and a thick
cock.

Cutting through the bullshit, Jess reached
over and started unbuckling Clay's jeans.

"Whoa," Clay laughed. "What are you
doing?"

She didn't even bother looking up. "What does
it look like I'm doing?"

Clay cleared his throat. "I don't want you to
think I'm not down, but maybe we should talk a little. I don't want
you to think-"

"Do you wanna talk and think?" Jess cut in as
she unzipped his pants then shimmied out of her skirt. "Or do you
wanna fuck?"

Clay said no more as he leaned back, letting
Jess take the wheel.

She took his hard cock in her mouth, shoving
it down her throat until she saw stars. She knew she was making
inhuman sounds as she moved her mouth up and down his erect shaft,
but she didn't care. She didn't want to feel anything.

Once his cock was so hard that she could see
the veins pumping his red hot desire, she climbed on top of
him.

She let out a gasp of pain as his cock ripped
inside her. It was like the seams broke and a puff of dust streamed
out.

Clay looked at her, concern coloring his dark
eyes. "You're, uh, not very wet.” He started to pull out. "I can go
grab some lube."

Jess slammed him back down, her fingers
digging into his shoulder. "No. Just fuck me, Clay. Fuck me
hard."

His cock was still solid as a rock, but she
could feel his discomfort. She wasn’t having the time of her life
herself. Inside she was sobbing. Inside, she was dying.

But she just silenced it all and just kept
riding his cock, willing her pussy to listen, to lubricate. She'd
make it happen...whether it was pre-cum or blood didn't matter to
her.

After a moment, she could feel her body
adjusting and doing what it was made for as she arched her back and
closed her eyes. She let it all fade away and lived in this
instant. His cock was so hot in her tight pussy. It felt so good
inside.

His moans became labored and she knew he was
close. It was too soon. She needed more time!

"Don't come yet, baby," she begged, slowing
her hips to methodical, teasing motions. "I need more. I have to
have more."

Clay shook his head as he winced. "I can't
hold it. I'm coming, Jessie. I'm coming right now."

As his cum filled her pussy, Jess felt the
anchor pulling her back down. Away from the euphoria. Back to
reality.

"Sorry," Clay said peevishly. "Maybe if you
could give me a few minutes-”

"Don't bother," Jess said icily, pulling off
him. She froze when she saw the circle of blood between Clay's leg,
and a trail of red pooled near her groin.

Clay lurched to his feet. "Jesus Christ,
Jessica! You bled all over my couch."

Jess swiped the blood with her fingers,
entranced by the sight of it. "I guess my period started."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Clay erupted,
his fists balling. Zero to sixty in no time flat.

Jess squealed as one of his fists collided
with her jaw. She staggered back into his island and let out a
screech as she fell to the floor. She rolled into the fetal
position. "Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me." She
repeated it like a mantra, hoping he understood on some level. She
felt her heart rate normalize as Clay let out a sigh of
disgust.

"Just get the hell out," he growled.
"Now."

Jess grabbed her skirt and booked it to the
door, bracing herself on the stairwell rail after Clay slammed the
door behind her.

With shaky hands, Jess began pulling her
skirt on. When she stood up, an intense pain rippled through her
groin. It reminded her of the cramps she got when it was her time
of the month, but focused on her lower back. She gripped the rail
to steady herself as another wave of agony washed over her.

Her first thought was to call Clay. If he saw
something was wrong, he'd help, right? But a bitter sting where
he'd hit her joined the chorus and she started down the stairs. She
could be dying and she refused to ever ask him for a damn thing
again.

She moved slowly, her appointment and the
cause of her nausea screaming in her head. She shook her head and
kept moving, pushing through the searing torment, finally making it
to the first floor.

Cringing through the discomfort, she drew the
eye of two girls checking their mail. The first nudged her
companion who turned to look at Jess.

"Are you okay?" the first asked, taking a
cautionary step forward.

The second's eyes went wide. "Oh my god!" she
gasped. "Look at the front of her dress, Maddy!"

Jess decided she might as well too. An
expanding circle of red stained the front of her skirt.

"Davis loves this skirt," Jess winced through
the pain, taking a step forward. Suddenly, it felt like she was
weightless, walking on air. She realized after a moment that the
girl, the one named Maddy, had moved to her side and was steadying
her.

"Call 911!" Maddy shrieked.

"M-miscarriage," Jess slurred, her eyelids
drooping. "I'm having a miscarriage."

Chapter Eleven

Reality

Davis was so close. His hand shook as he
moved up and down his throbbing member, remembering how he fucked
Jess. He'd just bent her over and taken her, screwed her juicy
pussy with his eighty year old temp secretary right outside his
door.

His grip tightened as he pushed to the edge.
Her cunt was so sweet and untarnished. He wanted it to be his. Only
his.

And then the phone rang.

Davis let out a groan and swiped the phone.
The number was one he hadn't seen in months. And like then, it
struck fear at his very core.

He pulled his cell to his ear. "Hello?"

His face fell. No. This couldn't be happening
again. He wanted to throw the phone across the room and shatter it
into a million pieces. He couldn't bear to hear those words again.
"Y-yes. Jessica Lenore Capshaw. I'm her stepfather." He let out a
whoosh of air when he realized that he wouldn't have to pull out
his black suit. "I'm coming. I'm coming right now."

He pulled up his briefs and then his pants,
swiping his cell and keys as he breezed out the front door.

It was Creighton Memorial...Jess had some
sort of accident and was at the ER.

He tried to remain calm as he weaved in and
out of traffic. He didn't want to think about what his life would
be like if he lost Jess too. That life wouldn't be worth
living.