Taboo The Collection (19 page)

“Grove?” she prompted, watching his jaw work, his eyes distant, seeing past her. “Am I in trouble?”

“No.” He focused on her again, smiling a little. “I just want to know. I need to know. Are you really a lesbian?”

This time it was the corner of Clara’s mouth that twitched in amusement. If he only knew! “No, Grover. I’m not a lesbian.”

“You swear?”

She nodded. “I swear. I like boys. I just don’t like…
those
boys.”

“Well…” He smiled, plucking her hand out of her lap again, blowing on her still-wet fingers. “You’re young yet. I’m sure you’ll find a boy you like one day.”

He bent to kiss her fingertips, pressing them to his mouth, and she marveled at their softness, rubbing them slowly against his lower lip. His gaze lifted and their eyes locked and Clara felt her heart thump in her chest, her stomach dropping to her knees. My god, when he looked at her…

“I already have.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Oh?” He swallowed, not moving her hand as she traced her fingertip over his lip, down his chin where stubble grew in that hypnotizing cleft.

She stood before him, not much room between them in the little bathroom, so she was directly between his knees. He looked up at her, his expression dazed, a little like he was drunk, although she knew Grover didn’t drink. Clara slowly, deliberately, began to drop her towel. His gaze followed the path of the fabric, pausing as she did before revealing her breasts. They were pretty, pink-tipped, generous but not overly so.

She heard him inhale sharply and the soft sigh of appreciation that escaped his lips encouraged her to drop the towel a little further, over the soft curve of her belly, below her belly button, pausing again at the top of her hips. His gaze was fully on her, right there, and he was so close she could feel his breath against the peach fuzz surrounding her navel.

“Clara…” His tone was a warning, but a weak one, and she knew it.

She dropped the towel entirely and stood nude before him. He’d seen her sleeping this way out in the haystack, had seen her running like a crazy person naked through the yard just twenty minutes ago, but this was different. Entirely different.

“What are you doing?” he breathed.

“Proving it to you.”

He blinked. “Proving… what?”

“That I like boys.” She smiled, running a hand through his sandy-colored hair, already bleached by the sun. “
Men.
More specifically…
you
.”

“Oh god, Clara.” He shook his head, his look desperate, trapped. “No… no…”

“At school, they taped a sign to my back. It said Cunning Linguist.” She laughed, flushing red. “I had to look it up.”

“Oh Christ.”

“They meant cunnilingus. It was a play on words,” she explained, unnecessarily. He clearly knew just what she was talking about. She could tell by the look on his face. “Oral sex. For girls. The funny thing is, I’ve never done that.”

“Never?” Grover’s eyes widened and he licked his lower lip as she ran her fingers lightly over his shoulders.

“No.” She shrugged. “I didn’t want to be like my mother. I tried that once. Didn’t like it.”

Grover cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“I lost my virginity two summers ago at camp,” she explained, starting to work the buttons on his shirt. He didn’t stop her. “He wanted to and I thought, what the hell? Why not? But I didn’t care about him… not really.”

She paused, remembering. She’d known about sex, of course. It was hard to live on a farm and not know how reproduction worked. They had done what came natural, but somehow, it hadn’t quite turned out the way she expected.

“Afterward, I felt…” She sighed, reaching his bottom button and pushing his shirt open to reveal the glorious sight of his chest and belly. “I felt empty. Still alone. And that’s when I understood how Mama could just leave, like she does. Like she did.”

“I’m sorry, Clara.” Grover grabbed her hands when she reached for his belt. “It shouldn’t be like that. It should be special. Beautiful. It should be with someone you love, who loves you.”

“I know.” She smiled softly, meeting his eyes, trying to show him with her look alone just how she felt. “That’s why I waited. For you.”

“Oh god, sweetheart.” He shook his head, clearing his throat, letting go of her hands and grabbing her hips, attempting, unsuccessfully, to push her away—there was no room. So instead he tried to change the subject. “Listen, are you hungry?”

“Not for dinner.” Her hands were free now and she reached down, daring him to stop her, and spread her pussy open at the top of her cleft, revealing the soft, pink inside. “Are
you
hungry, Grover?”

He groaned softly, watching her circle her clit with a fingertip. The sensation made Clara’s knees weak, and doing it here, right in front of Grover, made it feel even better.

“I rub it a lot,” she confessed breathlessly. “It feels so good. I rub it and I think about you.”

“Clara no,” he croaked.

She ignored him, closing her eyes, rubbing faster, a little faster still. “But I wonder what a tongue would feel like. It must feel so good. Does it feel good, Grover?”

“Yes.”

She opened her eyes to look at him, asking, “Have you done it before? Do you like it?”

“Yes.” He gulped, not taking his eyes off her pussy. She spread it wider for him and he groaned. “God yes.”

“You like the taste?” She lifted her fingers and brought them slowly to his lips. He moaned, shaking his head, but she insisted and he succumbed, letting her slip them into his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” He sucked gently on her fingers. “Sweetheart, you taste so good.”

“Do I?” She reached down, curious, rubbing herself again and then raising her fingers to her own lips this time. It was tangy and left a slightly metallic taste in her mouth. But she liked it. “Mmm. Do you want to taste me for real?”

“Yes,” he whispered, voice hoarse, expression pained as he watched her start touching herself again.

“Show me.” She guided his head toward her navel with her other hand, pressing it down, down. “Please. Oh please,” she begged. “Show me how good it feels.”

He groaned and—finally—finally gave in, grabbing her around the hips and lifting her so her bottom rested on the edge of the sink. He peeled his shirt off, sitting where she had been seconds before, perched on the toilet, and spread her slender thighs with his palms.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, starting at her knee and kissing his way upward. “Seeing you sleeping there today, I wanted you so much.”

