All Chapters of SIN SO SWEET : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

After the park, everything felt… accelerated. It was like we had opened a door, we couldn’t close anymore. I tried to act normal around Sarah the next day. She hugged me tight at wine night, smelling like coconut sunscreen, and asked why I kept touching my neck (the hickey was already purpling under concealer). I laughed it off. “Allergies or something.” I think she bought it. Or pretended to.Jonah texted me at 1 a.m. that night.*Can’t sleep. Truck. Parking garage behind the old warehouse on 5th. Come now.*He didn’t add any emojis. No teasing this time, just a command like I was officially his whore now. I was already wet before I even grabbed my keys.I drove there wearing my favourite short and an oversized hoodie, that was so easy to strip, easy to explain if anyone saw me leaving my building at that hour. I arrived the garage it was mostly empty. I looked through the dim light, his black truck sat in the far corner, windows already fogging a little.I parked two spots away an

The days after the theater blurred into this constant low hum of want. Every time my phone lit up, my thighs clenched. Jonah’s texts got filthier, shorter, more demanding. *Miss that tight pussy. I need it soon.* *Thinking about you dripping my cum in public.* I’d read them at work, in the grocery store, even once while Sarah and I were doing laundry together—her folding his boxers while I stared at my screen and tried not to blush.Sarah had no clue. She kept planning cute friend things like she always did. “Mall day Saturday?” she asked over coffee Wednesday morning. “New summer sales, try-on haul, pretzel bites, the works. Jonah’s busy with some work things all day so it’s just us girls.”I almost dropped my mug. Perfect cover. My brain was already spinning the lie before I even answered.“Absolutely,” I said, grinning like an idiot. “I need new lingerie anyway. Feeling… spicy.”She laughed and wiggled her eyebrows. “Ooh, someone got a secret date I don’t know about?”If only she

The beach left marks—literal and not. Sand in my sheets for days, faint bruises on my knees from the driftwood, and a deep ache in my ass that made sitting at work feel like delicious torture. Jonah kept the texts coming like clockwork: filthy promises, timestamps, and demands. *Concert next Friday. That outdoor venue downtown. Wear the short denim skirt that turns me on by just staring at your hot legs. No panties. I want easy access in the crowd.*I told Sarah I won tickets to see this indie band we both loved… one she’d been obsessed with since college. “Girls’ night?” she asked, eyes lighting up. “Hell yes! Jonah’s got some guys’ thing anyway. Perfect.”Well guilt twisted, but the excitement burned hotter in me. I bought the tickets myself. Lied about the seats being general admission only. She didn’t question it. Why would she? I was her best friend. Loyal and trustworthy.Friday night hit like a fever. I wore the denim skirt—short enough the hem skimmed mid-thigh, loose enough

I don’t know exactly when it stopped feeling like a game.Maybe it was the night in the shed, Sarah’s name flashing on my phone while Jonah came down my throat and I swallowed every drop like it was the only truth that mattered. Or the library, where we left our mess on old poetry books that no one would ever read again. Or the balcony, where the neighbor’s light stayed on just long enough that I wondered if someone really had seen us—seen me arched over the railing, tits out, ass full of him, moaning into the night like I didn’t have a best friend sleeping ten feet away.Somewhere along the way, the thrill started tasting like ash.But I kept going back.Because stopping would mean facing what I’d become.It ended on a rainy Thursday in late October. The kind of rain that soaks through everything—clothes, excuses, lies.Sarah had been quieter lately. Not angry-quiet. Just… distant. She still texted me good morning memes, still invited me to brunch, still hugged me like I was her favo

The bar lights dimmed off one by one behind the counter, each click leaving the room a little darker until only the bloody red seep from the moon slipped through the blinds. Long stripes of it stretched across the floor like spilled paint. My legs were still trembling from what we did up on the bar. Every small shift sent a slow, warm slide of cum down the insides of my thighs. My thong was lost somewhere behind the stools—I didn’t even try to find it.Calder stayed quiet while he cleaned. Just took a damp rag to the wood, wiping slow circles over the exact spot where I’d been spread out. Like he was wiping away the mess and burning the memory into his palms at the same time. His shirt hung loose, jeans still half-unzipped, the thick outline of him pressing against the denim every time he moved.I slid off the edge carefully, biting my lip at the fresh ache and wore my shorts back on. The rough seam dragged right over my swollen clit with every step. Sweet, sharp torture.He finally l