Forbidden Fruit...

"She was the reddest apple in the garden, the most tempting amongst the forbidden fruits, and I didn't need the serpent to convince me to bite her" - Daniel Saint

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"Well if it isn't JB!"

Both Jon and his girlfriend Mandy turned from the bar to face the voice. Mandy felt Jon stiffen when they saw a red head woman standing behind them.

"Sarah! It's um, well it's been a while." Jon replied, as he leant in to give her an awkward half hug and peck on the cheek. "Uh, this is my girlfriend, Mandy." He quickly added, and gestured to Mandy who stood beside him as she assessed this stranger. She had called him JB, so she was someone who knew him well. But Mandy didn't get the feeling it was an ex girlfriend.

Mandy also felt the scrutiny as the other woman looked her over in that way that two women often did. She hated that it made her feel self conscious in her dress and she had to resist the urge to adjust it. Mandy had brought it for this wedding a few months ago and hadn't bothered to try it on again until this morning, only to find it a little tighter than it had been.

"Nice to meet you Mandy." Sarah smiled, her voice light, as she held out her hand for Mandy to shake. There was something about her smile that made Mandy uneasy and she hesitated to shake it a moment too long so Sarah let her hand drop. Mandy expected her to look offended, but it seemed to make her smile wider as her eyes flicked back to Jon. A look passed between them and Mandy felt like there was some kind of secret she wasn't being made aware of.

They continued to exchange pleasantries. Mandy, and Jon, learnt that Mike, the groom, whom Jon worked with, also happened to be one of Sarah fiancés cousins, hence why she was also at the wedding.

"So is Ben with you?" Jon asked, looking around.

"Oh no, he's away at the moment. Due back in a month..." She said as she went on to explain he was in the marines now.

There was a hush that seemed to fall over the room as people stopped their chatter and all eyes went to the woman who had just entered the room.

Mandy watched her as she made her way through the crowd, eyes still followed her as the chatter began again. She wondered if it was the woman's beautiful, and slightly exotic look, with her sun tanned skin and dark hair that had people's attention, or if it was that statement of a dress. It's dark teal colour standing out amongst the pale colours of the other women's dresses around them or the incredibly daring front that showed more than it covered.

Glancing up at Jon, she was surprised to see his jaw clenched and his body rigid. He was staring at this woman with a look she couldn't quite place before he turned back to the bar.

"And there's my plus one..." Sarah laughed, her gaze flicking to Jon's back. "Hey beautiful." Sarah greeted her friend with a hug as the other woman came to stop by them.

"Sorry I'm late, the drive was crazy. I've left my suitcase in the car for now. Il take it to my room after the service." She returned her friends hug, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. Her features weren't delicate, but they were just as striking.

Evie stood, letting Sarah step back. She caught the playful smirk on her best friends mouth. The look she always got when she was up to no good.

"Hi..." Evie turned to Mandy, flashing her a warm and genuine smile.

Mandy looked at the woman, mouth slightly agape. She was still taken aback by Jon's reaction and his sudden avoidance of this woman as he stood with his back to them. She looked at him again before looking back at the woman and saw her smile had gone as her eyes fixed on Jon's back. A cold look now in her eyes.

"Jon." She finally spoke. Relieved to hear no hint of a crack in her voice. Finally, Jon turned to face her. A torrid of emotions flickered over both their faces. Mandy looked at Sarah, who seemed unconcerned by the sudden tension engulfing them all, in fact she seemed almost amused by it all.

"Evie..." Jon's voice faltered slightly. His hands clenched in his pockets, the urge to reach out and touch her overwhelmed him in that moment.

**

"Hi," her voice was as tantalising as the rest of her. It held a slight accent that he'd not heard before. There was minimal seating left in the coffee shop, so he had suggested they share a table and he'd been surprised when she'd agreed. Instead of sitting opposite him, she'd chosen to sit next to him on the bench seat.

He was too aware of her. The subtle hints of a perfume that lingered on the skin of her neck. The heat of her leg touching his. The way her fingers brushed so slightly against his arm when she spoke.

