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

by Caz May

  Stepping up behind the couch, I take in a deep breath and softly say, “Hey Ashton.”

  He turns to look at me, pausing his game. There’s a massive lump in my throat. And I’m about to bolt from the room and throw the ball at him in a crazed panic.

  Why did I think this was a good idea?

  He smiles at me. And I’m practically a puddle on the floor.

  “Hi Temptress,” he purrs at me, making my heart pound even harder.

  He eyes the ball, looking at it and then up at me. Swallowing the lump in my throat I blurt out, “I got you a new basketball.”

  I go to hand it to him, but he laughs. And then stands up from the couch. He’s angry for some crazy reason and leaning against the back of the couch he’s in my face and seethes at me, “Who fucking cares, Tem. Giving me this now doesn't make up for taking my ball ten years ago.”

  I feel the tears sting my eyes. And when he glares at me, cutting into me with his intense gaze I’m crying. And I’m angry now too. I was only trying to be nice. To apologise, make amends for something that’s obviously caused him pain, but he’s too much of an arse to care. I’m regretting the words I wrote on it with black sharpie now.

  “Fuck you, Ashton!” I scream at him, throwing the ball at him and running up to my room without giving him a moment to respond.

  Ashton Castello just stomped on my heart.

  Why do I love him so much?

  Forty-Four

  Ashton

  The basketball is at my feet, and picking it up I notice the words she wrote on it in black sharpie.

  A pang of annoyance hits me that she wrote on a brand new basketball, but actually reading the words is a kick in the guts and the damn feels.

  I'm sorry Ashton. Forgive me. Because...I remember why I took your ball that day. And I love you. Tempany xxx

  In between my palms, I squeeze the ball hard, emotions rushing through me that I’m to scared to feel.

  It’s anger, frustration, lust and fuck, ‘love’ maybe.

  Holding the ball under my arm I charge up the stairs, barging into her room without knocking on the door.

  She’s lying down on her bed, sobbing.

  Heading towards the bed, I ask, “Tem do you mean it?” The words come out much calmer than I thought they would, considering my heart is about to burst out of my chest. Why does she have me in fucking knots?

  “Of course I mean it, Ashton,” she says softly, sitting up on the bed and locking her teary eyes on mine.

  God, I actually hate seeing her like this, broken because of my selfish words. And I’m tongue-tied...she’s in love with me.

  Fuck.

  I have nothing to say. What is there to say?

  I love you too.

  No, I can’t say that.

  Tem breaks my silence, still glaring at me, but this time her eyes are darker, as though anger is flaring up inside her.

  “But what does it matter? You don't love me.”

  Dropping the ball, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration I stalk closer to bed, screaming out, “How the fuck do you know that Tem? You in my damn head?”

  She bites down on her lip, in nervous panic and mutters through her teeth, “I…um...no...but...you…”

  “I what, temptress? Spit it out!”

  She doesn’t say anything and my anger flares.

  I need to calm down. I’m going to say something I regret.

  I’m about to walk out the door, when she stands up, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, and pulling me against her body.

  Against my lips, she whispers, “It’s ok. I know you don’t love me. But please, kiss me, Simba.”

  Fuck, fuck and oh fuck.

  When she calls me that I want to combust. It gets to me so bad. I’m her motherfucking lion, and fuck, I...I might be in love.

  Nah, but who am I to deny her a kiss?

  Brushing her hair back, and tucking a stray strand behind her ear I softly say against her lips, “I’m sorry Tem. Thank you, for the ball and…” I cut my words off, pressing my lips to hers.

  And just the soft touch of her lips against mine is enough to send my whole world into a tailspin.

  Electricity, longing, lust, every emotion known to man is coursing through my veins. And Tem moans against my lips, deepening the kiss.

  Oh god help me, I’m falling.

  She pulls back, yanking at the hem of my T-shirt to pull it over my head.

  Helping her, I discard it, throwing it on the floor by the basketball.

