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

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PAIGE

My body ached from the recent strain I'd gone through setting up this cruise. I craved rest and release but not in that particular order. I'd been so busy getting everything together I didn't even have time to breathe.

I had to keep a close eye on Grealish. He was dangerous but I was confident that I could handle him. At least now he got the message that I wasn't going to let him f**k around anymore.

Cricket was my biggest concern. She was a wild card and I had to focus on keeping her in line until Mrs. Estelle arrived. I had no f*****g idea how I was going to do that but I knew I had to get it done.

I plopped back on the luxurious bed and my body relaxed almost immediately. I remembered how not so long ago sleeping on a cold floor every night was normal. My joint would ache but only a little because I'd gotten so used to it.

It had been luck smiling at me that made my path cross with Mrs. Estelle. She liked me and offered me a job I couldn't refuse. The girl who had once been ugly and undesirable was now a woman worthy of a second look.

I knew Grealish started worse than I did. I'd gone through his file and it enraged me to know he was an ungrateful piece of s**t by being unfaithful and biting the same hand that picked him up. I couldn't understand why Mrs. Estelle chose to ignore his misgivings. It was a mystery to me.

My body sizzled with desire as I thought about him. About Grealish. He was despicable and I despised him but damn was he hot. He was a man built for one thing and one thing only—hot passionate sin. He had the looks and body to make any woman crave him. I couldn't imagine being married to a man that desirable. It would be f*****g torture seeing him close to other women.

My n*****s hardened and the heat in my body spread to my legs until I felt moist. I couldn't remember the last time I was aroused because I'd buried myself in work but experiencing it now felt so good. Too bad Stanley isn't here to get me sated. What I wouldn't do to have Stanley here.

Stanley was my boyfriend. He was the only guy who saw my beauty even when it was covered up in dirt and grime. When nobody else found me desirable only Stanley showed interest in me.

Then the idea dropped into my head. I should have thought about it sooner. It wasn't what I needed but it would have to be enough for the meantime.

I reached for my phone and dialed the number. Stanley picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, baby." His voice was crispy and clear.

I felt a hot wave go through my body. "Stan. Where are you?" I could hold my excitement in.

"I'm at the crib. Why?" He said, cautiously.

"Perfect." I moaned. "I'm switching to video now.

He was about to protest but it was too late. He appeared on the screen, shirtless.

I could tell he was lying down on our bed in the apartment I'd rented for us. I stared at his pleasant face and hairy torso. He wasn't a s*x god like Grealish but I was crazy about him.

"Is it me or do you look super gorgeous?"

As sweet as his words were, I brushed them aside. "Thanks, Stan. That's not why I called."

"Oh. Why then?"

I kept the camera focused on me while I used my free hand to push down my dress until my t**s were visible. His eyes bulged as he ogled my n*****s.

"Wow." His voice was thick.

"Do you like what you see?"

He nodded slowly, his eyes still focused on my thick n*****s.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Touch them."

"Which one?"

"Left."

I squeezed my left tit hard. It felt soft against my touch. A ripple moved through me as he watched me touch myself.

"Now the right one."

I did as he commanded. His eyes stayed on my body, unblinking.

My fingers drew circles around my n*****s, slow circles. He groaned in response.

"Are you hard?" I asked.

There was nothing special about his d**k but from experience, it was enough to get me there.

"A bit. I'm almost there."

"Show me," I said.

The camera shifted focus and I saw his hand moved into his pants as he struggled to get his d**k out.

It came into view and I noticed it wasn't even a bit hard.

"What the f**k, Stan? You aren't hard." I tried to get the disappointment out of my voice.

"I said a bit." He replied going on the defense.

"That doesn't look like a bit to me. That's full-on limp dick."

He gasped. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say here I am hot for you, touching myself like a f*****g moron and you aren't feeling a thing."

"I am." He said. "I'm feeling everything."

"I can't see it, Stan," I said feeling disappointed. "This was a mistake."

"No! No, it wasn't." His voice went up. "Let's keep going. I'm almost there. I promise."

"Alright."

I focused the camera on my t**s and moved lower till it settled on my wet p***y. I slid my thumb along and moaned. My p***y was burning hot and wet enough to sink a sailor.

"I'm so wet," I said, moaning. "So f*****g wet."

He stared at me, his face tight with lust and I could tell he was stroking his d**k.

"Are you hard now?"

He hesitated for a moment. I knew by the look on his face that he wasn't. I was about to tell him to go f**k himself when I heard the sound of the door open behind him. The camera jerked as he straightened up.

"Mother. Get out!" He yelled.

I caught sight of the elderly woman, her face pale in shock as she apologized and left the room.

What the f**k?!

