Sweet Seduction

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by Anthology


  “Are you sure this is smart?” I looked up at him in wonder.

  “I want you to ride me.” He got onto the bed and pulled me on top of him.

  I looked down at him and closed my eyes. I guessed that it didn’t matter if I fucked him one last time. I gently started moving back and forth on him. His hands reached up and grabbed my breasts. He pinched my nipples hard, and I moaned. It felt dangerous and sexy being with him.

  The tip of his cock teased me for a few minutes before he grabbed my hips and pulled me down on top of him. I moved up and down on him quickly, enjoying the feel of him inside me. I’d miss fucking him. He was always hard. He always went deep, and I always came.

  I groaned as he grabbed my hips and moved me faster and faster on top of him. I found myself enjoying the deep thrusts of him inside me, and I was just about to come when I heard the door opening.

  “Oh, sorry,” a young female voice said, sounding shocked.

  I looked behind me and froze as I stared back at the door.

  “Jessie, close the fucking door!” Aiden looked up at her and shouted at her with such force, but she continued to stare at both of us with wide eyes.

  I stared back at her, wondering what to do, but it seemed like Aiden had no such worries as he grabbed ahold of my hips and started moving me back and forth on him.

  “What’s going on, Jessie?” A man’s voice joined Jessie at the door, but I didn’t turn around this time. If Aiden didn’t care, I sure didn’t, and I was so close to orgasm that I didn’t want to move.

  “Evan, take Jessie and get out of the room.” Aiden’s voice was angry, and I looked around quickly to see if his son looked shocked to see his father fucking another girl.

  That’s when my heart sank. Everything seemed to go in slow motion then.

  Aiden lifted me off of him and placed me on all fours. I felt his cock quickly slide into me, and he laughed when his fingers reached around to grab my breasts as I came against him. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to enjoy the orgasm that was exploding in my body.

  “Evan, get out of here,” Aiden muttered again as he exploded inside of me.

  Evan stared at us both with blank eyes as we orgasmed on the bed and then slowly closed the door. I kept my mind blank and tried not to allow the pain I was feeling to seep into my bones.

  “What is it you wanted to talk about?” Aiden fondled my breasts as we lay back in the bed, breathing heavily.

  “Nothing.” I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.

  It didn’t matter now. Not now that I knew that Aiden’s son Evan was actually Dominic. My Dominic had looked as shocked as I had felt. We had both been caught and I knew in my heart that there was no turning back from this moment.

  Chapter Six

  I suppose you think I should have left the house right then and there. Any normal person would have, but I’m not normal. A part of me was still in shock. I couldn’t believe that he’d seen me with his dad, and I also couldn’t believe that he had a girlfriend, almost fiancée. It didn’t seem real.

  How could he have a girlfriend if he’d been texting me all week long? I thought he really liked me. I always prided myself on being smarter than the average woman. No disrespect to any suckers out there, but the lies men tell usually don’t work on me. I know a bullshitter from a bullshitter. I’m not that average girl who sits in her room crying because her guy doesn’t call her or seems to be acting cold. I’m not that girl because I don’t care what the fuck a guy has to say.

  I don’t cry and I don’t complain. And I never get my heart broken.

  Pain is for those pitiful women who don’t know how to live without a man. I know I’m a hypocrite. But there’s one key distinction between me and most women—all I want is sex. Well, I guess I should say that there was one key distinction if the pain in my heart was anything to go by.

  I’m part of the ranks now. I’m pitiful.

  I was grateful that Aiden left the bedroom pretty soon after Dominic. He didn’t even know that we had a connection. Part of me was glad that he hadn’t realized that his son and I had had a moment. If I’d been thinking clearly and not preoccupied with my own drama, I would have noticed that he and Jessie had had a moment.

  It’s at this point that most people get hopeful. They think, ‘Ooh, Dominic will dump his cheating bitch of a girl, Jessie, and I’ll dump Aiden and we’ll live happily ever after.’ I already told you that my life is no fairy tale. I’m here to tell you that sometimes dirty-dog deeds follow dirty dogs in all different ways.