How had this stranger intoxicated him so quickly. He found himself staring at her mouth, when he wasn't staring at her rack, her lips full and dark without a suggestion of lipstick and wondered if they were soft to kiss.. and how they'd look wrapped around his cock. He had tried to banish those thoughts but they kept coming, causing a stir in his trousers he wished it wouldn't.

But it was her eyes that would stay with him, and go on to haunt his dreams. They were dark, so dark they were almost black and they held every emotion she felt. Right now the mischievous glint did little to calm his raging hormones.

He'd walked her to her car. Surprised to find someone as dainty as she was, driving such a big car. She hadn't waited for him to make the first move. Instead she'd stepped forward and gripped his T-shirt, pulling him closer as she pushed up onto tiptoes to kiss him. Her fingers finding the bulge in his trousers as her tongue found his...

**

Jon was thrown back into the memory as he stared at Evie. Even after two years she was still as intoxicating as she had been when they first met. A year with her had changed him, the year without her had changed him more.

"We should go." Mandy's voice finally snapped him back to the present. He glanced down and saw the irritation on her face. He watched as she settled her gaze back on to Evie, hostility seeped from her pores as she guided him away.

The ceremony had been lovely and now they were sat for the wedding breakfast. It was Sod's Law that Jon and the woman he was with would be seated with her and Sarah and a few others who didn't seem to belong to any group in particular. Judging by their body language, Evie guessed they had had an argument and if Sarah's grin was anything to go by, it wasn't just Evie who had noticed.

Jon tried not to look at her during their meal. He could feel Mandy tense beside him, their earlier fight still fresh in her mind, and his. But Evie was sat right opposite him. He couldn't help but memorise all the changes since he had seen her last. Her hair was longer, even though she had it pulled back into a ponytail, he could tell it was no longer a bob around her shoulders. Then there was that bloody dress which left nothing to the imagination.

Not that his imagination needed any help. He remembered every inch of her with crystal clear memory.

**

Her laugh was as infectious as the naughty glint in her eye as she pulled him down the alleyway that ran between the club and shop next door. She stopped suddenly, turning to face him, pushing herself up onto her toes as she brushed her lips against his.

Her kiss deepened as her fingers tugged at his hair, enticing him to her. He didn't resist, he never could. He kissed her back as desperate for her as she was for him, hearing her soft moans as he kissed down her neck.

His hands pushed the hem of her little black dress up to her waist, the growl emanating from his chest when he realised she had already slipped her panties off.

"You'll be the death of me!" He whispered in her ear as she undid his jeans.

She slowly sunk to her knees, her tongue running along his length as she looked up at him. His moan deep as she took him deep into her mouth.

He pulled her up to her feet and lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he entered her. He held her pinned with her back against the wall, his thrusts slow, deep as she whispered in his ear. Telling him how good he felt, how much she needed him...

**

"Jon!" Mandy's voice pulled him back to the moment. The memory still lingered, wrappings its claws around his cock as he willed himself not to get hard. There was no way to hide it in these trousers.

He risked a glance at Evie, watched how she was talking to the man next to her, watched the attention he gave her and the way she smiled, giggled as he edged closer to her. He remembered how that used to be him and he felt anger burn, but also, surprisingly to him, he felt a twinge of something else, a primal need to mark his territory, to take her from this man who clearly wanted her too. The idea made his cock twitch again.

Evie closed her eyes as she leaned back against the wall. The muffled sound of the disco inside filled the night air as she allowed herself to relax. Too many men had wanted to dance with her, too many hands skimming over her ass or touching the bare skin of her back as they stood to talk to her. She had slipped outside and snuck around the back to get some peace.

With her eyes closed, images of Jon watching her flashed behind her lids. The look of anger as he watched her dance or talk with a man. She had to admit it had given her some satisfaction. After the way he had left her.

**

She had known, even before she had watched him kiss the blonde on the doorstep, watched as she giggled her way down his front steps, that it was over between them. She hadn't wanted to believe it! He had glanced up, caught the sight of her stood by her car, the look of hurt on her face. He hadn't tried to explain, he had simply turned away, closed the door and she had never heard from him again.

**

"Evie..." his voice echoed through the painful memory.

