Lessons in Temptation
Chloe Maxx, Copyright 2016
Chapter 1
“Is dinner ready?” Doug, my boyfriend, asked as he walked
into the room and leaned against the doorframe. I sighed and tossed a pair of
shorts in my suitcase. Dana, Lilly, and I were leaving in the morning for a
weekend at the beach to celebrate the new job I landed after graduation. I’d be
teaching summer school and come August, I’d have a full-time job teaching fifth
grade. Turning toward him, I plaster a sweet-as-sin smile on my face.
“No. I was busy packing. Sorry.”
“Damn it, Rebecca, you know I’m
always hungry when I get off work.”
Fix it yourself! I shouted in my mind.
“I know. I said I was sorry,” I
said aloud as I walked toward him and placed a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek.
“I was packing and lost track of time. I’ll go make you something right now.”
"Wait." He grabbed my arm and slowly leaned down before peppering kisses from my wrist to elbow. “You’ll be gone all weekend and
I’ll be all alone. Maybe you could satisfy my other hunger before you make
something to eat.”
I closed my eyes and leaned into
him. I really wished the thought of having sex with Doug appealed to me like it
had in the past. We had been living with each other for the past three weeks
and everything had changed. It was as if Doug expected me to be a nineteen-fifties
housewife. First off, that wasn’t in my nature. And second, I wasn’t his
fucking wife. He just moved in with me after I rented my cute, two-bedroom
house I found for a steal.
His lips brushed mine and I opened
for him, letting his tongue clash against mine. My hands wandered up his chest
to his shoulders where I let them rest as he backed us toward the bed and began
making quick work of the button on my jeans. Once he had the zipper down, he
pushed my jeans down my legs and pressed me up against the bed. My back hit the
mattress a second later.
“You’re gorgeous, Rebecca,” Doug
mumbled as he took in my bare legs.
I gave him a tight smile. “You’re
pretty handsome yourself.” It was true. Doug was handsome, but his personality
lately was anything but.
He pushed my shirt up my chest and
pulled my bra down, letting my breasts bounce free. His hungry eyes took in my
ample chest before lowering to take one nipple into his mouth. I wanted so
badly to feel something. Feel a tingle or shiver, or hell, butterflies.
Something. Instead, I was counting the minutes until I could get back to
packing.
Doug’s mouth popped free and he
moved to the left nipple, his hand taking the place of his mouth. Both of my
nipples were being stimulated, and peaking, but I still didn’t feel turned on.
Rising up, he unbuttoned his pants
and unzipped his fly, letting his jeans fall. Apparently, I was the only one having
an issue getting turned on. Doug’s large dick was standing proud and aimed
straight at me.
He didn’t say anything else before
lowering his body and taking my lips with his. I kissed him back and readied
myself for his entrance.
His cock pressed against me a
little before he readjusted and tried again. “Shit, Rebecca.”
Fuck, what do I say? “I…”
“It’s okay,” he said before
pulling back and ramming inside me.
“Ahhh,” I cried out, hoping he thought
it was a sound of pleasure versus the pain of him shoving his cock in dry. I
hated that he wasn’t doing anything for me.
He began thrusting in and out and
I held onto his arms, praying he wouldn’t last long.
The pain began to ease and I
relaxed a little. Turning my head to the left, my suitcase caught my eye. We
were headed to a beach town, so I’d need to make sure I packed sunscreen. And a
cute hat.
My eyes went to my open closet and
a yellow sundress I had bought a year ago. It
would look cute with my new pink flip-flops. Remember to pack it.
“Oh, baby,” Doug moaned and I
realized I hadn’t made a noise or moved my arms or legs at all.
“That feels so good,” I lied on a
moan, letting my foot travel up to his butt. Doug’s ass was definitely hot.
Actually, Doug was a very attractive man with his blond hair, brown eyes, and
perfect cheekbones. My problem wasn’t with anything physical.
“Are you close?”
“Yeah,” I moaned again and bucked
my hips upward. I felt him begin to shutter and squeezed my inner muscles while
calling out his name.
“Yes,” he shouted as he went still
and buried his head in my neck. I felt like an awful person, faking an orgasm,
but I didn’t want him to know I hadn’t enjoyed any of it.
“I’m going to go cleanup. Why
don’t you go get started on dinner?”
“Sure,” I said as I pushed against
his chest. He rolled onto his back and I got up, adjusting my bra and shirt.
“You really need to clean the
ceiling fan. We’ve lived here for almost a month, Rebecca,” he admonished,
sounding like he was my dad and I had forgotten one of my chores.
