Loathing Temptation: Be Tempted duet Book 1 (Lockgrove Bay)

by Caz May

  She’s about to turn away, so I grab her hand—pulling her down onto the bed—not letting her leave without some payback for coming into my room without knocking.

  Her whole body is stiff, but through her T-shirt, I can see her nipples hardening. She still can’t take her stormy eyes off of my dick.

  “You gonna help me, Temptress?” I taunt, smirking at her, and squeezing her hand still gripping mine.

  “Um. No. I. Um. Can’t,” she stammers, shifting a little on the bed.

  I’m fucking loving that I’m clearly getting to her, and just watching her reactions is making my dick throb more.

  God, I want her hands on me, her mouth taking my dick in to choke on it.

  Trying to get up her other hand brushes against my thigh, and she flinches a little accidentally touching the tip of my dick.

  Fuck, even that is good.

  Her eyes lock on mine, and she whimpers, her chest moving as she takes in a breath, and brushes her fingers along my length. My dick feels like it’s on fire, and I want to explode. Ash Jnr is going to combust if her hand doesn’t stop the sweet torture. I grab her hand, stopping her from touching me—even though her touch is absolute bliss—and I flash her a teasing smirk. “Temptress you’ve seen me, it’s only fair you show me your pussy,” I taunt, my hand reaching under the tiny skirt she’s wearing. I swear to god, she has no idea that the clothes she wears practically scream I’m a sex kitten, I dare you to touch me.

  She shifts a little again, biting down on her lip and again letting out a sexy moan when I run a finger over her pussy, teasing her through her knickers. They’re so wet, showing me my Temptress is turned on.

  I need to see her sweet pussy up close.

  “Stand up Temptress,” I demand.

  She doesn’t say anything and doesn’t stand.

  “Oh really, you gonna disobey me huh?” I taunt, grabbing the elastic of her knickers and yanking them off her. The fabric rips surprisingly easily and the force brings her body closer to mine.

  I scrunch up the knickers in a fist, sniffing them. And fuck me dead, I’m gonna crave the sweet smell of her pussy. And fuck do I want to taste her.

  I lift up her skirt to look at her pussy, and groan taking in the glorious sight. I didn’t expect her pussy to be anything but a full bush, so I’m shocked and excited to find a neat landing strip of hair. I can see her arousal, and I’m so tempted to slide a finger inside her. She’s looking at me with anticipation—and I want to savour that look—have her begging me to touch her, and taste her.

  Without warning, I push her away, and she stands up from my bed. I follow, pulling up my daks awkwardly. I mentally tell Ash Jnr I’ll attend to him later; whilst sniffing Tem’s knickers.

  I give her a smirk as she walks out, tucking her knickers in my pocket and I tug my t-shirt back on quickly so I can watch her arse as we head downstairs for dinner. It takes a helluva lot of self-restraint to not reach out and touch her arse, touch her pussy, knowing she’s commando in the shortest skirt known to man.

  At the dining table, we sit down next to each other. I look across at Ava sitting across from me, and she’s smiling like she knows something I don't.

  “Lovely, now we’re all here, Matias will you lead us in grace?” Mum says, softly, giving Tem’s dad a sweet smile.

  This happy family thing is bullshit. I don't want to act like I want to welcome Tempany and her dad into our lives. He’s obviously putting on an act for my mum, drawing him in by being Mr nice guy. But he left Tempany all those years ago, and her being here with him and acting like she actually loves him all seems like lies to me. Lies like Tempany not remembering taking my basketball. There’s only one other liar I hate more and that’s Fidel Castello, and we all know what a pathological liar and arsehole of epic proportions my daddy (not so) dearest is.

  Matias starts speaking, “Tonight we join hands.”

  I take Tem’s hand, leaving it resting on her thigh under the table. Her skin warms at my touch, and her breath hitches, her stormy eyes warning me before closing them as her dad continues, “And we thank our dear Lord for bringing us together as a family, and for this food we are about to enjoy. Amen.”

  My eyes lock on Ava’s, and we both nod and repeat ‘Amen’, not with our usual chant. She huffs like she’s annoyed at me, but I frankly don't give a shit.

