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0028: LITTLE THRILL

Autor: Ink Hashira
last update Última atualização: 2025-11-24 18:44:25

JUNE'S POV

The porch felt different after that. The air was still thick with jasmine, but the fear had pulled back. You deserve more. The words echoed in the hollow places inside me.

We sat in this new, fragile silence for a few minutes, the swing creaking. Then, in one fluid move, Luca picked up my phone from where it lay between us.

“What are you doing?” My voice was a nervous whisper.

He did not answer. The screen’s glow lit up his face. His thumbs moved, tapping and swiping. I just watched, holding my breath, as he put his number in and saved it. He handed the phone back. His fingers brushed mine again, leaving a trail of fire.

“Now you have no excuse,” he said, his voice intimate. “If you need anything. Or if you just want to talk.”

Before I could even think of a reply, the front door opened. A block of yellow light fell onto the porch.

“Luca. You still out here? Come on, you are missing this epic play.” Adrian called from the doorway.

Luca’s eyes held mine for one last, searing
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  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0052: SLIPPERY WHEN WET

    JUNE’S POVThe dryer kept thumping behind me, a dull, steady rhythm that should have been ordinary, but everything felt too loud inside my own skin. My palms pressed flat against the washer, still warm from the spin cycle, and the heat soaked into my hands while my thighs shook so badly I thought they might just fold.I could feel myself slick and open, aching in this deep, relentless way that made me bite the inside of my cheek just to keep from whimpering out loud.His taste was still on my tongue. Not just his mouth, but me on him, after he’d slid those fingers out and kissed me like he wanted me to know exactly how wet I was for him. I kept replaying it, the way he’d looked at me while he licked them clean, eyes never leaving mine. Like he already owned every secret I had.He hadn’t moved away. He just stood there, close enough that I felt the hard length of him resting against me, not pushing, just there. Burning through the fabric. I could feel him pulse once, like his body was

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0051: SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL

    LUCA’S POVThe house felt hollow without the usual noise.Adrian had taken off with his friends to the lake hours ago, and Marlene was still at Olivia’s, probably painting nails or whatever seventeen-year-olds do at sleepovers. The quiet pressed in hard, almost buzzing, like the air itself knew something was about to happen.I heard the washer thump to a stop and followed the sound. June was bent over the open drum, fishing out wet clothes one handful at a time. That pale yellow sundress clung to her where the heat had started to gather along her spine.The buttons ran straight down the front like an invitation she never meant to give. Her hair was twisted up high, little damp wisps stuck to the back of her neck, right over the faint purple mark I had left last night when she had climbed on top of me in the backseat and rocked until the whole car shook.She knew I was watching. I could tell by the way her shoulders locked, just for a second, before she kept moving.I stayed in the doo

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0050: THE COUNTERTOP

    LUCA’S POVFour hours. That’s all I managed. Four long hours of pancakes and forced chatter, pretending I wasn’t throbbing every time she passed close, her arm brushing mine, that faint heat radiating off her skin. Four hours of catching glimpses of those faint marks on her hips when her dress rode up just enough, my thumbprints still there, tender.Adrian finally headed upstairs to shower. The door clicked shut, and the air in the kitchen shifted, thick, charged, like before a storm.June was at the sink, hands in the water, body still. I moved without deciding to. One step, then another, until I was right behind her, close enough to feel the warmth coming off her, the slight tremble in her shoulders.“June.” Her fingers gripped the edge harder.“Don’t,” she whispered, voice breaking, small.But she didn’t move away. My hands found her hips, sliding slow over the fabric, feeling the curve I knew by heart now. She leaned back, just barely, pressing into me. The soft give of her ass ag

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0049: SEXUAL TENSION

    LUCA’S POVI couldn’t stop smiling. This ridiculous grin just kept pulling at my lips no matter how much I tried to act normal. It felt stupid, and helpless, like my face had a mind of its own.I was leaning against the cool edge of the counter, the granite pressing into my back, coffee steaming in one hand, phone in the other. My thumb scrolled like I was actually reading something, but I wasn’t. I was just gone. Lost in it all over again.June in the backseat, her thighs spread wide over mine, that skirt bunched up high, her heat seeping right through my jeans, warm and wet before I even pushed inside her. The way she’d said my name, low and desperate, like it hurt and felt so good at the same time.Those marks I’d left on her skin, dark little bruises from my fingers gripping too tight, claiming her even if it was only for those few hours. And that whisper right against my mouth, “We’re going to hell,” just as she came undone around me, clenching so hard it pulled everything out of

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0048: THE WALK OF SHAME  

    JUNE'S POV I woke up in my own bed alone, the sheets cool and empty where he should have been. At some point in the night, three or four a.m., we had crept back inside like criminals, hearts hammering at every creak. He had kissed me once more at my bedroom door, slow and devastating, then disappeared into the guest room without a word. I had not slept. I had just drifted in and out of feverish half-dreams while the ceiling fan spun above me and every bruise on my hips throbbed like a second heartbeat. Between my legs I was swollen, tender, deliciously sore. When I shifted, the ache bloomed sharp and sweet, and I hated how my body responded, how I pressed my thighs together and felt myself get wet all over again remembering the way he had stretched me, filled me, owned me for those frantic minutes. 6:47 a.m. Gray light through the blinds. The house still asleep. I sat up too fast and the room tilted. I could still feel him inside me, like my body had not let go yet. I stumbl

  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0047: PROOF WE ARE GOING TO HELL

    JUNE’S POV The moment his mouth crashed into mine again, up in that moonlit room, I knew the word “tonight” was already crumbling between us. It was not a promise anymore. It was a plea, a desperate little fiction we kept whispering so we could pretend there was still a line we had not crossed for good. His hands slipped under my blouse, palms hot and sure against my skin, fingers spreading like he needed to touch every inch he had been denied for weeks. I arched into him without thinking. *God, I wanted this.* I wanted the hollow ache inside me filled with something raw and loud enough to drown out Marlene’s name, Adrian’s soft breathing down the hall, Franklin snoring in the guest room like nothing in the world was breaking. We never even made it downstairs properly. I think I was the one who tugged him toward the garage, some frantic animal part of me that knew the house itself would choke us if we stayed inside. Luca’s mouth was on my neck, teeth dragging slow and deliberate

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