Taste of the Forbidden

The contract was deceptively simple on paper, but life-changing in every line. A generous salary for both of us; Joe had insisted I come as his full partner, not assistant, and they’d agreed without hesitation. They weren’t kidding when they said they’d do anything to have him. Unlimited PTO, top-tier insurance, a ridiculous 401K match. We wouldn’t be millionaires, but Joe’s nest egg would finally be comfortable. Secure. Something he could actually breathe with.

Back in his soon-to-be-former apartment, I was reaching for his two champagne glasses to toast our future when he suddenly scooped me up in his arms, spinning me around in the small kitchen like we’d won the lottery.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” he yelled, pure joy vibrating through his voice.

A delighted squeal escaped me, followed by helpless giggles as the world spun. When he finally set me down, his hands stayed locked behind the small of my back, holding me close. We stared at each other; breaths coming faster, the air between us suddenly thick and electric. Then our lips crashed together in a hungry, **** kiss.

I gripped the back of his neck, pulling him even closer as our tongues met; hot, urgent, tasting raw excitement on his lips. My other hand pressed against his strong chest, feeling his heart hammering. His hands roamed, caressing my shoulders, sliding down my neck, then gripping my waist like he was afraid I might disappear.

When we finally broke apart, a thin string of saliva still connected our lips. We were both breathing hard, eyes locked, pupils blown wide with want. I bit my lower lip, heart racing, body already aching for more.

My back thumped softly against the kitchen wall as his hands explored me with growing hunger; sliding up my waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. My blouse was open in seconds, buttons scattering across the floor. His fingers made quick work of my bra, letting it fall away. I moaned toward the ceiling as his mouth trailed down; hot, open kisses along my neck, across my collarbone, until he captured one sensitive nipple between his lips. He sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks straight to my core.

I reached for his belt buckle, **** to feel him, but he caught my wrists; firm, dominant; and pinned them above my head against the wall. A knowing, wicked smirk played across his lips as he looked down at me, eyes dark with desire.

He dropped lower, kissing a slow, burning path down my stomach. His hands pushed my skirt up around my waist, then hooked into my panties, tugging them down my thighs. I lifted one leg, then the other, letting him slide them off completely. He tossed them aside and looked up at me, voice rough with reverence.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Irie…”

Then his mouth was on me.

His tongue slipped between my folds in one long, slow lick that made my knees buckle. I mewled loudly, one hand flying to his hair, the other still planted high above my head obediently. He licked me again; deeper, hungrier; tongue sliding inside me, tasting every inch of my arousal. I arched into his mouth, hips rolling shamelessly as he devoured me.

“Oh fuck… Joe!”

He lifted my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, opening me wider. I braced one hand against the wall, the other fisting tightly in his hair as he tongue fucked me; thrusting, swirling, sucking my clit with perfect pressure. The sounds of his mouth on my pussy filled the small kitchen, mixing with my broken moans.

An orgasm crashed through me; sudden, fierce, vision blurring as pleasure exploded behind my eyes. My thighs shook violently around his head, arousal flooding his tongue. He didn’t stop; licking me through every pulsing wave, drawing it out until I was whimpering and trembling.

He rose then, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me into the bedroom, mouth never leaving mine. I could taste myself on his tongue; sweet, filthy, intoxicating.

Behind that door, was tonight, and everything after.