  She sits down on the bed, and I lay over her, looking down at her and the emotions reflected in her stormy eyes that are drinking me in.

  Her finger brushes over my abs, down to my v-line and she giggles. “You’re sexy, Simba.”

  “Oh really, temptress?”

  “Yeah,” she replies with a giggle that sends a jolt to Ash Jnr.

  “Well, temptress,” I say softly, caressing her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

  She bites her lip in her sweet nervous way. And I’m worried I put my fucking foot in it. But then she softly mutters, “Really? You think I’m beautiful?”

  I lean down, so our lips are a breath apart. “So fucking beautiful, Tempany.”

  And I don’t let her reply, crashing my lips against hers in a hungry ‘you’re mine’ kiss.

  Her legs wrap around my arse, pulling me closer and our hips—and my dick and her pussy—rub against each other.

  As we kiss, she moans, pulling me under, and I want to tear her clothes off to touch and kiss her everywhere, to make her mine completely. But before I can even suggest that, she’s pulling back, panicking and shoving me away.

  “Ashton, we have to stop. We can’t.”

  “Why the hell not, Tem?”

  “Because our parents are due to be home any minute.”

  “Oh shit, fuck,” I mutter, glancing towards her open bedroom door. I head towards it, to close it, telling her, “I’ll just close the door. No biggie.”

  But she shakes her head at me. “No, we can’t. Dad told me he had something to show me this arvo.”

  “Oh right. Well, um…I,” I stutter walking out, even more confused about my feelings and worried about what her dad needs to show her.

  I still don’t trust the guy. But he’s making my mum happier than she’s been in years.

  And Tempany is making me feel happier than I have in years too, but the fact is we can’t be together, because of our parents who speaking of are coming in the door, arms full of groceries the very moment I descend the stairs.

  Mum looks at me questioningly, and I realise I forgot my shirt in Tem’s room.

  Fuck. Might as well go to hell now.

  Forty-Five

  Tempany

  It’s well and truly dark, getting close to ten when I sneak into Ashton’s room. Heading towards his bed, I hear him groan and ask, “Ashton, are you awake?”

  “Yeah, Tem. Can’t sleep.”

  I probably shouldn’t but I get into bed with him. And I’m surprised when he murmurs pulling me against his body to cuddle me.

  “You ok, Temptress?” he asks softly, kissing my forehead.

  “Yeah, but we need to talk.”

  “I know,” he murmurs, shifting so we’re facing each other. He props himself up on his elbow, looking at me in the glow of moonlight coming in from his window.

  Sighing, I take in a deep breath to calm my nerves, my racing heart.

  This moment feels more intimate than the kisses we’ve shared.

  “So, before I left there was this man. He was kinda my mum’s boyfriend and he...he used to touch me inappropriately after he had sex with my mum. It was horrible, and I…”

  Ashton brushes a hand across my cheek.

  “Tem, that’s horrible. Is that why your dad left?”

  “No, dad left before that because of mum’s drinking. But the day I took your basketball, when we left Lockgrove Bay Mum was running from that man because he hit her, and she was sober for once,
so she panicked.”

  “Oh, fuck, Tem. I’m sorry I had no idea.”

  I can see the hurt and the sincerity in his eyes. And maybe a hint of something else, but I don’t let myself even think that Ashton might feel anything like that for me. The possibility of getting my heart broken, despite his sincerity now is still real.

  “And Ash,” I say softly, grabbing his hand that’s resting on the bed between us. “I only took your basketball because I wanted something to remember you by. I didn’t mean for it to hurt you or get you in trouble.”

  “I know Tem, but it did,” he tells me, his eyes locking on mine, tears stinging them. “Dad beat me so hard that day because it was like the fifth basketball I’d ‘lost’ and I blamed you, hated you for that. And when you came back...I...I wanted to hate you, and hate your dad for leaving you.”

  “I’m sorry Ashton. I honestly had no idea. I shouldn’t have taken it.”

