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Temptation Is A Wicked Thing 1

Temptation Is A Wicked Thing 1

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Jamie was in trouble.

He'd known it pretty much the instant he'd woken, he'd kind of hoped he was dreaming, but within thirty seconds he'd known he wasn't. He was in trouble, real trouble.

Maeve was in bed with him. She hadn't been there when he'd woken for a moment or two in the middle of the night, she was now.

But that wasn't the main reason he was in trouble, it was what she was doing that was going to get him in trouble.

Maeve was his near neighbour's daughter. And you weren't supposed to do this with your near neighbour's daughter: not when there's a near twenty year age gap, she's supposed to be sick, and you're supposed to be 'babysitting' her. She wasn't anywhere near a baby, but she'd only recently turned 18 and Jamie was fast approaching 40, so the analogy still stood.

He'd known the family: Maddy, Anthony and Maeve, for years; ever since they'd moved in just across the street. Jamie had been sitting on his front porch when they and their removal truck had arrived and had watched the move in with interest. They had exchanged waves of hello and when the truck had finally left he'd wandered over and offered them coffee.

Over the intervening years they'd become good friends, but he'd never been asked to babysit before; he was a single guy, Maeve was a young girl, they probably thought it would have been weird, and it had never occurred to him to offer.

Now they were desperate and he was the last resort: Jamie didn't feel he should have been any kind of resort, but here he was.

It had been Wednesday when they'd come to him. "I'm my brother's best man and we're supposed to be away all weekend," he'd said, "but Maeve has come down with something and is in no fit state to travel. We really have to go but we don't want to leave her on her own, I'm sorry mate but we're stuck and wondered if you'd mind sleeping over Friday and Saturday night, just to keep an eye on her."

The guy had babbled on a bit with the essence being that he couldn't find anyone else who would do it at such short notice, so Jamie was very definitely the last resort. He'd also assured Jamie that Maeve was so ill that he was highly unlikely to even see her but they just wanted someone there they could check in with or in case she needed anything.

Maeve knew him and wouldn't freak out. Jamie was the one freaking out.

She did know him: had for the last ten years and more. She'd been a gorgeous looking kid with an ever present smile, her mother's beautiful green eyes and mad, spiky bleach blonde hair, full of fun and energy, mischievous and cheeky: just how a little girl was supposed to be, not that he really knew. Now she was all grown up, but still full of fun and energy, mischievous and cheeky and, as far as babysitting her went, she scared the life out of him.

He had zero experience of children; he'd been one himself granted, but he didn't feel that qualified him to say he knew them. He'd been an only child and had never had his own, had never really been in a serious, long term relationship. So he didn't know kids.

Jamie had protested that it was a role for which he was ill suited and for which he was totally unpracticed but, in the end, he'd felt cornered and hadn't been able to say no. But right up until Friday evening he'd been in a near state of panic, constantly hoping for the phone call that said he was no longer needed. It hadn't come.

He hadn't seen her at all on Friday evening, and only twice through Saturday when she'd shuffled past on her way to the kitchen, the first time she hadn't acknowledged his presence, the second she'd given him a weak wave, neither time had she invited conversation. He'd looked in on her a few times through the day but all he'd been able to see was a lump under her duvet.

He'd looked in on her again while on his way to bed on Saturday night but the duvet was on the floor and he could hear the shower running so she was obviously feeling better, maybe he'd see her the next morning.

But now he was in trouble. Big trouble.

She had her back to him and she was naked. So was he.

Jamie always slept naked. He lived on his own so it was never a problem. Maeve was ill in bed so it still shouldn't have been a problem. Clearly she was no longer ill, neither was she in her own bed. Now it was a problem.

Especially as she had his cock trapped between her thighs.

It was a very hard, very aroused cock. Of course it was; Maeve had it between her thighs.

She'd sort of done this to him once before. It had been her eighteenth birthday party and she was having it at her house. He wasn't there, but then neither were her parents. They were sitting with Jamie on his front porch. They'd brought wine and had drunk far too much of it as they'd continually glanced nervously at their house.

If the noise level was a barometer then the party was going well, but then that would obviously depend on your point of view.

But the police hadn't appeared and nothing was coming through the windows so it must be ok, but then it wasn't his house.