  At the end of the day, I haven’t been the best kind of girl. But don’t despair just yet. My story gets better and worse. Just not in the ways that you think.

  I’ll admit it now, though it’s something I’ve never wanted to admit. I was falling in love with Dominic. I guess, at the end of the day, I’m like every other woman. I want love. We can all pretend and hide it. Numbness can hold a lot of things in, but ultimately we were all made for love. Love love love. Just thinking the word makes me feel sick.

  I took a shower as soon as Aiden left the room. I scrubbed my body so hard. It was the first time I’d truly felt dirty during sex and that was due to the guilt. The guilt was due to his being married, though. All I could think of was his wife. His poor wife not knowing what was going on.

  Yeah, I was mad about Dominic, and I was pissed that he’d seen me riding his dad, but he knew that I had a boyfriend. If anything, I had more right to be mad at him. His lies and sweet talk had been nothing but acting.

  This is the point where you expect me to say that I dumped Aiden. I should have, right? I did feel guilty. I did feel ashamed. However, I also thought about my apartment and my bank account. I thought about my life and I knew that I’d just deal with the guilt. I told you I’m a cold-hearted bitch sometimes.

  That’s what Tom calls me. He doesn’t care if he hurts me with his words. He doesn’t, of course. I like it. Sometimes I have him talk dirty to me during sex. It turns me on more with him. He’d get a laugh out of the whole situation when I told him. I knew he’d been feeling out this last week as I hadn’t called him to come over once.

  As I walked out of the shower and into my bedroom, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I picked up my phone, texted Tom, and gave him Aiden’s address. I was going to have him come up and stay the weekend.

  I told you I was wicked. I thought it would be great fun to stir the pot up a little bit more, partly because I was angry and partly because I was jealous.

  Of course, Tom texted me back immediately. He was going to show up first thing in the morning. It was perfect.

  The moment I realized that I was just like every other sad girl

  About ten minutes after I stepped out of the shower, there was a knock on my door. I didn’t bother to get up and answer it. I didn’t want to see Aiden again tonight. The knock came again. This time it was louder and more insistent.

  “Can I come in?” Dominic’s voice was loud and insistent as he opened the door and walked into the room.

  “I didn’t say yes.” I didn’t look up at him.

  “So you’re fucking my dad.” He spoke the words softly and distastefully.

  “Don’t judge me.” I looked up then and cringed at the look on his face.

  “Did you know?”

  “How was I supposed to know?” I stared into his eyes as he walked closer to me.

  “I don’t know.” He shrugged.

  “So what’s your name? Dominic or Evan?”

  “It’s Dominic.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I was christened Evan Dominic, but I prefer Dominic. My parents prefer Evan.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “You’re fucking my dad.”

  “You’ve got a girlfriend,” I spat out, trying to ignore the jealousy stirring in my stomach.

  “Is that a problem?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and I wanted to slap him.

  “Would have been nice if you’d told me.”

  “Is he a good l
ay?” He leaned towards me so that I could feel his breath on my lips. “Do you think of me when he fucks you or do you think of him when I fuck you? Or do you fantasize about us both fucking you at the same time?”

  “You’re sick.” I slapped him hard across the face.

  “I shouldn’t be jealous, right?” He laughed bitterly. “I knew you had a boyfriend. I knew you were fucking someone else.”

  “Stop it.” I pushed past him, and he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back towards him. “Let go of me.”

  “I should have known you were a mistress,” he whispered against my hair as his hands moved up and down my back. “I should have known that the man you were seeing had a wife.”

  “Don’t do this,” I said, groaning as his fingers worked their way up to my breasts. “Dominic,” I moaned as he pinched my nipples.

  “I don’t know if I’m madder at you for doing this and ruining my family, or at my dad for cheating on my mom.”