  We start eating and Tempany yanks her hand from mine, staring at me as she starts to eat, but I don't move my hand from her thigh. Instead, I edge it higher, slipping it between her legs, almost brushing my fingers against her pussy. Mum eyes me with a smile.

  “What were you two doing upstairs together?” She asks with concern in her tone.

  I take a bite of my steak, gulping it down hard with the lump in my throat.

  “Just studying,” I reply, teasing Tem with a stroke of my finger against her wet pussy. “Tem was helping me study biology.”

  “Oh, that’s great, son. I’m glad you’re getting along and helping each other.”

  “Yeah,” I reply to Mum, removing my fingers from Tem’s pussy. She actually whimpers, and mum gives her a questioning look, before looking to her dad and nodding at him.

  “Tempany, honey, are you ok?” he asks with that bellowing fatherly voice.

  “Um, no, I’m not feeling well. Can I be excused?”

  “Of course, dear. I’ll come and check on you later,” Mum replies, too sweet and caring for my liking.

  I glare at mum. “I’m sure Tempany will be fine mum. I’ll check on her after dinner.”

  “Oh thank you, son, that would be lovely.”

  Tem stands up, smoothing her skirt down, to obviously not show her pussy to us all. Not that I’d mind seeing it again, and fingering her properly.

  She walks out, turning back to look at me. I smirk and wink at her, my back turned so our parents don’t see me put my finger into my mouth.

  And holy fuck.

  Tasting Tem’s arousal on my finger makes my dick instantly harden.

  Only the fact that I’m still sitting at the dinner table is stopping me from racing up to Tempany’s room to make her feel better with my fingers and tongue buried in her pussy.

  I’ve never had this reaction to just one taste of any girl. And I’m shit scared about what that means. Tempany is getting to me.

  Why can’t I just hate her? Why do I have to want her in all sorts of dirty ways?

  Twenty-Two

  Tempany

  Walking into Target, I feel a little overwhelmed by the winter clothes that have started to take over the shelves, even though it’s not even autumn yet.

  Flicking through the pretty long sleeved skater style dresses for my size, I’m taken aback when Lorena suddenly blurts out a question. “How it is living with your hot as hell nearly stepbrother?”

  I grab the dress in my size, admiring the dusty pink fabric dotted with flowers.

  “Um, it’s fine,” I mutter, biting down on my lip and heading towards the underwear section. I need some new knickers and bra’s but I have a feeling Lorena is going to make me buy the most unpractical underwear, just because.

  I pick up a lacy bra, putting it back before Lorena sees it.

  “He um…” I mutter, cutting my words off, and grabbing a cute lacy knicker and bra set.

  “He what girl? Spill!” Lorena screeches at the top of her lungs, so loud, I swear everyone in the entire store is now glaring at us. I grab her arm, yanking her away towards the change rooms.

  “I can’t tell you here.”

  Again Lorena’s voice is way too loud for being in the middle of Target. “Ooo, did you fuck him? And finally lose ya v-card?”

  “No, um,” I mutter, kicking myself for my lack of words as we sneak into the same change room at the very back.

  Lorena sits on the stool, an eager smile on her face. I hang the dress and underwear up. I’m not planning on trying them on, sure they’ll fit me. I look to Lorena then, who’s checking herself out in the mirror. She doesn’t tu
rn her head back to me when she says, “Tell me Te.”

  I feel giddy that she called me Te. And I honestly can’t believe I’m about to say the words that spill out of my mouth, “I um touched his dick.”

  Lorena stands up, her mouth agape for a moment.

  “Ooo,” she coos excitedly. “So you gave him a handy?”

  She’s so excited I feel silly for clearly being a disappointment and to innocent for my own good.

  “Well, no, he um didn’t you know,” I tell her, my cheeks aflame when I continue, “But I kinda showed him my vagina to.”

  Lorena laughs, playfully smacking my arm.

  “Ooo, dirty girl. And it’s a pussy or snatch. Or anything other than a vagina, Te.”

