Page 11 of Crave

“You want to come?”

I moaned again. “Yes.”

“You know what to do.” I arched back, trying to get him to hit my sweet spot. “Oh, no, my sweet little whore. Did you think I’d make it easy? You get off by my cock only. I’d advise you get moving.”

“Motherfucker,” I whispered, half insult, half praise.

He sunk his teeth into my skin, then licked the wound. I tightened around him. “That’s right. Move.”

Oh, God.

He gave me just enough room to begin bouncing up and down in tiny movements. It was slow torture, trying to go faster but not allowed, trapped by the limitations he set in an awful, delicious sexual torture that got me so hot, slick, wet noises rose in the air, evidence of my greed.

He urged me on, whispering filthy things in my ear, allowing me to move more second by second until I was frantically working at his cock, reaching desperately for my orgasm, pride shattered in tiny pieces around him.

I cried his name in a plea, and he gripped my hips, finally slamming me hard and fast on top of him, pushing me slightly forward so my clit barely brushed his hard length, but it was enough.

I exploded into my orgasm, shuddering around him. He stroked me and called me his perfect, beautiful whore, his good girl, and I began to sob at the intensity of release.

Adam picked me up from the water, wrapped me in a towel, and dried me gently. Boneless, wrecked, I let him take care of me. He tucked me back into bed, climbing in beside me and turned out the lights.

His arms kept me from bad dreams, but I knew with daylight, I’d have to make some hard choices.

Chapter Six

Landon

Listen to Let’s Go to Hell

by Tai Verdes

“Ihave to tell you something.”

I worried my lip as I stared at my best friend. It felt weird to be alone with her without Daisy and Gabby. We’d become a tight group and I’d felt supported after Max’s betrayal. It was definitely easier for us to be together again after Max vowed to chill, but I still think everyone was a bit off. With Adam running off to LA, Max and I on shaky ground, and Elle beginning to get into music more than acting, we were all going in our different paths.

I knew, eventually, things had to change. Nothing lasts forever—even best friends. But I wanted to cling harder to all of us for a little while longer. I needed to believe we’d be able to make it through the hard times, especially when I came clean about my relationship with Adam.

God, Max had been the bad guy for so long, I wasn’t sure how to handle taking his place.

“You’re scaring me. Is it something withDumped?” Elle asked, chewing on her straw as she sucked up a Diet Coke. We were both scheduled to work Red tonight, and I wanted her to know before we began our shift. I picked at my salad and figured the best way to do this was dive right in.

“I’m sleeping with Adam.”

The soda must’ve gone down the wrong pipe, because Elle began choking. Her eyes turned red and watery, and she gripped the edge of the table, as if in desperate need of air. I hurried over to her side and pounded on her back until she stopped hacking. Wheezing, she turned to me with her jaw unhinged. “Sorry. I thought you said something else. What about Adam?”

“You heard right. I’m sleeping with Adam. Please don’t hate me.”

Her eyes bugged out of her head and she stared at me for a few moments. The waitress came by and asked if we needed anything, but one look at Elle had her scurrying away. She tried to speak several times but nothing came out. My heart pounded hard in my chest and my stomach clenched. I had to get her to understand what happened. I refused to lose Elle from my life.

“Wait. Just—wait. You’re sleeping with Adam. Our Adam? Or another Adam?”

I winced. “Our Adam.”My Adam, my heart and soul screamed. But Elle wasn’t ready for that intensity yet.

“How long?”

“Since the night Max blew up at Red. I ended up at Adam’s door and we slept together.”

Now, she seemed to have too much breath and began panting hard. “This isn’t happening,” she muttered, shaking her head hard. “I’m hallucinating. You hate Adam. Unless––”

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