Booktok Spicy Novels & Stories

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

She knows she’ll never be more than a quick fuck. “Go clean yourself up. You work here.” I don’t wait for her reply; just walk away. My shoes echoing against the marble floor as I make my way to the dining room. The scent of steak drifts toward me. A tomahawk. My favorite. I take a seat, and cut into it slowly, savoring the richness on my tongue.

We started with small talk; work, weather, some show she was binge-watching, and sometimes while we were talking we'll hold eye contact for long, and when we've felt we'd held eye contact for long, we'll both flit our eyes away, a smirk on our faces. I loved watching her talk, and not just to listen, but just to watch her pretty lips move. Every time our hands brushed while reaching for the sugar or the napkins, a spark shot up my arm. After taking the last spoon of the well cooked mashed potatoes and downing it with my favorite coffee, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. “This…was soooo good.” She handed me a napkin to clean my mouth and electricity skittered down my spine as our tips

Chapter 2: I Got Handcuffed And Devoured By The Criminals I Was Supposed To Arrest The Spicy Cube is burning through my system like liquid fire. Every nerve in my body is alive. My skin feels too tight. My nipples are aching peaks. And my pussy — God, my poor neglected pussy — is throbbing so hard it almost hurts. I’ve never felt anything like this. Six weeks of celibacy have left me starving, and these two dangerous women are feeding on me like I’m their last meal.

“Oops!” Celine was surprised. Iced caramel macchiato with Bobba was spilled just like that. She had just enjoyed a little. Today's weather in Manhattan was quite hot and it was best to enjoy a glass of iced caramel macchiato. Unfortunately... “You!” Sella pointed at Celine with an angry look. “What are you doing?!”

“Did you understand what she said?” He raised an eyebrow. “Did you?” I shook my head with a sheepish smile. He chuckled as we walked over to an empty table and sat down. “Alright,” he said, picking up a piece with a toothpick, “Say ‘ahhh.’” He opened his mouth wide like a kid, making me giggle. I followed his lead, and he fed me a piece of the tteokbokki. The moment it hit my tongue, I froze. “AAAAH! IT’S SO SPICY!”

I could handle a lot of things, and spicy food wasn’t one of them. Just then, Owen leaned back in his chair and said, “One more bowl.” Tessa giggled, her voice a soft melody that made my stomach rumble harder than the spicy chili already had. “You always liked it this spicy, huh?” He gave her a smile, like the two of them were sharing some secret history together. Meanwhile, I sat there with my tongue burning and my lungs begging for mercy. Fuck this trait of not being able to eat spicy food! But as Owen’s face tipped toward me, I couldn’t help it.

I asked. She shrugged, “It’s okay.” “Really?” She nodded. I stared at her before picking up my spoon and took a spoonful of it. I brought the spoon to my mouth and immediately it touched my tongue. I spat the whole content out. My eyes widened in a fraction as I picked up the glass of water before me and stared at her, what the fucking hell? How was she eating this without making a face? “What the hell?” I asked. Looking at her face now I can see how red it has become, why didn’t she say anything about the food being this spicy? It burned my tongue immediately after it touched it and now my whole mouth felt like it had been set on fire.

Trixie’s POV Before I knew it the ten minutes of reading time was up and the teacher was dismissing us from book club for today. Jerica and I headed to the parking lot where Jake was waiting on us. I quickly hopped in the back with a quick, “Hey Jake!” and locked the back doors so Jerica would sit up front with him. She actually got in the front this time without an argument or snide remark to me or Jake! Maybe he was finally growing on her! She jumped in looking at Jake, “Hey!” She said with a small soft smile. “Hey, how was book club?” he asked her. “It was good, we are going to read a romance novel with werewolf’s! They are always spicy!” She said sounding excited. I knew Jerica liked to

My mouth opened in a silent scream as I came, eyes squeezed shut. ​"One," I whispered into the empty room, mimicking Gabrielle’s count from the story as the first wave of pleasure crested. My back arched off the mattress, my fingers tangling in the silk sheets. ​The heat from the tteokbokki still lingered on my lips, but it was nothing compared to the white-hot sensation coiling tighter and tighter in my gut again. I moved the toy with frantic, desperate precision, my mind conjuring the image of Adrian’s tongue again—not on a spoon this time, but on me.