LOGINHis tongue moves through me slow and thorough and I am gripping the sheets with both fists within sixty seconds.He doesn't rush.Long deep strokes that part my folds completely, pushing inside me and pulling back, circling my clit and retreating before I can catch the rhythm, his hands pressing my thighs wide and flat against the mattress every time they try to close around his head."Callum," I gasp. "Your tongue, oh God..." He hums against me and I nearly come off the bed.He slides two fingers inside me and curls them forward and finds a spot that makes my whole spine arch and my toes curl and a sound tear out of my throat that is nothing like quiet and everything like necessary."Right there," I sob. "Right there, please don't move, yes just like that..."He finds the spot that gets me talking to him like that and he leaves his focus there. He holds his fingers exactly there and works his tongue against my clit in fast tight circles and I am clenching around him immediately, sh
Arc 31: FeverThe party is loud and warm and I've had exactly enough wine to make the way Callum Reid looks at me across the room feel like a physical thing pressing against my sternum.He's been looking at me all night.Not subtly. Not the way men look when they're pretending they aren't. Directly. Deliberately. The way a man looks when he's made a decision and he's waiting for you to catch up.I catch up somewhere around my second glass of red.He's thirty-one. Dark haired and broad shouldered, the kind of built that comes from actually using a body rather than performing fitness. His sister Gemma, my best friend of eight years, is somewhere in the kitchen being the social butterfly she always is at parties, completely unaware that her older brother has been watching me for forty minutes with those dark patient eyes.I should be more conflicted about that.I'm not.I find the hallway.I'm not hiding. I'm just breathing for a moment, leaning against the wall in the corridor between t
Light comes through his curtains in thin gold lines.I feel him wake up before I hear anything. The specific shift of a body moving from sleep to conscious, the change in his breathing, the tightening of his arm around my waist. Then his mouth, pressing slow and warm to the back of my neck, then my shoulder, then the curve of my spine, working down with a patience that tells me he has been awake longer than his body let on.I don't move.I let him think I'm still sleeping.His mouth reaches the small of my back and stays there, his lips pressing soft deliberate kisses across the curve of it, and I feel every single one travel forward through my body and settle between my thighs.His hand slides from my waist to my hip, over the curve of my ass, slow and warm, and I press my face into the pillow and breathe.His mouth follows his hand.Down the back of my thigh. Behind my knee, which I did not know was a place that could do that to a person, and back up the inside toward the place wher
He fills me completely and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out, the stretch and the fullness and the specific reality of him after many nights of imagining hitting me all at once."Okay?" he whispers against my ear, holding perfectly still."More than okay," I breathe back. "Theo, you feel incredible."He moves slowly at first, careful, deliberate, his hands gripping my hips while he rolls into me again and again, and I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper, needing more, needing everything he's been holding back for years."I want to see you," I whisper. "I want to look at your face while you're inside me."He pulls back, sits up, and reaches for the desk chair beside his bed, pulling it close."Come here," he says quietly, sitting down on it, completely bare, looking up at me with dark patient eyes. "Sit on me and face me."I climb off the bed. He's staring at me as I move to him. "Yara," he whispers. "You're so beautiful like this."I swing my leg ove
He grabs my waist the second I'm close enough.Not gentle, he is not careful either. He grabs my waist like the last six years of careful just snapped completely and what's left is pure want, and he pulls me down onto the bed and his mouth finds mine and I gasp against his lips. I gasp against his lips and he swallows the sound and kisses me like he's been waiting his entire life for permission."Yara," he breathes against my mouth. "Tell me this is real. Tell me you're not going to stop this and walk away and pretend tomorrow.""I'm not stopping anything," I reply. "Theo, I'm not going anywhere."His hands find the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head and I help him, lifting my arms, and then I'm bare from the waist up in front of him and his eyes drop and his breathing stops completely."God," he says. Quiet. Reverent. "Yara, you're... I've thought about this so many times and it's nothing compared to actually...""Touch me," I cut in. "Stop talking and touch me."His hands find
Arc 30: Behind The DoorHis door is open just a crack.Not all the way, just enough that the lamp light spills into the hallway in a thin gold line and I almost keep walking, almost go straight to the bathroom the way I intended, except I hear my name.I stop.Then I press myself against the wall outside his door and listen and my heart does something violent in my chest."Yara." Low. Rough. Said like it costs him something to say it. "Fuck, Yara."Wait, is he...?I should leave.Gosh, I should walk away right now and pretend I heard absolutely nothing and go to bed and never think about this again.I lean forward instead and look through the gap in the door.Theo is on his bed. Shirtless. Sweatpants pushed down just enough. His hand wrapped around himself, moving slow and then faster, his head tipped back against the headboard, his jaw tight, and on the screen of his phone propped against his pillow is a photo.Of me.From last summer. The one in the green bikini at the lake that my
She fills me so completely I have to stop halfway down and just breathe."Okay?" Maren's hands on my hips are trembling slightly. Like she's holding back everything she has."Give me a second." I breathe through the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming realness of her inside me. "You're a lot.""
Maren pulls back just enough to look at me, chest heaving, cock thick and hot in my hand, and her expression is the most unguarded thing I've ever seen on her face."Tell me to stop," she says roughly, "and I stop. Right now. Tell me."I stroke her once. Slow. Base to tip.He
Arc 5: Everything She Never Knew She NeededTyler dumped me over text.Four years. A text. Three sentences and a period at the end like he was closing a business transaction and not destroying my entire Thursday evening.I drove to Maren's with mascara on my chin and a speech
Arc 4: Birthday SuitThe bed is wide and soft and I sink into it and they come with me, one on each side, and for a moment, we all just breathe in the same space.Then Demi's mouth finds my nipple and Soleil's hand slides up my inner thigh and I stop breathing entirely."Relax," Demi murmurs agains