  “It’s the past, Tem. Honestly. If it wasn’t that my dad would have beaten me for something else. You know he still does that. And I should be apologising. I didn’t want you to be in my life or your dad. Because I didn’t want him to be just another arsehole who leaves my mum, and me and Av’s.”

  I’m taken aback for a moment, gulping down the lump caught in my throat from Ashton opening up to me. Everything makes sense now, and I’m heartbroken.

  “Yeah, he’s not an arsehole. He just made a bad choice to not take me with him,” I say, squeezing Ashton’s hand I’m still holding.

  “Yeah, Tem. I get that. And I’m honestly sorry I thought the worst.”

  “It’s ok,” I mutter, “It’s the past. Everything, even all the stuff with the horrible man is the past, and it’s ok now.”

  He shakes his head at me, pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead. My insides melt.

  “It’s not. Nothing that happened to you is ok, Temptress.”

  He’s looking at me with longing, maybe even something else and I’m sure he can hear my heartbeat that’s so loud from the galloping of my traitorous organ in my chest.

  I’m so desperately in love with him, and I might regret the choice I’m about to make in the morning, but right now I want to be as close to Ashton as possible.

  I want all of him—all of him to be mine.

  “Simba?” I ask, my lips a breath away from his.

  “Yeah, temptress?” he replies, his breath fanning over my face.

  “Can you make me forget the past completely?”

  He moves back a little, so he can see my eyes, still staring at him in the low light. “How so, temptress?”

  I bite my lip, nervousness, butterflies and tingles taking over my whole body.

  “Fuck me please, Simba.”

  His eyes light up, lightning flashing in his stormy grey orbs.

  “Damn Tempany. That sounds so dirty. But only if you’re sure?”

  I kiss his lips, softly, sweetly, and reply without hesitation, “I’m sure. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Mmm, Tem,” he murmurs, kissing me and taking my breath away.

  We kiss for what feels like forever, completely consumed by each other.

  My heart is hammering in my chest.

  Breaking the kiss, I’m panting, and Ashton laughs.

  “Damn, temptress. Your kisses are like ecstasy.”

  “Mmm,” I moan. “Stop talking, Simba.”

  I sit up, pulling my nightie over my head and throwing it on the floor. Ashton stares at me, his gaze wandering my body and he smirks, licking his lips.

  “Fuck, temptress. Why you been hiding this perfection from me?”

  I slap his abs, feeling his skin heat beneath his white t-shirt.

  “Stop, Ashton.”

  “Never, temptress. You. Naked. Fucking glorious.”

  “Well, you naked, Simba. A fucking sight,” I taunt, trying not to laugh.

  “Oh it’s like that is?” he teases, his fingers brushing over my nipples that are at attention from his simmering gaze.

  “Yeah, but maybe if I saw the whole package I might like it.”

  He chuckles, locking his eyes on mine as he yanks his t-shirt off, throwing it aside and crawling onto the bed to pin me down.

  He kisses me, and whispers against my lips, “I’m going to fucking worship you temptress.”

  I can’t help but let out a little moan of pleasure, my core aching for him.

  The tension between us is on fire, and I’m going to burn to ashes, for my lion, my Ashton.

  Grabbing his dick through the grey trackies I tease, “If you’re going to worship me with your dick, I need to see it.”

  He chuckles again, his whole chest vibrating and he sits up—staring down at me—and yanks his trackies to his knees. He’s commando—again, making me wonder if he ever wears jocks—and he stretches back over me to kiss me again, taking my breath away when his dick which is clearly hard rubs against my clit.

  Fuck. Yes, fuck.

  He breaks the kiss, kicking the trackies off from his ankles.

  “Are you honestly sure about this, Tem?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. I’m on the pill. I…I get really bad periods.”

  He laughs, poking me in the stomach with this finger.

  “Eww, Tem, I didn’t need to hear that. But damn.”

  “Sorry,” I mutter, biting down on my lip.

  I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m going to officially lose my virginity to the hottest guy I know.