Then around 9 o'clock Maeve came out and walked over carrying something. Maddy and Anthony glanced at each other and then watched her with slight looks of panic while Jamie watched her with awe. She'd always looked a little 'tomboyish' to him; a bit grubby, mostly wearing baggy tee shirts and tracksuit bottoms or shorts, mostly charging around with other kids, riding a bike or a skateboard. Tonight she was wearing heels and a figure hugging, bright green dress, her matching green eyes sparkled and her skin shone, she was grinning from ear to ear. She looked fantastic and as far from tomboyish as she could get.

"Maeve, you're supposed to be making sure everybody behaves themselves over there." Her mother wasn't happy.

"It's ok mum, I've left Peter in charge." She glanced around, there wasn't a spare seat so, without asking, she sat in Jamie's lap.

"Peter!"

Clearly this Peter wasn't their first choice for policing a riot.

"Yes, Peter, it'll be fine."

Both parents humft in chorus and looked even more nervously across the street, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their grown daughter had just sat on their neighbour.

The neighbour didn't know what to do.

"I've brought you cake."

"Thank you darling but......" Acknowledged her mother whilst still looking across at her house.

"Oh alright, I'll go back." Sulked Maeve.

"Happy birthday Maeve."

Maeve twisted and threw an arm around Jamie's neck, kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Jamie. I've brought you cake." She repeated, grinning at him. He grinned weakly back. "Thank you Maeve." It was all he could think to say. He was nervous: the twist had been the final touch. He was getting an erection.

He didn't dare move, but she sort of saved him. She handed him the tin she'd been carrying, then, smirking, said, "I think you should have this." And with another, he thought unnecessary, twist, she climbed off him and tripped back across the street.

Her parents, eyes still firmly on their house, breathed a sigh of relief.

Jamie, his eyes firmly on Maeve's bum, sighed a different sigh of relief, settled the tin strategically in his lap and croaked, "Anyone for cake?"

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But now, four months later, his sins had come home to roost: he was in trouble.

She was barely moving; just squeezing her thighs together and very slowly rolling that bum, but, judging from her heavy breathing, she clearly had him right where she wanted him and 'barely moving' was more than enough.

And, despite Jamie's rising levels of panic, he couldn't deny that it felt pretty bloody good as her wet heat rubbed along the top of his shaft and the squeeze of her bum and thighs massaged his length and glans. And then there was the press of her tight little arse against his stomach......

But she really shouldn't be doing it, and Jamie really shouldn't be enjoying it.

He should stop her. He should stop himself. But it did feel really, really bloody good.

Then he heard a soft moan: her bum tightened, she shivered and had a little squirm.

He couldn't help but smile, she'd just cum and he found he was pleased for her.

And then he was inside her.

He was shocked, she'd caught him by surprise.

She'd shifted ever so slightly, he'd felt a press of fingers, and he was in her tight, soft, heat.

Now he was in deep trouble. Literally.

She shouldn't be doing this. He really shouldn't be doing this.

But it was oh so tempting. And temptation is a wicked thing. It can get you into all sorts of trouble.

Jamie was usually very good at not giving in to temptation. Usually.

But not always.

He slipped his hand under her arm and pulled her against him, whispered in her ear. "You shouldn't be doing this Maeve."

She giggled and squirmed again. "I was trying not to wake you."

He rolled his hips, pushed his cock even deeper into her body, growled, "Fat chance of that."

Maeve gasped through clenched teeth and pushed back against him.

"You're going to get me in all sorts of trouble you know." Pulled back and slid back in.

She groaned. "Only if you tell someone."

Fair point. Jamie didn't stop.

Short, slow rolling of his hips pumped his erection into that gorgeously tight pussy. He kissed her neck, then up behind her ear, tiny goosebumps lifting against his lips, sucked her earlobe in, nipped it.

She tasted soft and somehow new: her skin like cream and silk.

His cock still moving he trailed his fingers over her faintly trembling body: cupped a small breast, dragged his fingers over a tiny, button hard nipple, pinched it then drifted down across her fluttering tummy to linger in the hollow of her tummy button before a last, teasingly slow crawl to the soft fuzz between her thighs and the gorgeous hump of her mons.

Fingers either side of his still sliding cock he squeezed her, began longer, deeper thrusts, pushing his hips up against her bum, growled into her ear. She came.

