Page 19 of Taboo
Bastian dropped to his knees, peeling my shorts and panties off as he lowered, hands parting my thighs exposing my pussy for him. He ran his nose along my slit, smearing my juices across his face, inhaling my scent before latching his mouth over me.
I moaned loudly, fingers twisting in his hair as he devoured me like he was addicted. I could only focus on the way Bastian licked me deep, fucking me with his tongue before pulling back enough that he could slide two thick fingers inside me while he sucked hard on my clit.
Then he stood up, shoved his pants down, and grabbed his throbbing, swollen cock. God, he was big. Pre-cum beaded at the slit at the tip, dripping down his length to cover his palm as he jerked himself off.
“Fuck me. Stretch me wide. Own me.”
And fuck me he did. Shoving himself in my wet pussy, Bastian pistoned in and out of me, each stroke deep and slick and hitting just the right places. Pleasure built in me so quick I couldn’t utter a sound. And when he reached around and smoothed a finger over my asshole, teasing it with light circles, I came. Wave after wave rolled through me, my body jerking with spasms, my cum flowing down his dick like honey.
Not but a moment after me, Bastian tipped his head back, neck arching and straining, veins bulging with tension, and he came. Pump after pump filled me with hot, sticky cum. I rolled my hips against his, pulling more and more from him, sucking every last drop with my pussy.
When his orgasm waned, he collapsed and held me in his arms. We panted, both of us breathing roughly. He stayed buriedinside me and kissed my forehead, his fingers slowly tracing the back of my neck.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said with conviction. “We’ll figure it all out.”
I believed him because, for the first time in weeks, we had space to just be together. No eyes watching or voices judging.
Just us and, right now, that felt like everything.
14
JULIET
The cabin had started to feel like ours.
It had been a couple of weeks since we arrived, but the days had settled into a rhythm that felt surprisingly natural. Our mornings were quiet. I’d wake up to the sound of Bastian moving around the small kitchen and the smell of coffee drifting into the bedroom.
I would get up, throw on one of his oversized shirts, and walk out of the bedroom, finding a mug waiting for me on the counter, more cream than coffee with just a little sugar. The way I liked it.
We’d then sit at the small table by the window watching the lake wake up. Sometimes we talked, but sometimes we just sat in comfortable silence, his hand resting on my thigh like he needed the contact to believe this was real. Today was one of those quiet mornings.
I sipped my coffee and watched him across the table. He looked better out here, less haunted, less like he was carrying the weight of the world. His hair was still messy from sleep, and there was a smear of grease on his forearm from working on the old generator yesterday that wouldn’t come off in the shower. He caught me staring and raised an eyebrow.
“What?” he asked, his voice still rough with sleep, the corner of his mouth kicking up.
“Nothing,” I said, smiling a little. God, he looked good like this, all relaxed and shirtless. “Just thinking how different life feels. Being here with you, no one watching or waiting for us to mess up… it feels pretty damn good.”
He reached across the table and took my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in that slow, familiar way that always made my stomach flutter.
“Yeah, baby, it feels really fucking perfect.” He paused, his eyes softening as he looked at me. “I’ve actually been thinking… What if we bought this place and made it ours for real? It’s small, but it’s got everything we need. I could fix it up the way we want. No more worrying about who’s watching from the main house. Just you and me.”
He gave me a small, almost shy, smile. “What do you think about that?”
I blinked, surprised, but a warm flutter spread through my chest. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.” He leaned back in his chair, still holding my hand, still smirking. “I’ve got a shit-ton of money saved from my overseas jobs. I know the owner, of the cabin, and I know he’s willing to sell. I could keep working at the marina just to stay busy. There’s always boats that need repairs.”
“I can take online classes and help with the summer rentals at the dock when the season picks up again.” God… I didn’t want to go back to the city.
“We could make it work, baby. We could have a quiet life.”
I looked around the small cabin, stared at the worn wooden floors, the big window overlooking the water, and the tiny kitchen where we’d burned toast twice already this week. This cabin wasn’t fancy or big, but it had a small patch of land, a lakeview, and the idea of it being ours made something settle deep inside me.
“I love it here,” I said softly. “I love waking up with you and that we can just… be. But are you sure? You’ve always talked about how you never stay in one place for long. What if you get that itch again?”
He squeezed my hand tighter, his expression serious.
“I used to run because I didn’t think I deserved anything good. But with you… I don’t want to run anymore. I want to build something. With you. If you’ll have me.”