She brightened. “You did?”

“I wanted to take you right then and there,” he confessed, rubbing his stubbled cheeks against her thigh, making her shiver.

“Oh, Grover.”

He groaned as he neared her pussy, inhaling her scent. “I have to taste you.”

“Yes.” She ran a hand through his hair, pulling him close, anticipating the sensation, thighs trembling. “Please.”

He parted her already-swollen pussy lips with his tongue and she looked down, watching more and more pink appear between the soft, golden curls of her pubic hair as he worked his tongue up and down her slit. He explored her slowly, making her moan in frustration. It was nice—very nice—but her clit throbbed, aching to be stimulated.

“Oh god your pussy is so fucking sweet,” he moaned, shifting his gaze upward, meeting her eyes as he fastened his lips over her, focusing just where she wanted him.

“Ooooooo my!” She squealed and giggled and then a heat began to spread through her pelvis as he licked, licked, licked, his tongue flat and soft and utterly delightful.

He paused to ask, “Do you like that?”

“Yes!” She urged, shifting her hips forward, wanting more of his mouth. “Oh yes, lick it, please! Do it like that!”

He groaned, parting her with his fingers and flicking at her clit lightly with his tongue. “You make me so fucking hard.”

“Show me,” she begged, reaching for him, but he was too far. He sat back, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans, shoving the denim down far enough to release his cock from his boxers. It was just as gorgeous as she had remembered.

“Oh yes,” she whispered eagerly, watching his fist move up and down the length. “Stroke it for me like you do outside in the shower.”

“Clara!” His eyes widened in surprised.

“I saw you jerking it for me,” she confessed, putting her feet up on the counter and touching herself, unable to take her gaze off his crotch. “I heard you call my name.”

“Oh Jesus.” Grover reddened, but he couldn’t seem to take his gaze off her crotch either.

“I touched myself afterward, remembering,” she confessed further, rubbing her clit in circles. Oh it felt so good, but it was nothing compared to the softness of his tongue! “It made me so hot.”

“Fuck,” he swore, his hand shuttling up and down the length of his cock faster now. “I want you.”

Clara let her thighs fall fully open, spreading her pussy lips wide. “Then shut up and make me come.”

He groaned and dove in, licking furiously at her little clit, and she thought she might die from pleasure. Her body reacted without any warning, shuddering and trembling, every muscle taut and growing tighter by the moment, with every pass of his glorious tongue.

“Oh! Oh!” she cried, lifting her hips off the sink edge to meet his mouth, far up into the air. Grover grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her hips and throwing her legs over his shoulders so he could bury his face against her flesh, and he stood with her like that, surprising her so much she squealed like a little piglet.

He didn’t say a word—he couldn’t—but he didn’t stop, mouth fastened tight, airless, over her pussy, his tongue lightning fast, driving her toward climax. She glanced into the bathroom mirror and saw he was holding her up with one arm. His other hand moved between his legs, jerking his cock in the same rhythm. His jeans and boxers were in a ball on the floor.

“Yes!” Clara grabbed onto his head, rocking on his shoulders, feeling her orgasm hovering, and worked for it. “Now! Now!”

She came with a force that shook them both, and Grover had to grab her around her hips with both arms then, steadying her against the wall as he mashed his face against her pussy. Clara shuddered, throwing her head back, and gave him everything, everything she had, everything she was, her pussy clamping down so hard she imagined if his cock had been inside her at that moment, she just might have snapped it in half.

“Oh god,” she whispered as he let her slide slowly down the wall into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the hard steel of his erection trapped between them.

“I want to be inside you.” That was all he needed to say. His mouth captured hers and they kissed for the first time. Clara moaned into his mouth, sucking the taste of her pussy off his tongue as he carried her across the hall, kicking open the door to his bedroom. He put her down on the bed, the same bed he’d shared with her mother, but neither of them remembered or cared.

“Wait,” Clara murmured as Grover poised himself above her. “Let me taste you first.”

He groaned. “Not for long. I can’t stand it.”

That just made her want him more. She rolled on top of him, sliding down the bed to kneel between his legs. His cock stood straight up, leaking pre-cum profusely, and she looked up at him as she touched her tongue to the tip, saw the darkening look of lust in his eyes. Slowly she curled her tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the slippery feel, the peppery taste of his pre-cum, before taking him fully into her mouth.

“Oh god, Clara.” He slipped a hand through her hair, watching her suck him. She was so desperate for him, a greedy little thing, suckling like the hungry calf they’d watched nurse for the first time that morning. Grover groaned, biting his lip and closing his eyes as she gave him a very wet, sloppy, exquisite blowjob, her lust matched only by his.

“I want you,” she paused to whisper, rubbing his cock against her lips, her tongue, her cheek. “I want you inside of me. Please. Fuck me, Grover.”

“Come here.” He reached for her and she went, melting into his arms, their kiss wet and heated, tongues and legs twining as they rolled together on the bed. He shifted her onto her back, parting her thighs with his, his cock pressed hard against her aching mound.

“Please,” she whispered, reaching down for him, but he caught her hand.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” she breathed. “Fuck me. Do it. Ohhh god yessss!”

He slid inside, her pussy already wet and ready for him, and she felt his whole body tighten, heard his sharp intake of breath.

“Okay?” she whispered, nuzzling his neck.

“Yeah.” He nodded against her shoulder, taking a deep breath. “You’re just… so… fucking tight… it feels… ahhhh… so good…”

He began to draw back slowly and he gasped again, propping himself up on his arms to look down at her, drinking in the sight with his eyes. She saw him drowning in it, felt the swell of his throbbing cock inside of her.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, touching his cheek. “This part doesn’t feel good for me anyway. You can come inside of me any time you want. I just like feeling you.”