Masuk2Chloe was right.Good dick is the cure for loneliness.Turns out, the satisfaction I'd been chasing wasn't hiding in another self-help podcast or twelve-hour workdays.It definitely wasn't buried somewhere between finding my purpose and investing in myself — the excuse I fed my family every time they questioned my work-kitchen-bed routine.Maybe I'd been lonely all along.Maybe I'd just needed one reckless night with a ridiculously attractive stranger in blue overalls to admit it.If I had been told this would happen, I would outrightly refuse it. Now, between Blake and I, I couldn't tell who was moaning louder.By the way, who doesn't love a man that moans like that?The night blurred into laughter, stolen kisses and clothes abandoned wherever they landed. Blake touched me like a man trying to memorize a song after hearing it only once. I loved it.There were moments when his confidence cracked, his hands trembled ever so slightly, his breathing hitched, and he looked at me with t
Pretty Thief 1“Your life is boring.”“You need to get laid.”“A good dick is the cure for loneliness.”“Go get fucked, Maya.”Words I'd heard a million times from my sister since she came to spend the week with me.Normally, I would ignore her like I had done all my life but there was truth in her words. I did need a cure for loneliness.So, here I was, on a Friday night, in a bar filled to the brim with hot men, ready to get fucked. I wasn't looking for love. That bullshit sounded expensive. Therapy was already draining my account. I didn't need to be more broken than I already was.I just needed to pick the right stranger to give me multiple orgasms and then I'd never have to see him again.Perfect, right?I flashed my teeth at the bartender as he pushed a shot glass towards me.He smiled back, like he was more than happy to be here. “First time?”I nodded, downing the liquid. “That obvious?”“Nah. Just haven't seen this pretty face around here before.”I beamed at the compliment
IVY'S POV You wanna know a feeling better than love?It's feeling safe.Jacob never made me feel safe. I was constantly insecure and that had nothing to do with all the emotional trauma I'd been through. Thinking about it now, I realized the problem was him.Because here I was now, in the arms of another, and the only thing I could feel was pure safety.That's another level of intimacy.It's the only level I actually want.Noah kissed me passionately, his hands pressing me to himself like he would merge our bodies if he could.A chilling sensation ran through me, settling as an aching throb at the spot just below my abdomen. I kissed him like my life depended on it, because maybe it did.My hand pressed to his chest, the other tangling in his hair. Our tongues danced, exploring the parts of each other that had remained hidden for way too long.I could feel my legs trembling, my arousal dripping into my underwear.I wanted to take it off.Hold on…Very like me to get soaking wet from
IVY'S POV I woke up expecting regret.Instead, I found a blanket tucked neatly around me.It took me exactly three seconds to realize I wasn't in my apartment.Four seconds to recognize Noah's living room.Five seconds to remember everything that happened last night… including kissing him.“Oh, fuck.”I sat upright so fast the blanket slid into my lap.What the hell had I done?“Morning.”His voice made me jump.Noah sat in the armchair across from me, a mug of coffee warming his hands. There were dark circles beneath his eyes I'd somehow missed yesterday, and he looked like he'd barely slept.“You okay?” he asked quietly.I opened my mouth but the words wouldn't form.“I…” Heat rushed to my face. “Noah, I'm so sorry. I drank too much and I…” I trailed off, my fingers slipping beneath my teeth as I bit anxiously.His eyes twitched, but he said nothing.That made me feel worse.“Noah, did we…”“No.” He interrupted before I could even finish. “I would never take advantage of you like t
NOAH'S POV She didn't come back.It was bad enough that I couldn't get her out of mind. It was bad enough that I couldn't wait to see her again. It was bad enough that I could barely concentrate. By the time three hours was up, I was jittery, tired of my mind and not done with her car. But all of this summed up did not feel quite as bad as her not showing up.Three hours… four… six… What are you doing, Noah?What was I doing?Having feelings for a girl I just met two days ago? This one beats me. I didn't even know her. Well, not like that. Not enough.But I wanted to.I wanted to know everything that had to do with her. I wanted to know if I was right about her biting her lips when she's anxious, the same way I was right about her bouncing her left leg.I wanted to know the songs she loved, the ones she sang so quietly every morning.I wanted to know how she loved her coffee. Bland like me? Or a lot of flavors, sweet enough to make my teeth ache like… well, like her.It was insan
IVY'S POV I knew he heard me.I wished he didn't.Like I said, this bad decision thingy had become a part of me. I don't know what the hell I was thinking touching myself and moaning like that. In my defense, I did not remember the paper thin walls until I was too far gone.I wondered what he thought of me now.Very like me to ruin this… whatever this was.I refused to move from my bed the next morning until I was sure he had stepped out. He couldn't see me but I was too embarrassed to even let him hear me.While he went about his morning, quiet as usual, I could hear him occasionally pause, like he was listening to hear from me. It made me sink further into my bed.Last night was… I could not help myself.He dashed into my apartment like some knight in shining armor. He saved my ass and for that, I was super grateful. But leaving the way he did, after filling my nostrils with that sweet scent… that was so not right to me.I could still smell him after he left.On my shirt, on my sof