CRICKET "RICKI" DANVERS

I fumed with rage thinking about how he had turned me down. It was obvious he wanted me but his fear of losing the comfortable life he enjoyed from being married to my mother was greater. I couldn't blame him.

His rejection didn't hamper my determination. If anything it made me want him more. I knew I had to apply a little more pressure for him to cave in.

"Oh, Grealish." I moaned.

My body burned with need and intense desire the deeper my thoughts about Grealish went. I had to get my mind off him or I'd soon become a miserable f**k. I could see myself viciously f*****g the doorknob attached to my door. Take a stroll or something for Christ's sake!

As I aimlessly wandered along the deck, I tried not to let my mind get consumed with memories of the recent confrontation with my stepfather.

His deep brown eyes haunted my thoughts. Memories of what could have been if he hadn't sent me out of his room and the feel of his hard c**k left me feeling empty.

Lost in my thoughts, I spotted my twin sister, Stormie, marching towards me with a fierce expression. Who s**t in her sandbox? I can't deal with this now.

"What's your problem, Stormie?" I scoffed, unable to contain the irritation in my voice. "Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy a moment of peace out here?"

Stormie's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Oh, sorry, Cricket. I forgot that everything is about you. Must be nice living in your self-centered bubble."

I clenched my fists, feeling my temper flare. "Well, at least I'm not constantly seeking attention like you. Always craving the spotlight, aren't you, Stormie?"

She took a step closer, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh please, Cricket. At least I'm not trying so hard to be a constant disappointment all the f*****g time."

I paused, feeling the sting of her words. They weren't supposed to hurt since I didn't give a f**k but it goes to show I'm human after all.

My blood boiled, fueling the fire within me. "You're so naive. Everyone sees through your fake innocence act. It's nauseating."

She froze long enough for me to see the slip up in her expression but it was momentary, there one minute and gone the next. "And you, Cricket? Where do I even begin? Your constant need for drama and chaos is exhausting for everyone around you. Can't you ever just be normal?"

I scoffed, my face twisted with disdain. "Normal? Coming from Miss Perfect, who thinks she's above everyone else. Newsflash, Stormie, nobody cares that you're the golden child. And don't think you're shitting anyone. Mom knows."

I was bluffing big time but her reaction told me all I needed to know. Stormie wasn't the Golden Child after all. There was a c***k in her armor and I knew I was close to ripping the whole thing apart.

"She knows?" Stormie gasped almost to herself.

"Hell ya. What do you think? You weren't fooling anyone." I said overplaying my hands while trying to figure out what it was. I had to know what got her so riled up.

Stormie's eyes clouded for a moment but she regained her composure, took a deep breath, and said, "Nice try. I almost fell for it but I just remembered you're a crappy liar."

Fuck. f**k. For f*****g f**k sake! I've lost it.

Just then I noticed something about her I'd missed earlier. The argument distracted me but now I could see it as bright as day. I could smell it too.

"Wait a sec." I moved closer to her and sniffed. "Did you f**k? You didn't, did you?"

She was about to deny it and protest but stopped. "That's why nobody likes you. You're just f*****g too much!"

My anger soared to new heights. Stormie knew just how to get me worked up. She was worse than a thorn in the ass.

The insults flew back and forth between us, each one stinging like a whip, tearing at our bond that died years ago when we were still kids.

Our voices rose with every word, the argument turning into an all-out war of bitter words and pent-up frustrations.

As the argument escalated, I looked into Stormie's eyes, searching for a glimmer of the sister I once knew. But all I found was a storm of anger and resentment. The connection we once shared felt irreversibly severed. f**k it and f**k her!

"Maybe we were never meant to be close," I spat, my voice filled with anguish. "Maybe we're just two strangers who happened to be born together."

Tears welled up in Stormie's eyes, her voice choked with emotion. "Maybe you're right, Cricket. Maybe we're just better off apart. At least then, we won't have to pretend to care about each other."

"I don't pretend," I said, my voice hollow. "I don't care if you end up in a ditch or something."

I don't know why I added that last part especially since I didn't mean it but it felt good seeing Stormie's face crumble.

I felt like a monster and I enjoyed it. I embraced my role as the villain they'd always painted me to be.

Stormie walked away leaving me there thinking about our argument. It had been silly and now that I thought about it, unnecessary but it opened my eyes.

I knew what I had to do. I wasn't an angel. I wasn't a good guy. I was a villain and villains were known for playing dirty.

Dark ideas festered in my head and I welcomed them, grinning. I knew exactly what I had to do.

You're going to be mine, Grealish. You just don't know it yet. You might as well tattoo my name on your c**k because when I'm done, my coochie is the only place it's going to ever feel safe in.