Her back arched against him and she threw a hand over her head, grasping at the back of his neck as her body tightened like a bowstring, her bum twitching and squeezing, then a soft moan at the back of her throat as her back straightened and slowly released. She shuddered again and sighed.

She took a long breath and blew it out through pursed lips, her bum twitching again. "Mmmmgh. Do that growling thing again."

"Hmmm?"

"That growling in my ear, do it again."

He did it again and she shivered. "Oh my gosh, that goes right through me. Do it again." She demanded. "Oh god! You could make me cum just doing that. He did it again and she giggled. "Stop it." And wriggled out of his grasp and off his erection. Rolling onto her knees she pushed him onto his back and peered down at his cock. "That thing is huge." She exclaimed. It wasn't, but he didn't mind her exaggeration.

She touched it, rubbed a fingertip along its length then wrapped her fist around it and squeezed, lifted it to the vertical and slowly slid her hand up and down a few times before leaning forward to tentatively lick the end, then, sitting back she looked up and crawled forwards until she was hovering above him and rubbing herself against his shaft. "Mmmmm." Then, with a little shuffle, she eased the first inch or so into her waiting pussy.

Closing her eyes she slid herself slowly up and down, the tip of her tongue visible as she carefully inched more and more of him into her heat until finally her bum was gently bouncing of his hips, his full length now tightly wrapped inside her.

"That's......" She moved her bum and her eyes flew open. "Eww......that's......" She moved her bum again, kept going; small circles and little humps up and down. "That's mmmm."

Jamie touched her nipple. Her breasts were small and tight, her nipples tiny, not much darker than the surrounding skin. He rolled it between his fingers, watched her skin pucker as her breathing shortened and her movements briefly quickened until she shivered. "Mmmmghhh."

She sighed and took a deep breath, looked at him. "You're not my first you know." A certain pride in her voice.

Jamie had gone to stroking the inside of her thighs, he stopped. "Was I wanting to be?"

She ignored the question. "Peter was my first." She had her hands on his chest, had closed her eyes and was now randomly rolling her bum around in his lap.

He wondered if this Peter was the Peter who'd been the nominated house guardian back at her eighteenth. Maybe he was her boyfriend.

"But his heart wasn't really in it." She shivered while Jamie wondered how that could possibly be, when she said, "He's gay but I asked him to." She paused, stopped moving, clearly pondering something. "Pestered him I suppose. But I wanted it to be someone I knew and could trust." Jamie felt that that was fair enough and actually quite sensible.

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Then she said, "That was your fault you know." And restarted her little gyrations.

"My fault?"

"Yes, your fault, me losing my virginity, your fault."

Now he was a little concerned, maybe he'd missed something.

"You got me all hot and bothered when I sat in your lap. I went back to my party and that's when Peter and I......you know."

He could guess. "Hang on there, you sat in my lap, I didn't sit you in my lap. Nearly got me in trouble there." Not as much trouble as he'd be in if this got out. Still, stable door and all that.

Maeve giggled. "I was sooo turned on, could hardly walk straight." She stopped to think again. "That was the first time I'd felt like that." She giggled and started moving again. "So there you go. Your fault."

She leaned down and kissed his nose. "Now stop talking. Growling thing please."

Jamie laughed and growled for her.

She shuddered. "Ooooh dear, think I might......oooooggh." She clenched her knees together and shuddered again, her fingers digging into his chest. "Oh wow!" She exclaimed, as she stretched her arms out in front of her. "I do like your growling. You can do that anytime."

Jamie chuckled, then, reaching up to grab her around the waist he rolled her over onto her back. Then, looking down into her slightly startled face, said, "Maybe not 'anytime'."

He kissed her shoulder then edged down, his cock slowly pulling out, rolled his tongue around her areola, kissed her hard nipple, flicked it then rubbed his teeth across it, nipped and nibbled, switched to its sister, gave it the same treatment as Maeve squirmed and moaned beneath him, her fingers clenching and grasping at the bedsheet.

Then, with a last flick, he nipped his way into a soft, smooth armpit, nuzzled and licked then continued down, his lips and tongue tasting and teasing her along the way as she twitched and squirmed, moaned and sighed, giggled and gasped at each sensitive spot. He couldn't get over the taste of her, her smell, the feel: her skin was like something untouched; so delicate and fragile.

