Summer Thrillers Novels & Stories

Both of us quicken our movements as her screams turn us on. I feel Val's body begin to twitch from the sudden rush of orgasms given to her. Val screams out again, this time matched by Shanyuan and my own screams of pleasure as we all cum at the same time.

She shows me a piece of yellow bikini that's extremely eye-catching. "I'm sure you're going to rock in it," I answer with a smile. "Miami chicks, better watch out for your men," she screams her usual lines, forcing a smile out of me, before breaking into a heavy sigh. "Even if I can't have Liam, this has been the best summer ever." Can we not talk about Liam?

The orgasm was building again, spiraling up from the pit of her stomach. "Now!" Mitch shouted. "Right now!" As both men exploded inside her, Autumn's orgasm roared through her like wildfire, burning her up, shaking her, pushing her from one plane to the next. Her pussy spasmed again and again, her hips rocking back and forth, riding first one man then the other. It seemed to go on forever, stretching her on a rack of desire that was beyond anything she'd ever felt. As if it had a mind of its own, her hand continued stimulating her clit, rubbing and rubbing, as the men shouted and pumped their semen inside the latex reservoirs.

But the threat lingered. The summer of forbidden sins had nearly destroyed them. Now, the final ghosts were rising. And this time, they were coming for blood.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

Julian stayed calm in public while working behind the scenes. I reviewed the dock maps with Elena. “We enter from the water side,” I told her. “The clues point to an old storage building. Liam waits there with the countdown over his head. The hacker wants panic. We give him action instead.” Elena agreed and marked the route. “The dead partner servers connect to old family deals,” she said. “This player knows the buried secrets. The countdown forces everyone to move fast. Liam’s safety comes first.” I felt the pressure of the ticking clock. The hacker’s message played again on the screens. “The truth dies in seventy two hours.” The family empire shook under the threat. Board members turned on

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"

As Richard stepped out of the shower, Ryan slipped out of the bedroom like a ghost. I lay in bed beside my husband that night, feeling my stepson’s cum still leaking out of me onto the sheets. Richard kissed my forehead innocently. “Goodnight, honey.” I smiled in the dark, my body aching, my mind already planning tomorrow. This summer was going to be the longest, hottest, and most dangerous one of my life.

I'm not going to take a drink, I'm not daft, and everyone is standing around, waiting for nothing. Any man in that room could have tried to kill me and now we are all congregating early to debate who had attempted it, the worst game of chicken I've ever played. We might as well let the poisoner into our storage of red honey. The first person to bite is Queen Selene herself. I hate it. She's bold and unwavering, resolute in her actions as she enters her court. Still, in her lovely sweater dress from earlier, she trapezes across the glittering floor, her hair trailing behind her, shoes clacking on the floor.