  “You’re cheating on your girlfriend with me.” I closed my eyes and pushed my body against his. “You’re no better than me,” I muttered.

  “Jessie’s not the one.” His lips pressed down on mine.

  “And I am?” I whispered up at him, but he didn’t answer. Instead, his tongue entered my mouth and his fingers fell to my ass.

  “I want to make love to you.” His words sounded urgent, and I couldn’t say no.

  Part of me jumped at his words. He’d said ‘make love.’ ‘Make love’ meant something completely different than fucking. Maybe he understood that what I had with his father didn’t affect what we had together. His father meant nothing to me. Not when compared to him.

  “Are you sure?” I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

  “I need to feel you.” His lips crushed down on mine again and he pushed me down onto the bed. “I want to hear you moan for me,” he continued as his fingers roughly rubbed against me.

  “That hurts.” I pushed him away.

  “Then hurt me too.” His eyes flashed at me. “Hurt me, Saskia.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” I lay back as he stared down at me. His hands were pinning my arms down and I could barely move.

  “I can’t touch you.” He fell down on the bed next to me. “I can’t do it.”

  “You despise me now?” I whispered softly, more hurt than I’d ever been in my life.

  “I don’t despise you.” He looked at me for a second. “Do I think you’re a cheap bitch? Yes, but what can I say?”

  “Your words don’t hurt me,” I lied. “You’re not exactly a prince.”

  “You fucked my dad.”

  “I know. I was there,” I retorted. “Stop reminding me.”

  “Do I mean so little to you?” His eyes narrowed. “How could you?”

  “I’m not the one in the wrong here.” I sat up and pulled his zipper down. “I’m not going to let you treat me like a leper.” I quickly pulled his cock out.

  He was already hard, and I quickly dropped down to take him in my mouth. He tasted salty and briny as I sucked on him long and hard. I heard him groan as I took him as deep as I could. I felt his hands on my head pushing me down, and I knew he was close to coming by the way his body went tense.

  I quickly stopped sucking him and moved so that I was on top of him. I slipped my panties to the side and gently eased myself down on him. He stared up at me as I rode him slowly, enjoying the feel of him inside me. He grabbed my hips and rocked me back and forth on him. Neither of us spoke as I continued riding him. I increased my pace and bobbed up and down on him quickly. His cock felt like heaven as I moved and his fingers roughly played with me, bringing me closer to climax. I stopped for one brief second and he grabbed my hands as we both orgasmed at the same time.

  “Fuck!” he shouted as he came inside me fast and furious.

  “Oh, Dominic.” I collapsed next to him and stroked his hair as we lay there panting.

  He stared at me for a few seconds and sat up. “Thanks.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Oh, and I forgot to answer your question.”

  “What question?” I lay back and stared at him. I was still panting from the hot sex, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

  “When you asked if you were the one.” He jumped up and pulled up his zipper. “The answer’s no, I don’t think you are.” His eyes looked at me with a hint of anger and he turned away from me in silence.

  I watched him walk to the door with my face burning. I thought my heart was going to break in two, and I just lay there staring up at the ceiling. I tried not to think about anything, but I couldn’t stop a solitary tear from rolling down my cheek. It was at that moment that I realized I was just as pitiful as every other girl.

  ***

  There are two things you can do when you’ve been rejected. You can sit around and feel sorry for yourself. You can let your tears give you comfort. You can let the empty hole in your heart comfort you as you wallow in your nothingness. Or you get up and make them regret it. Because the secret is that you can make him regret it. Even if he’s the one who dumped you and made you feel bad.

  Men don’t like feeling like they’ve given up something good. Or something that another man wants. It’s the ego in them. Every man has an ego. Every man is human. You can always make them regret it. You just have to stop crying your eyes out before time runs out.

  That’s one good thing about me. I think with my head first. Well, I try to. I hadn’t thought with my head when I’d slept with Dominic again. I’d known it was too soon, but part of me had wanted to believe that sex would bring us back to that spot. That spot that felt like home. I’d been wrong. All it had done was made him think of me sleeping with his dad.