He kept moving, down to her hip: her hand on the back of his head: one second encouraging, the next restraining, her skin trembling at his passing touch.

Still moving, down, her thighs like cream: skin impossibly smooth. Feet small and finely boned, toes tiny: each one sucked and chewed.

Back up, couldn't resist: drawn to her heat, his breath across the mound of her mons, the faint outline of her pussy just visible between the peach of her outer lips.

His lips touch her, the tickle of hair against his nose as he breathed her scent.

His tongue flicked, he sensed her holding her breath and pressed a little deeper, opening the folds little by little, burrowing in until he's as far as he can reach, mouth wide, lips pressed up against her, tongue delving as she pushed up against him, her thighs trembling, squeezing one minute, spread wide the next.

He sucked against her, lapped her juices, could feel the tiny bump of her clit against his lip. He cupped her tight bum in his hands, lifting her as she began to buck and writhe, tiny vibrations through her pubic bone and bum that seem to come in a single wave then evaporate leaving her to sink back onto the bed with a long sigh.

Letting go of her he rolled his tongue into her tummy button then up and up, back to the delight of her tiny nipples then up to the pulse in her neck. Lifting his hips he brushed his cock against her, she shivered at the touch and bent her knees in response.

A moment to tease then he reached down and took hold of himself, rubbed up and down then eased forward, pressing harder, felt the give and heard the catch in her breath, pressed further and she grabbed at his arms as he slowly slid in with short, even thrusts, her fingers squeezing as her back arched, her hips lifting to meet him as he drove deeper and deeper.

He kept moving, all the way in until, with a soft bump, his hips met hers.

He kissed her.

Her lips soft, yielding, her sweet shuddering breath in his mouth as his tongue found hers and they danced as her hips twitched and shifted: begging him to move.

Breaking their kiss she buried her face in his shoulder, a gasp for breath and she moaned as he slowly rolled his bum, his cock sliding out then in, a long teasing thrust that made her back arch and her fingers grasp as his arms as she pushed up for more.

Easing into a long rhythm, keeping her at the edge: feeling for her limit then backing off, slowing then picking up; teasing and teasing, fast then slow, long and languid then up into a final frantic ride that had her clinging to him and crying into the side of his neck.

She held him tight, arms and legs wrapped around him, snuffling breath against his shoulder, his cock, unspent, buried deep inside her.

Then slowly her body softened: unfurled and Jamie rolled off to land on his side, watching as she pulled herself into a ball and rocked gently on her back, a huge smile on her face.

Eventually she stretched and mirrored his position, gazing at him with wide eyes. Until they slowly start to wander down his body to arrive at his, still extremely hard, erection.

Her eyes lingered, her fingers explored; she took hold of it, her warm hand small, her fingers tentative. His shaft jumped at her touch and she recoiled slightly then took hold of it again and slowly started to massage its length; just one small hand sliding up and down.

Jamie eased himself onto his back and closed his eyes, felt Maeve shift then her tongue touch him right at the tip followed by her warm lips as they smothered his glans, the tip of her tongue probing across the slit, her hand still gliding up and down.

She paused, then more of him slid into her mouth, she kept going, her breath whistling through her nose, more and more of him in her warm, wet mouth until she gagged a little and pulled back.

She kept him there, her small hand still moving, her tongue pressing as she hesitantly began to bob her head.

He can feel it building; the heat at the base of his cock, the warmth in his bum, knows he's going to cum.

Her hand got a little faster: her strokes faltering, still not quite sure of herself, her other hand now carefully holding his balls. Any second now: he didn't try to control it, didn't try to stop it, even to warn her: just sank into the heat as the release rolled through him and the first pulse surged up his shaft.

She flinched back and grunted, "Uugh!"

Two, three hard spasms of cum then it slowed, still coming but slower until she squeezed the last out and let go.

Jamie shivered, a long ripple from head to toe, then took a deep breath and looked down at her.

She looked a little uncertain but the long streak of cum on her cheek made him chuckle.

"Was that......did you......errrm......did I......?" Her voice searching for some kind of reassurance.

He smiled and reached back to grab the box of tissues from beside the bed. "Come here." And he wiped her face then her hand as she shuffled up to lie on his chest.

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