Lahat ng Kabanata ng LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

“Yeah mom, I know,” I said, rolling my eyes just enough to sell the teenage attitude she expected.Mom sighed, already halfway out the door, keys jingling in her hand. She was in her scrubs, hair pulled back in a tired ponytail, smelling faintly of hospital antiseptic like always. “I’ll be back in the morning. I’m dropping Carmichael off at Tyler’s on my way to work, so don’t burn the house down while I’m gone, okay?”Carmichael was already bouncing by the front door, backpack slung over one shoulder, grinning like he’d won the lottery. “I’m gonna play Fortnite all night!” he announced for the tenth time.I forced a smile. “Yeah, yeah, have fun, gremlin.”Mom gave me a quick hug, kissed the top of Carmichael’s head, then turned to Carmen.She leaned up and kissed him, quick, routine, the kind of kiss that had no heat left in it. “Love you. Be good.”“Love you too,” he said, voice steady.The door closed behind them.Carmichael’s excited chatter faded as Mom herded him toward the car.

The next day I grabbed the gloves and stepped outside, ready to help my new neighbor.Yes, that was what I was going to do. Just help.I kept repeating it in my head like a mantra while I crossed the yard.I had on a white tank top that would turn basically see-through once I got sweaty, and denim cut-off shorts so short the pockets hung out the bottom. Flip-flops. Hair in a messy ponytail. Sunglasses pushed up on my head. Lip gloss. Nothing special. Just normal summer work-in-the-yard clothes.Jace was already out there, shirtless again, sweat running in lines down the grooves of his abs, tattoos dark and vivid against his tanned skin. He was prying the last rotted post out of the ground with a crowbar, muscles bulging, veins standing out on his forearms. The sun caught the sweat on his back and made it shine.I cleared my throat.He looked up.Those hazel eyes hit me like a slap.“Hey,” I said, holding up the gloves like proof. “I brought reinforcements.”He straightened slowly,

“Wanna go again,” Jace murmured against the shell of my ear, voice gravel-low and thick with fresh hunger. His cock was still buried deep inside me, softening only slightly, every tiny twitch sending aftershocks through my oversensitive walls.I could barely speak. My thighs were shaking, slick with both of us, the creamy mess already leaking out around his shaft and trailing in slow, obscene rivers down the insides of my legs. My sundress was still bunched around my waist, tits pressed flat to the cool glass, nipples so hard they ached.“Yes,” I whispered, voice wrecked. “Fuck yes. Again. Please.”He let out a dark, satisfied chuckle that vibrated straight through my spine.“Good girl.”He pulled out slowly, deliberately, letting me feel every thick inch drag along my swollen walls. The wet sound of him leaving me was filthy, unmistakable. A thick gush of his cum followed immediately, spilling from my stretched, gaping hole and dripping in heavy ropes onto the hardwood floor between

The gym lights dimmed to emergency mode at exactly 10:45 p.m. I heard the front doors lock with that heavy metallic click from the main hallway. Most nights I timed it perfectly: finish my last set of squats, wipe down the machines, slip into the women’s locker room while the last stragglers shuffled out. Tonight the place felt emptier than usual. No chatter from the cardio section. No squeak of sneakers on the basketball court. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant drip of a leaky showerhead somewhere down the hall.I liked being last. The quiet let me linger under the hot spray longer than I should. Let my hands wander. Let the steam hide the way my fingers slipped between my thighs when no one was watching.I stripped in the empty locker bay, peeling off my sports bra so my nipples tightened instantly in the cool air. Sweat still clung to my skin, salty and slick. My leggings came next, sticking to my thighs before I kicked them into my open locker. No panties to

Marcus stood in the middle of the living room like he was waiting for judgment. Shirt gone. Jeans open but still hanging on his hips. Hands locked behind his back. At six-foot-four and stacked with muscle from years in the gym, he looked huge… but right now he felt small. His cock was already thick and heavy in his briefs, leaking a wet spot just from knowing what was coming.The bedroom door opened.Ava walked out slowly.Six-foot-one barefoot, but those black combat boots made her tower even more. Ripped jeans tight on her long legs. Leather jacket open, no shirt underneath, just that thin black sports bra stretched over her chest and the fat bulge pushing hard against her zipper. Dark hair in a high, tight ponytail. Eyes locked on him like he was already hers.She didn’t rush. She circled him once. Twice. Let him feel her stare crawling over his body.“Strip,” she said. Voice low. Flat. No please. No question.Marcus swallowed. Fingers moved fast. Jeans and briefs shoved down toget