All Chapters of UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts : Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

The sleepover had gone quiet by midnight. Mia had fallen asleep halfway through the second movie, curled under a blanket on the far end of the big sectional. The television still glowed with the menu screen. Empty snack bowls sat on the coffee table. I was still awake, scrolling my phone under the throw blanket, when the front door opened and closed with more force than usual. Heavy footsteps moved through the entryway. Keys hit the small table near the stairs. A cabinet opened in the kitchen, then a glass clinked against the counter. I heard the low sound of liquid pouring. Mia’s dad was home. I had met him a handful of times—drop-offs, quick hellos in the driveway, once at a birthday dinner where he stayed polite and mostly quiet. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair going a little gray at the temples. The kind of man who looked like he carried more than he said out loud. Mia always claimed he worked too much and slept too little. Tonight the uneven rhythm of his steps said he had b

His fingers worked inside me in steady strokes while Mia slept only a few feet away. I kept my face pressed to his shoulder to muffle the sounds I couldn’t hold back. Mr. Hale’s thumb rubbed tight circles over my clit. The wet noise of his fingers moving in my cunt felt too loud in the quiet living room. Every time Mia shifted under her blanket my whole body tensed, but she only mumbled and settled again. “Look at me,” he whispered. I lifted my head. His eyes were dark and heavy with the same need that had me shaking against his hand. He watched my face while he curled his fingers and pressed harder against the sensitive spot inside me. The pressure built fast. My thighs trembled. I bit down on my own lip to stay silent as the pleasure coiled tighter. “Come,” he said, barely audible. “Do it quietly.” The order broke me. My cunt clenched around his fingers in hard pulses while I shook against him, a raw sound trapped in my throat. He worked me through every wave, slowing only when

The key card blinked green on the third try. I was tired, duffel bag heavy on one shoulder, the long train ride still sitting in my bones. The hallway of the hotel stretched quiet and identical in both directions—beige carpet, soft wall sconces, the low hum of the air system. Room 614. That was what the front desk had given me. I pushed the handle down and stepped inside. The room was already occupied. Steam drifted from the open bathroom door. The shower ran full force. A man’s clothes lay folded over the chair near the window—dark jeans, a gray button-down, a watch left on the desk beside a half-drunk bottle of water. The bed was untouched. A suitcase stood open on the luggage rack. I froze just past the threshold, the door still open behind me. “Hello?” My voice came out thinner than I intended. The shower continued. No answer. I should have backed out immediately, checked the number again, returned to the front desk. Instead I took another step inside and let the door swing

We didn’t make it to the bed right away. I stood in the middle of the hotel room with the towel wrapped loosely around me while Noah dried off. Water still beaded along his shoulders. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, slick from the shower and from me. The wrong-key mistake had already become something else entirely, and both of us knew it. He dropped his towel and crossed the space between us. One hand tugged mine open and let it fall. The cool air of the room tightened my nipples at once. Noah looked at me for a long second—bare, still wet between the legs with his come, standing in a stranger’s room like I belonged there—then backed me toward the wide window. The glass was cold against my back. City lights blurred through the sheer curtain. “Again,” he said. He lifted one of my thighs, hooked it over his hip, and pushed back into my cunt in a single thrust. I was still slick from the shower and from him. The stretch pulled a raw sound from my throat. Noah fucked me agains