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

Risking it

STORMIE

I looked out to the sea, feeling the salty breeze brush against my face as we sailed through the ocean. It was one of my mom's yachts, 'The Queen's Serenade'. It was a beautiful vessel.

I left the gym because there was nothing more excruciating than watching Cricket flirt with Grealish, the stepfather we had just been introduced to less than 24 hours ago.

As I strolled along the deck, I noticed a tall figure standing near the quarter-deck. He had a confident stance and an aura of adventure surrounding him.

I approached him thinking he would make a fine distraction. I needed a distraction badly.

His name was Wilson and he was the Captain. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties with dark hair.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Stormie." He said.

He looked like a nice guy. I had my share of nice guys and I wanted to try something different. No more nice guys.

Wilson showed me the controls and explained what they did while I pretended to pay attention to what he was saying.

The stinger came when he told me about his boyfriend and how they had been dating for a while. I thanked him for the tour of the quarter deck and left.

"Wow. Where did you come from?"

I turned around to see a cute black guy watching me. His brown eyes and the smile on his lips sent tingles through my body.

He introduced himself as Shaun, the first mate of our yacht. Although I had seen him around before, we had never had a proper conversation.

Curiosity piqued, a smile forming on my lips. "How about you give me a private tour of your quarters."

He lost his composure for a moment stunned by my bold move but his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Sure thing, girl."

We talked a bit while he led me through a corridor below deck. "Here we are." He said stopping in front of a door.

He opened the door and we walked into a tightly packed yet comfortable room. The high bed and window view of the open sea was a game changer.

"It must be awesome living here," I said, taking everything in.

"Aye, it truly is," Shaun agreed, leaning on an upright chair. "Sailing on these waters never fails to remind me how small we are in the grand scheme of things."

I chuckled at his philosophical observation. "Well, perhaps being small is liberating. It means we have the freedom to explore and discover. There's always something new hiding on the horizon, don't you think?"

Gabriel's eyes locked with mine, a flicker of intrigue dancing within them. "I think I'm about to discover something new hidden."

I turned to face him, my heart racing beneath my chest. "You think so?"

He took a step closer and reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers gently. "Come here."

Just touch me,’ I whined, arching impatiently against his hand. I couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over my folds.

My head reeled back. "God, yes. Don't stop now."

He did it again, his fingertip slipping between my thighs and rolling over my wetness. He parted my walls with two fingers and found my c**t, rubbing it in small circles. Small slow circles.

I cried out against his neck. The smell of his sweat so close numbed my senses. Everything faded. Time and space had no meaning anymore. All that was left was his touch. His finger dug into my pants.

We stumbled carelessly entrapped in our lust until we found the bed.

Two fingers worked their way into my p***y, and my eyes rolled back into my head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over my neck down to the swell of my breasts. I struggled to get my buttons off because my dress was going to hinder the journey his tongue was embarking on.

I couldn’t prevent my hips from rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Oh God, I was riding his hand.

My hands tangled in his dreads. My body was coiled tighter as the pressure heightened. Grasping at his fingers, so wet now I could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into my p***y.

He leaned down and kissed my breasts, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing my clits. He knows what he's doing. Destroying me like this. Oh, f**k!

His free hand scooped my hair and his tongue mirrored the actions of his fingers.

My legs began to tremble as I pushed hard against his hand. He slowed the movement of his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink and then goes harder.

Our clothes came off in a hurried s****l tug of war. I gasped at the length of his hard c**k.

I grabbed his hair and dragged him down, pressing all my delicate, lush curves against his body. His body was hot and damp from the exertion of finger f*****g my brains out.

My p***y was wet and open, ready for him, begging for him as I spread my legs and reached down to grab his c**k.

In his ear, I whispered, "f**k me."

I screamed out. "f**k me, please. Please, f**k me."

"I'll f**k your brains out." He said with a devious smirk.

He reached out for a strip of condoms, ripped one open, and managed to roll it on his hard c**k.

With every thrust, his handsome face crunched in a twisted grimace. The feeling was intense as he slammed into me over and over, deeper with every thrust. I wanted to see his c*m face.

"Oh shit." He grunted "Shit."

My t**s jerked back and forth from the impact. The sound of his thigh slamming against mine and my tortured moans was all I could hear. Hot tears left my eyes.

