LOGINShe paused, the memory making her cheeks flush with irritation. “Then after like ten minutes tops, he's shaking and pulling out to shoot his load all over my ass. Cock goes limp right away and he collapses on me like he ran a marathon. I asked if that was it and he says he's not a horse and did his best.“Sarah covered her mouth, trying not to laugh but failing. “Oh my god. Seriously? What a joke.““Exactly,“ Becky replied, crossing her arms. Her voice dropped lower and more vulnerable now. “It's always like this. I've been in and out of relationships for years and none of them ever satisfied me. Not really. The sex always leaves me wanting more and hungrier than before. That's why I started doing these nightstands by the way. Hooking up with older men who have experience. They take their time.. sure, but it's too gentle and too predictable. Then mature guys who think they know everything... still nothing special. And young ones like Jake? They go hard and fast but finish even faster
CHAPTER 1: An Empty ThrillBecky pressed her face into the hotel pillow with her ass lifted high and inviting. Her knees dug into the mattress as she arched her back offering herself completely. Jake.. the eager guy she'd picked up at the bar knelt behind her. He was younger.. maybe twenty-four to her twenty-nine with that cocky confidence that had made her heart race earlier. Young guys were supposed to fuck better, everyone said. Harder and longer too. She needed it tonight more than air.He gripped her hips with his fingers pressing into her flesh and lined up his hard cock with her wet entrance. “Damn, look at this perfect ass.” he growled. “You're dripping for me already. Gonna slide right in and own this pussy.”With one rough thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. The sudden stretch made her gasp with her pussy walls clenching around his cock. Skin slapped against skin loudly and Becky rocked with each powerful stroke with her breasts swaying beneath her and nipples hard.
The house was finally quiet.Our mothers had gone out for the evening…some last-minute holiday errand that required both of them and a suspiciously long estimated return time. Theo and I were alone for the first time since the backyard incident. We had settled on opposite ends of the living-room couch under the pretense of watching a movie neither of us was actually paying attention to.Every time I shifted, I still felt the ghost of his fingers inside me. Every time he moved, I remembered the exact weight and heat of his cock against my palm.I decided I was done pretending.I stretched my legs out along the couch, letting my foot brush his thigh. Theo’s eyes flicked to the contact but he didn’t move away. I did it again, slower. Then I scooted closer under the excuse of adjusting a pillow. My shoulder pressed against his. When I reached for the remote that was nowhere near me, my hand trailed deliberately across his stomach.Theo’s breathing changed.I kept my eyes on the screen,
Theo’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. He didn’t answer right away. His fingers flexed against my waist, digging in just enough to hold me still, and the hard length of him twitched under me again.Neither of us moved.I should have scrambled off him. I should have made a joke or an insult or anything to break the moment. Instead I stayed exactly where I was, straddling his hips, hands still braced on his wet chest. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure he could feel it.Theo’s voice came out low and rough when he finally spoke.“You know exactly what it is.”The words sent a fresh pulse of heat straight between my legs. I shifted without meaning to, a small roll of my hips, and the hard length of him dragged against me through the wet layers of fabric. A soft, involuntary sound escaped my throat. Theo’s jaw tightened. His hands on my waist flexed again, not pushing me away.“Maya,” he said, strained. “If you’re going to get off me, do it now.”I didn’t get off him.I leaned do
Chapter 5: He is hard🍆🍆I had been planning a prank since the second I woke up, still thinking about that stupid kiss.The memory of Theo’s mouth on mine had followed me into sleep and then straight into the morning.Every time I closed my eyes I felt the exact pressure of his lips, the way his hand had tightened in my hair, the low sound he made when I kissed him back. I hated it. I hated that my body kept replaying it like it had been good. So I decided the only logical response was revenge in the form of ice-cold water.Theo was in the backyard helping my mother move outdoor chairs, wearing an old white T-shirt that was already a little too fitted across the shoulders and chest. It was just the perfect timing for my prank. I filled a large plastic cup with the coldest water I could get from the kitchen sink, added a few ice cubes for good measure, and walked outside with the most innocent expression I could manage.He was bent over slightly, adjusting one of the chair legs. The
Chapter 4: It never happened My mother and Diane stood frozen in the doorway, the grocery bags still in their hands, staring at the exact position Theo and I had been in thirty seconds earlier.I scrambled the rest of the way off him so fast I nearly slipped in the flour again. Theo sat up like the floor had burned him. We both looked wrecked, our hair messy, clothes rumpled, lips still faintly swollen.“It’s not what you think,” I said immediately, my voice higher than normal.Theo wiped the back of his hand across his mouth like he could erase the evidence. “Definitely not what you think.”Diane’s smile only grew. “Oh, I think it’s exactly what I think.”My mother set her bags down on the counter with exaggerated care. “Well. That was… unexpected.”“It was an accident,” I insisted. “I tripped. We fell. Mouths collided. Pure physics.”“Very enthusiastic physics,” Diane murmured.Theo stood up, brushing flour off his jeans with more force than necessary. “Nothing happened. It was a