  I blush even more. “Um, I can’t believe I just told you that.”

  Lorena laughs again, before asking, “So have you kissed him yet?”

  “No, I shouldn’t have done anything,” I snap, a little angrier than I intended. “He’s my stepbrother, Lo.”

  She shakes her head and I wonder for a moment if she wants Ashton, even though she’s told me she’s not into him.

  “So? You want him don’t you?”

  I bite down on my lip, muttering through my pursed lips, “Well yeah. But he hates me.”

  “Whatever, Te. He wants you. And you want him. Just go for it.” Her words are demanding and I feel like I’m being told what to do. I can’t deny that the thought of kissing Ashton—and touching him again—excites me a lot more than it should. I’m getting that all to familiar tingly feeling, and my stomach is full of butterflies thinking about Ashton touching me.

  “Yeah um...I.” I cut my words off, unsure of what to say, or what I should be confessing to my best friend.

  “And wear this…” Lorena says, breaking my thoughts and holding up the lacy knicker and bra set. I blush.

  “Um if you say so,” I reply, turning the handle to head out of the change room.

  “Oh, I do,” Lorena says with a laugh following me out.

  We laugh together as we walk out to the registers and I decide to ask, “How're things with Zeke?”

  “Oh um yeah,” Lorena says a little ashamed, her head low, looking down at the floor. “We’ve fucked a couple of times. But he’s not exactly the boyfriend type.”

  I can tell her confession hurts. That she doesn’t want the words she’s saying to be true.

  “Yeah, maybe you should tell him that you like him?” I suggest with a smile, whilst elbowing her in the side.

  She looks up, smiling and replies with a laugh, “Buy these sexy knickers to promise you’ll seduce Ashton and I’ll think about it.”

  “Fine, but I’m not making any promises like that. I just happen to like these.”

  “Whatever you say bestie,” she jeers at me.

  After paying for my items we leave together, and my mind wanders to thinking about sleeping with Ashton, what it would be like to actually lose my virginity, and I don’t know whether losing it to Ashton is a good idea. He’s going to break me regardless, and one touch from him makes me feel like dropping dead.

  Anything else, and I’ll turn to ashes at his hands.

  Twenty-Three

  Ashton

  Every month I dread this day. And tell myself I’m a coward—every time—for even still entertaining his bullshit.

  I’m eighteen and I’m still acting like a child who has to do everything daddy tells me. I should just tell him where to go, to fuck himself up the arse, but the beating I’d endure after telling my father that would be agony, and worse than the agony of heading to the Castello castle. I still laugh at that—the name his house has around town—but it’s kinda true.

  Dad’s house is huge—especially for one person residing there—and it has turrets and about five balconies. I don’t remember much from when we lived there, having moved into the other house when Ava was two. Why Dad never sold it is beyond me and watching it come into view again at the end of the most prestigious street in Lockgrove Bay my stomach twists, and I feel like I’m going to chunder all over the inside of the Camaro—which would be mega shit—because I just got it detailed recently after Ava spilt her ice cream everywhere after our beach day out.

  The cast iron gates of dad’s castle open as I drive up to them, so it’s clear he’s expecting my arrival and that makes my stomach twist even more.

  These monthly check-ins are hell, and today I’m even more anxious because I need to put my little sister in the firing line to see if our dad actually has a heart.

  Parking the Camaro out the front, I cut the engine, getting out to find Dad standing on the porch with a whiskey in hand. He doesn’t say anything when I step up onto the porch, just nods at me as I follow him inside to the parlour.

  Yes, his ‘castle’ has a fucking parlour.

  He gulps down his whiskey, offering me one, which I decline, knowing he’ll not actually give it to me if I say yes anyway.

  “So, son, things seem good with your grades so far?” he says as a question like he doesn’t know the answer.

  “Yeah, I’m doing fine. Maths is fine if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “Good, keep it that way. And study extra hard for your exams. No basketball.”

  I scoff. “Yeah, sure dad.”

  He’s staring at me like he’s telepathically trying to will me to do what he wants. Sorry daddy, not going to happen.