  He kisses me again, and whispers against my lips, “Temptress, can I fuck you bare?”

  I look at him confused. “Huh?”

  He laughs again, and I feel like a naive idiot when he replies, “Can I fuck you without a condom?”

  “Oh, um, yeah,” I stammer. “And please fuck me now. I can’t wait any more.”

  “Fuck, temptress,” he curses, before kissing me again, pouring so much emotion into the kiss I swear I’m going to fall apart just from longing.

  Still kissing me, he pushes the tip of his dick against my core. I whimper from the sudden jolt that rushes through me.

  Ashton breaks the kiss, , speaking softly, “You ok? It might hurt. But I’ll go slow.”

  “I’m fine. Please, more, Simba,” I beg, cupping his cheeks to bring his face down to mine for a kiss.

  He slides his dick in further, biting my lip to stifle his moan as he fills me.

  I feel a hint of pain, my body adjusting to the feeling of having him inside me.

  Again he breaks the kiss, staring down at me, as he starts to rock in and out of my core.

  “Oh, shit, Ashton,” I curse, biting on my lip to try and not moan like a crazed animal. I’ve never felt something so amazing in my entire life.

  “What temptress?”

  “It feels so good. Harder, please.”

  “Mmm, fuck, Tempany. You’re going to kill me, slow.”

  He thrusts in harder, laying still for a moment and giving me another sweet kiss. “Temptress, feels so fucking good, but would you ride me?”

  I tremble at his words, pleasure pulsing through me.

  “Really? I...don’t know how.”

  He laughs, but it’s sweet.

  And he grabs my hips, sitting up and pulling me with him so our chests are against each other.

  His dick slips out of me and he leans in to whisper in my ear, “Wrap your legs around my arse, temptress, and sit on my dick.”

  I follow his direction, and...Oh my God!

  Pushing my body down over his hard dick, pleasure rushes through me.

  He moans loudly and I shut him up with a kiss.

  “Ride my dick, temptress. Up, down, baby.”

  Moving my hips up and down I find a rhythm, and it’s only a few minutes of the most amazing feeling ever before my body starts trembling, my release building. “That’s it, temptress. Come on my dick, baby.”

  I ride him harder, biting my lip to stifle my moans of pleasure, and reaching my peak suddenly I come hard, bearing down on him ins
ide me, as he kisses me, his tongue lacing with mine to silence my illicit moan.

  Breaking the kiss, he pumps his dick inside me hard, calling out, “Fuck Temptress. Fuck, I’m going to come so hard, baby.”

  He tips his head back then, his whole body vibrating as he pumps inside me one last time, filling me with his hot come, and sending another shiver of pleasure through me.

  Wrapping his arms around me, we lay back together on the bed, and he snuggles in close.

  “Tem, that was fucking incredible.”

  I feel a little worried.

  That it honestly wasn’t as good for him—as it was for me—even though he came. “Really? It was that amazing for you too?”

  “Yes, temptress, absolutely fucking amazing.”

  I don’t reply but snuggle in closer to his chest. He kisses my forehead, and I want to say those three words to him out loud, but I know even though we just shared something so intimate he’s not ready to hear them.

  Closing my eyes to go to sleep I murmur and say them in my head, I love you, Ashton Castello.

  Forty-Six

  Ashton

  My alarm is blaring from my bedside table. Rolling over I slap a hand against it, moaning my annoyance, but then I’m fucking grinning. Tempany is still in my bed—naked—her legs entangled with mine. She murmurs softly, her eyes fluttering open to look at me.

  “Morning temptress,” I greet her, giving her a soft closed-mouth kiss.

  She murmurs against my lips. “Morning, Simba,” she purrs at me, making Ash Jnr jolt.

  Poking Tem in the belly I laugh, and jeer at her, “Did something happen last night? We appear to both be naked.”

  She smiles, moving to sit in my lap. She leans over me, and I want to fuck her again. Want to slide my aching morning wood right into her wet pussy.