"Go away Jon!" She sighed, not opening her eyes. Not wanting to see him. Seeing him meant remembering and she didn't want to do anymore of that.

The silence hung in the night.

"What do you want?" She finally asked, reluctantly turned to face him.

"To apologise I guess." He muttered.

Evie shook her head, not wanting the argument. She took a breath and went to push past him. He grabbed her arm as she did and pulled her back in front of him. Stepping forward so his six foot frame trapped her between his body and the wall.

"Just listen to me!" He growled. He caught her hand as it came up to slap his face. His eyes flared with anger as he pinned her hands behind her.

"Fuck sake Evie." His voice low, dangerously low. It sent a spark of something through her, and he watched as her lips parted, saw the memories as the flashed behind her eyes. Her body reacting on its own as it pressed against his, needing his.

His lips pressed against hers hard, there was nothing gentle about the way he claimed her mouth with his own now. One hand moved up her arm and into her hair. He tugged it hard as his other slipped inside her dress, cupped her bare breast and squeezed it hard, drawing a moan from her lips.

Her hands moved to his hair. PHer mouth opened to welcome his kiss. Everything else forgotten.

"Evie." He whispered against her lips. That one word held so many questions.

Jon spun her around roughly and pressed her front to the wall as he pushed his body against her back. His hand moved to her throat as he bit slowly down her neck. His finger slid into her mouth and she sucked on it. Memories flooded him again as he remembered her mouth around his cock.

Evie felt him pull her dress up to her waist. He pushed the thin fabric of her thong to one side before he entered her hard, fast.

"Fuck!" He growled in her ear. His fingers gripped her hair as he moved his hips. His thrusts were punishing. Distant voices could be heard but neither of them seemed to care.

She reached round to try to reach him, but he grabbed her wrists and held them at the small of her back with just one of his huge hands. He stepped forward, using his weight to press her flush against the wall, he moved his hips harder. Her hips slammed against the wall and she knew she would be left with bruises tomorrow.

"Jon?" A voice called out in the distance. Mandy.

The idea of her catching them was enough to push Evie over the edge. Her whole body began to shake as she let out a cry. Jon clamped his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.

"Bastard!" He grunted as he forced his hips to slow, reluctantly he withdrew from her and stepped away as he tried to push his cock back into his trousers.

Evie turned to face him. Her hair a mess from his hands, her lips bruised from his. She gave him a wicked grin when they heard his name one more time. She pulled him to her and kissed him. His hands on her body, his cock throbbing to be back inside her. Jon summoned all his willpower to step back again. Evie watched with a smirk as he disappeared into the darkness.

Mandy snored beside him as he lay awake in the bed. The amount of alcohol she had consumed acted as a sedative. She had tried to please him when they got back to the room. Clumsily, she had undressed him, encouraged his hands to undress her. She had kissed him before she had pushed him on the bed and had taken his cock into her mouth, something she usually refused to do. He had tried to enjoy it, but as he closed his eyes, he found images of Evie flooded his mind. Memories of the way she would eagerly take him into her mouth whenever she could. The thoughts had hardened him.

He had kept his eyes closed, picturing her face, remembering her mouth. Tried to pretend the mouth that worked his cock was hers. At one point, he had forgotten where he was and when he'd grabbed Mandy's hair and tried to push his cock further in, she had gagged, pushed him off and swore at him. He'd quickly gone flaccid. No amount of her stroking him had encouraged it back to life and she ended up going to bed angry and him without a release.

Jon slipped from bed, he grabbed his joggers and a T-shirt and with one last look back, he snuck out the room.

Evie wasn't asleep. She was sat up on the double bed alone, reading her book. Insomnia was not her friend. The light knock at the door didn't come as a surprise.

As she opened the door, Jon took in her long tanned legs and then realised the shirt she was wearing for bed, had been one of his. He stepped inside without being invited, kicked the door closed behind him. He grabbed her waist and pinned her to the wall, kissing her hard. She responded without hesitation as she kissed him back and pulled his t-shirt off as he pulled off hers.