“I’ll get right on that. Or you
could do it yourself,” I pointed out and zipped up my jeans before storming out
of the room, making a beeline for the kitchen to cook him some fucking food.
“This isn’t my house. You’re the
one who rented it, you should be the one to keep it clean,” he said, following
behind me.
I stopped in my tracks and whipped
my head around. “You’re living here rent free,” I walked closer to him and
shoved my finger toward his chest, “and I really don’t even remember asking you
to move in. You just did and now you think you can treat me like the maid.”
“I do not!” He rested a hand on
his hip as his brown eyes hardened.
“Yes, you do!” I was getting
angrier by the second. “I pay for this fucking house. I was the one who saved
up during college so I could afford it, while you spent all of your money on
beer, and if I want my house to look like a fucking pig pen, I can!”
I stormed around him, yelling,
“Make your own damn food,” before stomping back to my bedroom and locking the
door behind me. I wasn’t sure if I had ever been this mad at him. In fact, I
knew I hadn’t. I had been letting my anger build up over the last month.
Taking a few calming breaths, I
walked into the bathroom and turned on the water, deciding to take a bubble
bath and relax a little before I finished packing. I added the bath salts and
bubbles, then waited for the tub to fill.
I faintly heard Doug trying to
yell something from the hallway outside the bedroom, but I blocked it out and
sank into the water. He could go fuck himself for all I cared. I leaned my head
onto the back of the tub and closed my eyes. Maybe this girl’s trip was exactly
what I needed—what Doug and I needed. We could spend some time apart and by the
time I arrived home, we’d both miss each other so much, we could return to how
it used to be. How it was when we lived separately.
After the water turned cold, I got
out and dried off, then wrapped my silk robe around me. It always made me feel
sexy.
I packed the rest of my clothes
and toiletries, then decided to call my sister, Alex.
“Hi,” she answered on the second
ring.
“Hey. Are you busy?”
“I’m at work, but I needed a
break. What’s up?”
I lay my head back on my pillow.
“It’s seven-thirty. Why are you still at work? Shouldn’t you be at home with
that cute husband of yours?”
“Caleb had to work late, too,” she
sighed. “Or, at least, that’s what he told me.”
“What does that mean?” I was
really hoping she wasn’t having problems in her relationship too.
“I think he might be cheating on
me.”
I sat up. “Are you fucking kidding
me?”
“No.” I heard some clicking in the
background. “I’m beginning to think it’s me. Well…I know it’s me.”
“What do you mean? If he is cheating, that is not your fault. It’s his fault for being
a fucking asshole.”
“Oh, Bec. You don’t understand,”
she began. “You know as well as I do I never really got over Javier. I haven’t
been a very good wife to Caleb. He deserves better.”
“Whatever,” I replied. Javier was
her ex-boyfriend from college. He also happened to be her professor.
“I think I have ‘cheat on me’ tattooed
on my forehead. First Javier and now Caleb.”
I bit the inside of my cheek as I
absorbed everything. “Do you have proof he’s cheating?”
“No. He’s just been working late a
lot.”
“You can’t go off of that. You’re
at work late, too. You always are.”
“True,” she inhaled. “You know I’m
just paranoid.”
“I bet that’s all it is. And if
not, I’ll come over there and rip his balls off.”
We both laughed. “I better get
back to work so I can finish up. Maybe I’ll call Caleb and see if he can meet
me at home and I’ll surprise him with some sexy time.”
“Okay,” I replied, really hoping
she was wrong about Caleb cheating.
“Oh, hey, how is everything with
Doug? Has he stopped treating you like the housekeeper in a house he lives in
for free?”
I laughed. “Um, no. In fact, we
got into a huge fight about it and now I’m locked up in the bedroom packing for
my trip.”
“That’s crazy. He used to be
so…nice.”
“I know.”
“Well, go have fun on your trip
and call me when you get back.”
We said goodbye and I lay back on
the mattress. Maybe all guys were jerks. Maybe they just can’t keep it hidden
when you live together. That had to be the reason I never saw this coming with
Doug and why Alex was having problems in her marriage.
Shaking my head, I pulled my PJs
out of my drawer and changed. I really didn’t feel like dealing with Doug
anymore tonight and needed to wake up early. I’d just call it a night and get
some sleep.
After slipping under the covers, I
contemplated unlocking the door so Doug could come to bed later, but decided
against it. He deserved to sleep on the couch. Dick.
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