His c**k hit my sweet spot and I felt my walls explode. Everything exploded and I reeled back from the intense orgasm as it racked and vibrated through my entire body.

"I'm cumming." I cried out in pleasure.

He pulled closer and whispered. "This is only the beginning."

GREALISH

Her words echoed in my head. Her subtle seduction had taken a sharp turn into a full-blown invitation. What are you going to do about it?

My c**k throbbed like a hungry savage fiend ready for absolute destruction. I could take her here and now just—

Are you crazy? The moment you touch Estelle's kid you can kiss the hotel goodbye. The bar too.

"That was fun," I said, my voice hoarse like gravel. "I think I'll hit the showers now."

The look on her face was one of shock and disbelief. Even I couldn't believe I'd said that s**t. My legs felt like steel as I walked away. My c**k protested.

"You did the right thing," I muttered to myself. "Believe it."

I returned to my room and plopped on the bed for a moment before stripping. A cold shower would do a world of good.

My mind stayed on Cricket as the water touched my flesh. The droplets were her hands moving on my body, sliding lower.

I shivered when I remembered how it had felt to have her ass press against my crotch. I would have taken her then and there.

She's dangerous. More dangerous than the cocky assistant.

But I wanted the danger Cricket offered. The forbidden lust and the risk attached to it were intoxicating. Knowing everything was on the line was a gamble I couldn't resist.

"Cricket." I moaned as my c**k hardened.

She came clearly to me as if she was there. Her green eyes glowed with lust, my c**k responded. She was smiling at me. It was an invite I couldn't refuse.

I blinked and she smiled at me. Her pale body looked like whipped cream ready to be licked.

It took a while for me to realize this wasn't part of my imagination. Cricket was really there.

She moved closer, her eyes keeping me frozen in place. The water sizzled as it touched my flesh. I was burning up with lust.

"Cricket." I managed to say through the lump in my throat.

"Don't speak." She said, taking a sleek finger to her lips. She rolled the finger on her lip and sucked it slowly, taunting me to the brink of insanity.

I stared at her small breasts and dark thick n*****s. Her flat belly and broad hips. Her waxed p***y dripped for me.

The will to fight was ejected from my body and soul. My c**k grew and she gasped in excitement.

"Can I feel it?" She said in a soft voice.

I struggled, fighting an internal war I knew I couldn't win. This was seduction at its maximum.

She didn't wait for my answer as she squatted and wrapped her finger around my c**k. I jerked unconsciously to her touch. s**t!

"This is just as I imagined it would be." She moaned.

Hot blood rushed to my c**k at the realization she had been thinking about it. She had been thinking about f*****g me.

Her hands felt cold and tender as she jerked my c**k back and forth. I felt the walls spin around me, lust threatened to toss me into oblivion.

I thought I was mentally prepared for what she was about to do yet the sweet sensation of her lips wrapping around my c**k emptied the air in both my lungs.

What are you doing you fool? Stop her now! She's going to be the death of you.

"Cri—Cr." The sound refused to come out of my mouth.

"Cricket," I said, my voice was muffled.

She didn't stop. She didn't pause. Cricket hungrily slurped on my c**k sliding it into her mouth.

My voice shook as I tried again. "Cricket. We can't—"

Who was I kidding? We can and we will if I don't do something to stop it now. The window was closing. It was now or never.

I pulled away from her, my breath coming out in sharp painful jerks. My chest felt like it was about to explode with my heart in it.

The disappointment on her face chilled me more than the water from the shower. She stared at me with a blend of emotions coloring the beautiful contours of her face.

"I want this," I said, my voice hoarse. "I want it like I've never wanted anything before—"

"But."

"But we can't."

Her eyes grew wild as she asked, "Why?"

"I'm your stepfather. That means I'm married to your mother." I said as if that was all the reason in the world not to f**k her.

"It's 2023. Stepdads f*****g their stepdaughter is the most popular category on pornhub."

"But—"

She stood to her feet, her face was red with fury. "You're a real man. I want you to f**k me like a real man."

"I can't do that to your mom."

"Bullshit!" She sneered. "You're just scared of losing everything because she owns you."

Her words burned me because of how true it was. Estelle just had to snap her fingers twice and I'd go back to being a nobody. No. I couldn't risk it.

"Don't tell me you're satisfied being one of her toys."

I shook my head. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" The venom in her eyes stunned me. "You have to make a choice. Are you a man or are you just another one of my mother's belongings?"