All Chapters of TIT FOR TAT: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 Adrian I met Serena at a time when I wasn't looking for love. I was looking for stability. A woman who would never embarrass me. Someone decent. Someone who understood what marriage meant and wouldn't constantly demand the things I couldn't—or didn't want to—give her. I had watched enough marriages fall apart around me to know that beauty alone wasn't enough. A woman could be beautiful and still destroy a man's peace. Then I met Serena. She was different. At least, that was what I believed. The first time we spoke, there was something calm about her. She wasn't desperate for attention. She didn't throw herself at me. She didn't care about impressing people, and somehow that made me notice her more. I watched her for weeks before I finally approached her. She was graceful without trying to be. Polite without being weak. She knew how to carry herself, and there was something about the way she treated people that made me believe I had found exactly what I needed. A dec

Chapter 13 Vanessa’s head thunked against the window. “Adrian—fuck—more.” I dropped to my knees, spread her thighs, and dragged my tongue up her slit in one long, slow lick before sealing my lips around her clit. I sucked hard, flicking the tip of my tongue in tight circles while I shoved my fingers deeper, curling them against that spongy spot inside her. Her thighs started shaking. I hummed low, the vibration making her cry out, and she came hard, flooding my tongue with hot, sweet wetness. I kept licking through it, drinking every drop until she whimpered and tried to push my head away. I stood, spun her to face the glass, and freed my cock. It was already leaking. I rubbed the thick head up and down her dripping folds, coating myself, then drove in to the hilt in one thrust. Vanessa’s forehead hit the window; her pussy clenched around me like a fist. I fucked her fast and brutal, skin slapping loud, each stroke slamming her tits flat against the cold glass. I reached around, pinc

Chapter 15 Now they sounded like another lie, “I love you too,” I said. The call ended. I lowered the phone. Silence filled the bathroom. Alex stared at me. Then he burst out laughing. “What?” I asked, surprised at the laugh. Alex straightened, lips glistening. "What a mischievous woman. Just how I like them—so cocky." Then I smiled, turning to face him. "I told you we could be better gamers. This is a game, and I call it TIT FOR TAT." He answered by backing me against the cool tile wall. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding hot and wet. His hands roamed—squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples, then sliding down to spread my thighs. I reached between them, wrapped my fingers around his hardening cock, and stroked him in slow, firm pulls until he was fully erect and throbbing. Alex lifted me so easily. My legs locked around his waist as he carried me into the open shower. This bathroom was so luxurious, it had different sections and now we were moving to another

Chapter 17 His eyes remained fixed on mine. I could practically see the amusement in them. "Vanessa, I said I'm working. We'll talk later." She apparently said something else because Alex's expression became slightly colder. "I understand." Then he ended the call. For two seconds, neither of us moved. Then I burst out laughing. Alex laughed too. I covered my mouth with one hand, shaking my head, "Oh my God." Alex placed his phone on the counter and laughed harder. "Did you hear yourself?" "I wasn't the one speaking!" "But you heard her questions." "I heard enough." He shook his head. "They actually think we're fools." I laughed again. "First Adrian calls me, pretending everything is normal. Then, barely thirty minutes later, Vanessa calls you and starts asking almost the same questions." Alex folded his arms. "Can you imagine?" I wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of my eye. "They are probably sitting somewhere congratulating themselves for how well they're hi

Chapter 19 ALEX I woke up to the smell of something delicious. I slowly sat up. My neck complained from sleeping in an awkward position, and I rubbed the back of it with a tired sigh. The room was quiet, but somewhere beyond the living area came the soft clatter of plates and the faint sound of something sizzling. I frowned. Food? I stood and stretched, running one hand through my dishevelled hair before following the smell toward the kitchen. Then I stopped. Serena was standing at the kitchen counter. For several seconds, I simply stared. She had her back toward me as she moved around the kitchen, completely absorbed in whatever she was preparing. Her hair was pulled back loosely, with a few strands falling around her face. She was wearing one of the dresses that looked very simple and somehow made her look even more beautiful than she had in any designer dress. There was something about seeing her like this that caught me completely off guard. I had seen Serena angry. I