MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS: A Collection of steamy stories

Laila's pov

I wasn’t supposed to be upstairs.

I definitely wasn’t supposed to be in his room, with the door locked, the clock ticking, and school starting in less than thirty minutes.

But here I was. Again.

"Oh...yes...yes." I moaned shamelessly. My grip tight on the sink as he thrusted his cock deeper into my tight, dripping pussy.

“Laila…” his voice came out low, strained, like he was holding himself back and failing at it.

I shouldn’t have liked any of this. But I did.

Ethan had always been off-limits. He was my best friend’s older brother, the one person I was never supposed to look at twice.

So of course… I had.

"Ethan, I'm close, I'm coming." I moaned louder than I should have when his sister was just downstairs.

He went faster and faster, filling my hole till I couldn't hold it anymore. My cum dripped over his cock as he pulled out, sliding down my legs.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he tucked his cock into his pants. 

He wasn’t actually trying to leave. We both knew that.

“You’ve been saying that for weeks,” I said, leaning back against the sink like I didn’t have a care in the world even though my pulse was anything but steady.

Downstairs, I could hear the normal sounds of a morning that should’ve included us getting ready for school.

Instead, I was here. Cleaning my cum from my legs. 

Ethan exhaled sharply, his gaze dragging over me in a way that wasn’t subtle anymore. 

Not since the night everything changed.

“You don’t even care, do you?” he asked.

I tilted my head slightly, meeting his eyes without hesitation.

“No,” I said simply.

“You’re dangerous,” he said quietly.

A small smile curved my lips.

“I’ve been told.”

We both heard it, the front door, a voice calling out faintly from somewhere in the house.

Time was running out.

Ethan’s jaw tightened, like he was making a decision he couldn’t take back.

“Say something,” he murmured. “Tell me to stop.”

I stepped closer. His hand caught my wrist, not rough, but firm enough to make my thighs throb again. He was so damn hot and sexy without even trying. 

“You’re going to ruin me,” he said under his breath.

I leaned in just slightly, close enough for him to feel my boobs rest on his chest. 

“Then stop me.”

Downstairs, a door slammed, then we heard footsteps coming up. Closer this time.

 But I didn’t pull away. Because some part of me, the reckless, impatient, bored with everything safe, wanted to see what would happen if we didn’t.

I noticed the look on his face, he couldn't do it. 

Coward.

The footsteps reached the stairs, followed by a knock on the door.

"Ethan, we're going to be late...and have you seen Laila?"

Ethan froze for half a second after hearing his sister's voice, then moved fast like he’d done this before. He grabbed a shirt, dragging it over his head as he stepped toward the door.

“Yeah, she’s here,” he called back, keeping his voice steady. “She came up to grab something.”

I almost laughed. The lie slipped out so naturally.

I stepped back from him, smoothing down my skirt, fixing myself in the mirror like this was just another morning. Like the tension between my thighs wasn’t still there, reminding me exactly what we’d just done and how I wanted more.

Ethan glanced at me once before opening the door.

That look of no regret. God, just looking at him made me so wet.

“Give us a minute,” he added, already turning the handle.

The door opened just enough for him to step out, blocking the view inside with his body. I heard her mumble something about always running late, her footsteps shifting as he guided her away from the door.

I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder, taking one last look at myself, not to fix anything, but to make sure nothing gave it away.

I walked down like nothing had happened. Like I wouldn’t do it again.

Ethan was already by the door when I reached the bottom of the stairs, keys in hand, his expression back to neutral. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I imagined everything.

Stella turned to me. “There you are. I thought you already left.”

“Almost did,” I said easily, slipping on my shoes. “Got distracted.”

By the time the first period started, I was already bored.

I didn’t need to look across the room to know Ethan was there. Every now and then, I caught his glance. By the time the last class before lunch ended, I was done pretending.

I didn’t wait for Stella. Didn’t wait for anyone. I grabbed my bag and walked out like I already knew where I was going. 

The hallway was packed but I still managed to find Ethan in the crowd.

“Skipping lunch?” I asked casually, stopping just close enough to make it intentional.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he replied without looking at me. 

“Relax,” I cut in softly, stepping a little closer. “You’re acting like someone’s watching.”

“No one cares what we’re doing,” I added, quieter now. “Unless you do.”

“You’re not making this easy,” he said under his breath.

“I’m not trying to.”

I turned slightly, reaching for the classroom door behind him. “Five minutes,” I said, my voice softer now, but no less dangerous. “Or are you still trying to be good?”

He hesitated a bit. "I can't, I have to meet with the principal later." 

He avoided my eyes and I knew he was having second thoughts. I decided not to push.

"Your loss."

I walked away with my fists clenched at my sides.

He wanted it. So why stop now?

The hallway noise blurred behind me as I pushed open the restroom door.

I stepped toward the sink, gripping the edge for a second, staring at my reflection. My lips were slightly parted, my breathing uneven, my eyes darker than they should’ve been.

Just then, I heard moans coming from the opposite stall. 

"Yes...fuck me...harder" 

A soft chuckle escaped me. At least I wasn't the only horny one. I tiptoed to the door, opening it a crack. 

A girl probably my age, had her ass bent for the football captain. I had a secret crush on him for over a year now. I'd always imagined spreading my legs for him, and the sight of his dick going in and out of her made my pussy contract. My fingers made their way down to my thighs, parting my legs slightly, I rubbed my fingers on my throbbing clit.

A soft moan escaped my lips. I quickly clasped my hand over my mouth but It was too late, they already heard me.

I stood there frozen, my hand still inside my panties when the girl snapped her head in my direction. 

It was Stella, my best friend.