Cravings

Lena’s POV 🌸

I woke up sore, sticky, and aching in the best and worst ways possible.

My thighs trembled as I shifted in Adrian’s enormous bed. My pussy felt swollen and tender, still leaking traces of him. Every tiny movement sent a dull throb through me — a constant reminder of how many times he had fucked me last night. My nipples were sensitive, my neck and breasts marked with faint hickeys. I looked thoroughly used.

And God help me… I loved it.

I pressed my face into the pillow and admitted the dangerous truth to myself.

I’m sexually alive.

For the first time in my twenty-one years, I felt like a woman with real desires. Not just the responsible big sister, not just the struggling student — but a woman who had moaned shamelessly, ridden a man’s cock like she was starving for it, and begged to be fucked harder. The memory of my own voice crying out Adrian’s name while I came made fresh heat bloom between my legs.

I wanted more.

So much more.

My hand slipped between my thighs before I could stop it. I was still wet. My fingers circled my swollen clit and I bit my lip hard, stifling a moan. Pleasure sparked instantly, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him — his thickness stretching me open, his deep voice praising me, his hands pinning me down.

But the pleasure quickly turned bittersweet.

What are you doing, Lena?

Guilt slammed into me like cold water. Cleo had woken up to an empty house again. I had left my little brother alone all night while I was here getting fucked senseless by a man I barely knew. What kind of sister was I becoming?

I snatched my hand away and sat up, heart racing with conflict. My body was screaming for more of Adrian — more nights, more orgasms, more of that overwhelming fullness. But my mind kept flashing to Cleo’s worried face, the overdue rent, the school fees, and the scholarship that could disappear if I lost focus.

I couldn’t afford this addiction.

I forced myself out of bed, wincing at the deep ache between my legs with every step. Adrian had left a note and my clothes neatly folded. The money he sent was ridiculous — enough to cover Cleo’s fees and more. Part of me wanted to be grateful. The other part hated how easily he could throw money at my problems while I was slowly losing control.

I dressed quickly, trying to ignore how sensitive my body still felt against the fabric. Every brush of my panties against my swollen pussy made me clench with need. I was already craving him again. Craving his mouth, his cock, the way he made me forget everything.

“This is dangerous,” I whispered to myself, voice shaking. “You can’t become this person.”

Yet even as I said it, I was already wondering when I would see him next. When I could kneel for him again. When I could lose myself completely.

I took the elevator down with my heart in my throat. The ride home felt endless. Every bump on the bus made me aware of how thoroughly Adrian had used me. By the time I reached our apartment building, guilt had twisted into a tight knot in my stomach.

Cleo was sitting on the couch when I walked in, looking small and relieved.

“You’re back,” he said quietly. “I was worried.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, pulling him into a tight hug. My eyes stung with tears. “I got… caught up. It won’t happen again.”

He hugged me back but didn’t say anything. The silence hurt more than words.

I went to my room and closed the door, leaning against it. My body still hummed with leftover pleasure, but my chest felt heavy with shame.

I had tasted something addictive last night.

And no matter how much I told myself I needed to stop… a dark, hungry part of me already knew I would go back to Adrian the moment he called.

I was scared.

Because for the first time, my desires felt stronger than my responsibilities.

And I didn’t know how long I could fight it.