Forbidden Temptations (A Collection of Steamy, 18+ Tales)

I want you

GREALISH

I blinked as sunlight found its way into my room. The brightness pulled me out of sleep's grasp for a moment. For a second I thought I imagined something moving beside me.

Groggily, I opened my eyes, feeling more disoriented than ever as I noticed a mysterious woman lying beside me in bed. Confusion gave way to shock, and I leaped out of bed, scrambling to the edge of the bed. What the f**k?

"Cricket?"

She sat up, her wild hair resembling a bird's nest. She grinned mischievously, revealing an array of pearly white teeth. "Good morning, Grealish," she greeted, sounding far too cheerful for my liking.

A million questions ran through my mind in a split second. The most important questions were why the f**k she was here on my bed and how she had gotten into the damn room.

The sheets slipped away and I noticed she was naked, her small perky breasts pale and inviting. I knew I'd have to turn down the invite.

"What the f**k are you in my bed?" I stuttered, my voice sounding suspiciously high-pitched.

She can't be here. Not like this, I thought. The assistant can decide to drop in just to torture me. f**k!

Ignoring my panicked questions, she hopped out of bed, her demeanor oozing with nonchalance. "Isn't it obvious? I want you and now I'm going to get you."

I stared at her body lustfully even though I knew I had to find a way to get her out without being spotted. Her breasts cursed my mind with sinful thoughts.

She strolled over to me and ran a lazy finger along my chest. I trembled as her finger slid down in a slow, sensual motion.

"We have to—" I bit back on a grunt. "We have to find a way to get you out of here."

"What if I don't want to leave?"

I struggled against my sudden erection. "Cricket you aren't thinking straight."

Her voice was a whisper. "I know."

Her eyes dropped to my erection and she made a move to grab my c**k but I stepped back.

"Don't do this."

She came after me. Her eyes were balls of pure lust. There was no reasoning with her.

"Cricket." I gasped like a trapped animal.

She ignored me and finally grabbed my c**k. Her moan of satisfaction sent a shock wave running through my body.

The sound of a tap on the door made my erection disappear as quickly as it had come.

We stayed there for a moment frozen in shock, our eyes wide. It was like the knock had been a sound conjured by our guilt-ridden minds or maybe it was just my mind that had projected the sound on both of us because I was sure Cricket felt no guilt.

The knock sounded again as if to show us it was real. My heart slammed wickedly against my chest showing me I was nothing but a mortal being.

"Hide," I whispered before I turned to the door.

Every step I took to the door made me sweat and caused my heart to pound louder and faster. I felt my world crumbling, coming to an end and all I could do was to watch it happen.

I know it's her. It's the f*****g assistant. I knew she was going to show up. I knew it!

I opened the door halfway and saw it was the other one—Stormie. Her smile was friendly and sincere.

"Good morning, Grealish." She said with a bright smile.

It didn't help to know her sister was naked nearby but I forced a weak smile. "Hi, Stormie. It's a surprise to see you here so early."

"I'm sorry. I just thought I'd check in on you." Her apology sounded sincere enough but I feared she might have a much more sinister intent just like a sister but if she did then unlike her sister she was doing a good job masking it.

"It's fine. Though I must confess you caught me in bed." I mustered up a fake yawn.

She apologized again but didn't seem like she was about to leave anytime soon. "I thought I heard a sound."

Her words knocked me deep in my guts and I feared I must have lost my composure for a moment.

"As much as I hate to admit it, what you heard must have come from my phone. I was indulging myself in uhm—" I let the guilt show in my face.

She flushed in embarrassment. "Oh. I'm sorry for this. This must be awkward. I'll erm, go now."

I said nothing and was only glad when she turned around and left. I said a silent prayer of appreciation in my heart to a God I didn't pray to any longer.

I shut the door and locked it before turning around to find Cricket standing behind me. I felt sick knowing she hadn't hidden like I had suggested. What was she thinking? What would have happened if Stormie had offered to come in?

She got dressed and brushed past me, heading towards the door as if she owned the place.

"Wait! I have to make sure the hallway is clear." I cried out.

She spun around, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, Grealish, calm down. I'm not here because of any mishap. I'm here because destiny has brought us together, and it's going to be fantastic!"

Destiny? Fantastic? This woman had to be certifiably insane. She left the room and I thanked the heavens that she was gone.

Hunger drove me to the kitchen some hours later. I'd hoped to find the chef busy at work but instead, I saw Cricket. She cheerily grabbed a frying pan and held it up as if it were a stage prop. "Grealish. What took you long?" She said so casually. "I know you must be starving. Fear not! For breakfast, I shall create the most magnificent omelet known to mankind!"

I took a step back, observing her with growing trepidation. "What's wrong with you? You seem—different." My voice lowered as I added. "I still don't know how you made it to my room like a f*****g ghost."

She waved me off, the frying pan flailing about. "Oh Grealish, sometimes life's little mysteries are better left unsolved! Now, help me find the eggs, will you?"