  I knew that was true because a part of me had been thinking about his dad while I had been riding him. I know that sounds crazy. Or maybe even sick, but I couldn’t stop myself. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s also not something I’m going to be ashamed of. Neither one of them was better than me. Neither one of them was a saint. In fact, all three of us were in the wrong. Yet, somehow, I was the pariah. All because I’m the female in the situation. Well, fuck that.

  I fell asleep pretty quickly after Dominic had left. I was too mentally exhausted to think about everything that had happened. And yeah, I felt like a slut. A tiny part of me felt like a big old rejected slut and there was nothing I could do to fix that.

  ***

  Tom arrived at seven a.m. the next morning. I was grinning as I opened the front door to let him in even though I was still tired as hell.

  “It’s seven a.m..” I groaned as we walked to the bedroom.

  “It sounded like you needed me urgently.” He shrugged.

  “How’s your girlfriend?”

  “It’s over.” He shrugged again and then frowned. “You okay?”

  “I’ve been better.”

  “I can’t believe you’re here at Aiden’s house.” He sighed. “Is his wife here?”

  “What do you think?”

  “Are you kidding me?” His eyes widened as we walked into the bedroom I was sleeping in. “This place is nice.”

  “Yeah, it is.” I grinned and walked over to the bed. “Now I’m going back to sleep.”

  “What?”

  “I’m still tired.” I snuggled into the pillow. “You can join me if you want.”

  “Is that a good idea?” His eyes lit up.

  “No sex.” I yawned. “I’m too tired.”

  “You’re never too tired.” He laughed.

  “Tom.”

  “Fine.” He flopped down on the bed next to me. “By the way, Natasha is worried about you.”

  “Why?” I snuggled into his chest. It was always comfortable being with Tom.

  “Why do you think?” He played with my hair and then rubbed my shoulder. “She thinks that you’re pretty close to a breakdown.”

  “What is she talking about?” I sighed and snuggled in closer to him. I felt his lips on my forehead, so
soft and warm, and I smiled. “I’m so glad you’re here, by the way.”

  “How glad?” He looked at me and smiled.

  “This glad.” I leaned up and kissed him.

  His tongue easily slipped into my mouth, and we lay there kissing for a few minutes. I closed my eyes and pictured Dominic. This was how I wished it were with him. Though I guess part of the allure of being with him was that it wasn’t so easy.

  “So why exactly am I here?”

  “You’re here because I want to make him sweat.” I grinned.

  “I thought you didn’t want Aiden to know about us?”

  “I didn’t, but everything’s changed.” I didn’t tell him about Dominic. “It’s not like he can say anything.” I grinned. “His wife is here.”

  “I don’t understand why you care about making him jealous.”

  “Do you care?” I sighed, annoyed at his continued questioning.

  “I’m curious.” His fingers cupped my breasts. “I want to know—”

  “Shh.” I placed a finger on his lips. “No more talking.”

  “What?” He laughed.

  “I’ve got an itch.” I raised an eyebrow, and he grinned.

  “Well, let me scratch it.” Tom knew exactly what I was talking about, and he eagerly crawled under the sheets and the duvet.

  I quickly pulled my panties down, spread my legs, and lay back. I wasn’t particularly in the mood for anything, but I didn’t want him asking too many questions. I didn’t want to have to talk about what had happened. Not yet. It still felt too raw and fresh. I still felt too cheap. And too used—something I had promised myself I would never let a man make me feel.

  Tom’s tongue felt warm between my legs and I moaned. His lips circled my clit and he sucked on it gently. I felt myself growing wet as he licked me eagerly. My fingers gripped the sheets as his tongue teased me.

  KNOCK KNOCK.

  I froze as I heard someone knocking on the door. I reached down and tugged on Tom’s hair so he would stop, grateful when he paused. I lay there silently, hoping that whoever was at the door wouldn’t come in.

 

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