I Keep Craving Craving You Novels & Stories

The bartender, a black young man in his late twenties looked up, startled for a second, not because she was familiar, but because she looked like a vision carved from heartbreak and poise. “What can I get you, Ma'am?” he asked. She smiled faintly. “Something strong.” He nodded, reached for a bottle of amber liquor, and poured. “Whiskey neat?” She didn’t blink. “Make it double.” The first sip burned her throat. The second warmed her chest. By the third, she felt the room blur softly around the edges, the noise, the light, the music, all of it blending into a quiet hum that numbed the ache inside her.

“Y-yes—fuck, yes—” I smear precome in slow, teasing circles until he’s shaking. “God, you’re perfect,” I breathe against his temple, kissing the sweat there. “You want my cock, don’t you, baby?” A sob tears out of him. His hands finally move—clutching at my shoulders, his nails digging into my sweaty skin. “Please,” he breathes. “Please, Nico—I need—” I cut him off with another deep, claiming kiss. Then I spin him around in one swift motion so his back slams against my chest.

Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly. The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her. "Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."

I needed to taste her, even if it had consequences like a forbidden fruit. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, beckoning me to meet them. I thought I was going to drown. I needed to hear her whimper, moan, or something. I grazed her lips with mine, forgetting why I was doing all of that to her in the first place. It was to tease her and not the other way around. But that had changed; it was now about me, her, and my craving.

“Time is fine. But do not wait too long. Your body is already begging.” Later that night I lay in my bedroom, pretending to sleep. My mind would not stop. I kept seeing Julian’s confident smile and Marcus’s intense eyes. I wanted both of them. One rough and strong, the other smooth and commanding. Together. The thought made me press my thighs together under the sheets. Just a little longer. I cannot give in yet. But deep down I knew the truth. I was already falling. And the secrets in this house might destroy everything. The aches between my legs became too much. I slipped my hand under my nightdress and between my legs. I was soaking wet. My fingers found my swollen clit and started rubbing

Traffic was smooth, not too many cars out on the causeway at five o'clock in the morning as I made my way to the office. I couldn't sleep. My mind kept wandering back to her picture and that sweet smile that held just a smidge of sass. A ping alerted me to an incoming message, and I looked over at the screen placed in a holder. Jax's name flashed across, and I pulled over. Why would he message me this early? These messages will begin and not stop until you have checked the profile made for you on Craving Sugar. Don't make them escalate to harassment. I am prepared. ~Jax

Then he broke. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice cracked. "Every night. Every morning. Every time I close my eyes, I see you on your knees, looking up at me. And I…." He pressed his palm against his forehead, like he was trying to press the thoughts out. "I've never wanted anyone like this. I've never needed anyone like this. And it terrifies me." I closed the distance between us. I reached up and touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch like a starving man.

I love this Mekayla; I love this Mekayla with an insatiable sex drive. Unable to contain myself anymore, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take. For a brief moment, I pull away; with a shaky breath, I whisper, "Mekayla." Prolonging each letter to savor it. "My god Mekayla, I crave you so much."

Why was I suddenly craving him? "Craving him?" I laughed hard at my thoughts. I was craving someone I had just met hours earlier? This must be madness. I continued preparing the Takoyaki to get my mind off him. It worked for a while but after, I couldn't resist it. The Takoyaki was finally done, and my mouth watered. The cravings I had initially came crawling back. The cravings that woke me up from bed, the cravings that made me skip work and go to the store to get the ingredients. The cravings that made me meet Zac.

is screaming at me, what my pussy is belching out is definitely not hate. Is it? No. I don’t fucking know. But all I know at this moment, this very moment, is that I want Askar. It’s like my whole body is craving him to touch every single inch of my body. To feel his hands tracing and swaying all over my body, it craves it. I wanted more of him, I need more, I for fucking sake crave the shit out of it. But my mind, my stupid ass brain is saying otherwise. Is my mind, or heart, or even my pussy right? I couldn’t tell, I physically have no clue what is right, and it’s eating at me. “I want you Askar. But Bell.” I broke out. “We aren’t thinking about her right now.” He said, as he continued to