He knelt at her feet and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He kissed the inside of her thigh before he leaned in and ran his tongue between her lips. He felt her whole body shudder with pleasure. Her fingers gripped his hair as he found her clit with his tongue.

"Jon!" She breathed, her desire climbed quickly, as it always did with his mouth on her.

Jon brought her to the edge then stood, leaving her cursing him. Her eyes were wild. When she went to touch herself, to finish herself, he grabbed her arms, and spun her around, grabbing the belt from the dressing gown hanging on the door, he wrapped it around her wrists, feeling her struggle. A slap to her bare ass made her squeal but she stopped struggling.

He wanted to punish her. She had woken something in him that he had tried for the last year to forget. One glimpse of her, one tryst in the moonlight had made him remember the kind of sex he needed, the kind that Mandy wouldn't give him. When he turned Evie back to face him, he saw the lust in her eyes, the smirk on her face because she knew, she knew because she needed it too.

He pushed her to her knees, his fingers in her hair as he pushed his cock into her willing mouth. She sucked eagerly as he moved his hips. He didn't close his eyes, he watched as he moved between her lips. Her eyes focused on his, her tongue driving him crazy.

Evie could feel he was holding back though. His thrusts reserved as he fucked her mouth. She knew why too. He was angry. He was angry with her and he was still on the edge from not cumming earlier. He was trying to keep himself in control. She began to suck him harder, pushed her head forward to take more of him in her mouth. Jon felt his control slipping and when she moaned and sent vibrations down his cock, he lost any shred of that control.

With a curse and a growl, he lifted her quickly and threw her onto the bed. Face down. He pulled her ass up and knelt behind her. He grabbed, his swollen cock and pressed against her dripping hole. As he grabbed her ponytail, he thrust forward and slammed into her, filling her fast.

Evie let out a loud cry, the pleasure rocking her as she struggled against her binds. A slap landed on her ass cheek. Jon slammed his cock into her, over and over. The occasional slap on the ass sounded above her incoherent moans. Leaning over her, he gripped her hair and pulled her up right, so her back was flush against his chest as he wrapped his fingers around he throat. He whispered in her ear as he continued to thrust. He didn't even stop when he felt her whole body spasm with her orgasm.

As she fell forward onto the bed, he pulled out, spun her around so she was on her back.

"My hands." She begged, at first he ignored her, lifting her legs and sliding back inside her. He moved slower, wanting to hold of his climax. He held her legs to his chest, watched her tits as the rocked back and forth with every thrust.

He leaned forward, his hands going beneath her to free her restraints as he sucked on her nipples. Her hands finally free her fingers were instantly into his hair, tugging it free of its small ponytail. He kissed up her chest to her neck. He hovered over her, neither of them spoke as he held himself inside her.

Evie pushed his chest, encouraging him on his back as she straddled over him. He watched her face as she lowered herself onto him again. The way her eyes rolled, her lips parted as he filled her. She was just as tight as he remembered. He watched as she began to rock.. Her hands flat on his chest, his gripped her waist. His hips lifting to push himself a little deeper with his roll of hers.

He reached up to grab her tits, her nipples hard against his palms as he fondled her. He rolled them between his fingers, tugging and making her moan. He felt her hips move faster, grinding into him. Her breath coming fast now as her skin flushed. Jon loved to watch her take him, watch as she lost control. The moans, noises tumbling from her lips as her nails dug into his chest. The pain made him harder. He spoke to her now, his voice low, as he encouraged her to go faster, take him deeper.

Jon's hands moved from her tits, to her hips and to her throat. All the time his words made her skin hotter. Her need greater.

"Please." She begged. Her resolve on the edge as she tried to keep herself in control.

Jon gripped her hips again, pulling her down as he lifted his hips. Her clit found his groin and he watched as she lost her grip on reality. Her hips moved so fast, her breathing hard as she cried out. Her orgasm hit her then, her whole shaking as she fell onto him. He grabbed her hips and held her on him, lifting his hips to do all the work as he felt his own climax building.

Evie felt he cum with a roar. His cock swelling and pulsing inside her as she lay lifeless on his chest. She felt his movements slow, until the stopped. But he didn't pull himself out of her so she felt him soften inside her until he slipped out.