With overwhelming curiosity, and a hint of fear, I looked for the eggs. As I rummaged through drawers and cabinets, she continued to regale me with nonsensical stories about talking squirrels and time-traveling teapots. Frankly, I wasn't sure if I had stumbled into an alternate reality or if I had been possessed by a mischievous spirit. Or maybe she had been possessed by something malevolent.

The day wore on, and Cricket became an omnipresent figure, popping up wherever I went: the gym, the in-built pool, and even the game room. She made a habit of pointing and laughing at me, leaving me feeling like the butt of some cosmic joke. Each time she caught me off guard, she seemed to thrive on my reaction, cackling like a hyena in the process.

Finally, in a desperate attempt to shake her off, I found myself sitting alone on a bench in the open, secretly hoping that Cricket would plague me with her presence yet again. But as the minutes ticked by, my hope dwindled. Sure enough, Cricket appeared out of thin air, plopping herself down right beside me.

"Cricket, can you just leave me alone? Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to deserve this madness?" I pleaded.

She grinned mischievously once again. "Oh Grealish, don't you see? I'm here to teach you a valuable lesson. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes it throws you an unexpected curveball. You've spent far too much time worrying about the mundane. It's time to embrace the chaos and find laughter in the absurdity of it all!"

What the f**k? She's crazy!

I mulled over her words, realizing that she had completely lost it. For the first time, I wished Estelle was around. I couldn't imagine dealing with a stuck-up secretary who only wanted to bring about my ruin and a crazy stepdaughter who wanted to f**k me so bad which would also bring about my ruin.

The situation seemed hopeless and the more I thought about a way out the more it became clear there was none. I knew I was f****d. The fuckery of my situation made me laugh.

I knew what I had to do. With newfound resolve, I stood up, looking Cricket in the eye. "You know what, Cricket? You're absolutely right! Let's embrace the chaos together! But first, can we agree to set some boundaries? No more surprise visits to my bedroom, deal?"

Cricket paused and I could see she wasn't expecting that. "Deal, Grealish, deal!"

"I'm leaving now," I said casually. If we were going to do this then I had to appear nonchalant at the very least. "Come in five minutes and knock twice so I'll know it's you."

STORMIE

I felt partially crazy for thinking it might not have been a terrible idea to offer my help when my hot irresistibly attractive stepfather hinted he had been wanking before I knocked on his door.

I take it back. This isn't partial madness. It's full-blown psycho s**t. What do you expect? He'll smile and step aside, "Why sure? I'd be glad if you suck me off, stepdaughter. How wonderful of you to have offered."

It didn't help to come to the realization I'd been thinking about it a lot since we arrived on the yacht. There was something so deeply sensual about the man that whispered into my subconscious.

It was like I had to f**k him to avoid an extinction-level disaster. Come to think of it that wasn't a bad excuse to f**k my stepfather. If only, I thought.

My thoughts aroused till I felt horny enough to f**k a priest. I decided I had to find Shaun for a little…entanglement.

I stepped out of my room and went straight for the quarter-deck. He was either going to be there or in his room.

My heart raced a little faster as I eagerly scanned the deck, hoping to catch a glimpse of Shaun. I needed his company so badly. My p***y needed him.

The gentle sea breeze tousled my hair as I strained my eyes and then I saw him. My heart skipped a beat, but as I approached, a strange sensation pricked at the pit of my stomach. He stood there, engrossed in conversation with another girl. She looked like she was a staff and judging by the uniform she wore, she looked like she worked in the kitchen.

A pang of disappointment washed over me as I observed them, noticing the familiar signs of flirting—the playful laughs, the flirtatious touches.

I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to approach or retreat. But my curiosity pushed me forward, hopeful that I had simply misunderstood the situation.

As I got closer, I tried to catch his eye, but he seemed completely absorbed in the presence of this other girl.

At that moment, my mind raced with questions. Was I horny enough to approach him while he was trying to get in some other girl's pants? If yes then how do I proceed without coming off as being desperate? The doubts swirled, making me question not only his intentions but also my judgment.

Feeling a mix of vulnerability and disappointment, I stood there, invisible to him.

Summoning some courage, I made my way towards them, trying to ignore the growing unease within me. "Hey," I said, my voice filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Am I actually doing this?

But as my words hung in the air, he glanced briefly in my direction before turning his attention back to the girl. His response was curt and dismissive. "Stormie. Can we talk later?"

His words hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me stunned. I stood there, speechless, unable to comprehend why he would suddenly brush me off so callously.

Feeling the weight of the reality of the situation unraveling before me settle upon my chest, I attempted to gather my thoughts. "But... I just wanted to spend some time together," I stammered, desperately trying to salvage the situation.

He shrugged dismissively, his tone cool and detached. "Sorry, but I'm too busy for that right now. Maybe some other time."

His words sliced through me, leaving me feeling irrelevant and insignificant. I stepped back, realizing that my presence was an unwelcome intrusion on his newfound attention. I felt like a f*****g clutz.

Fuck him! He can go f**k himself. I don't need him. My fingers can get the job done faster.

I headed back to my room resigning myself to satisfy myself until every s****l thought I had about my stepfather was gone.