  “So is there anything else you need to tell me? How’s Ava?” he asks pretentiously. He doesn’t give a shit about his daughter. And that’s confirmed by my next question. “Are you planning to do anything with Ava for her birthday?”

  He chuckles, a deep evil chuckle that makes my blood boil with anger.

  “I’m giving her a fucking car Ashton. Isn’t that enough?”

  “Right. So you’re not even going to see your own daughter for her sixteenth birthday?”

  “No!” he seethes, slamming his whiskey glass down on the bar top. “If she wants to see me, she knows where I live.”

  I know I shouldn’t say the next words, but they fall out of my mouth before I can stop them, “Come on dad. Don’t be an arse.”

  His anger boils over, and he’s stalking towards me, balled fists. “What’d you say to me boy?” he spits at me, his rage clear.

  “You heard me,” I snap back, berating him with my tone.

  I shouldn’t poke the bear, but he makes me so fucking furious.

  “Oh I heard you Ashton Oliver, and how dare you!” he snarls at me.

  He’s in my face, right in front of me. And he unclenches his fist, his arm raising up to my cheek in slow motion. I feel the contact of his open palm against my cheek when he slaps me, but the room feels silent.

  It’s wrong, but I poke the bear again, taunting him with threats. “Go on dad. Hit me again. Mum knows what you do to me. And I’ll tell Matias Davies too.

  “Oh no, you didn’t just threaten me, boy,” he taunts me, chuckling maniacally when he continues, “Matias fucking Davies doesn’t scare me. Your pathetic excuse for a mother can have him.”

  His words stab at my heart. They fucking hurt. His utter disdain for my mother, who he supposedly loved.

  “Pathetic huh?” I taunt, stepping back a little. “At least he doesn’t beat his own flesh and blood.”

  “You have no idea child,” he sneers at me, again with the chuckle. I’m a little taken aback by those words, wondering what he knows about Tempany’s dad. I know there’s some secret he’s hiding, lies that are hiding under the lovely caring dad persona he’s putting on whilst slipping into my family. I’m not having it and I’m not spending another minute with my own arsehole of a father either.

  I turn to walk out the door—without another word—but dad pulls me back, his grip so hard on my arm I screech in pain from the Chinese burn his fingers give.

  My head cracks back to glare at him, to beg him to stop and his stare is cold, evil and callous.

  “You need to watch ya mouth son, or yo
u can kiss the house, your car and your trust fund goodbye,” he bellows at me, his grip on my arm harder with each threatening word.

  “Yeah,” I snigger. “Bite me, dad. And fuck you!” I roar, spitting in his face as I yank my arm away, anger flaring.

  I back away towards the door, giving dad an up yours and go fuck yourself gesture before walking out. I get straight into the Camaro and gun it out the open front gate. I shouldn’t have done that, because Fidel Castello’s fury has no limit. And his threats are real. That I can be certain of.

  Twenty-Four

  Ashton

  The change rooms are empty when I slip out of the showers after practice.

  Zeke the dirty coward had pissed off home to shower in serenity as he put it. He only heads home to shower if he’s desperate for a wank, and honestly, right now I can’t blame him for that.

  I’ve been thinking about Tempany way too much, and Ash Jnr gets way too excited when thoughts of kissing and touching my stepsister spring to mind. I’m telling myself it’s because he hasn’t gotten any action—other than with my hand—since Fallon and I broke up two months ago, but it’s not that.

  It’s my temptress.

  She’d get any guy rock hard—without any idea—just from a look. And that’s without even a glimpse of her sexy as fuck body, her wide fuckable hips and tiny waist. Her body is made for sin, and I know I shouldn’t want to but I want to take Tempany to church, to worship her body and then confess all the dirty things I want to do to her.

  Once out of the shower, I go to grab my towel from the hook behind me, but it’s gone.

  Fuck, great.

  I quickly run around the change rooms, but there’s no towel in sight. They’ve all been taken for washing. Clutching my dick, I awkwardly hobble out into the locker area, glancing around to make sure no one is around. I’m nearly at my locker when I hear a giggle and feet scuffing on the tiled floor.