LOGINThe light didn’t come on. A small fuse popped somewhere in the house. The bulb must have been faulty. Ryan cursed under his breath in the sudden darkness. “Damn it. Not now.” He stood there, phone in hand, my ringtone still going. I held my breath tighter, body trembling against Marcus in the corner. One wrong move and it was over. Ryan took another step closer to the couch, feeling around. What would happen next? I didn’t know. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. The torch light from his phone moved slowly across the room. It passed over the couch cushions where we had been just minutes ago. I could see the edge of my nightdress lying there like a flag. My heart beat so hard it hurt. Marcus’s arm stayed tight around my waist. One beam of light in the wrong direction and Ryan would see us. See everything. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm down. This was my fault. I should have been more careful. The pleasure from earlier still lingered in my body, making my legs weak. M
Marcus had me right where I wanted him. The living room was dark except for a little moonlight sneaking through the thin curtains. We were still going at it on the couch, bodies moving together like we couldn’t get enough. I was on my back now, legs spread wide as he thrust into me slow and deep. Every push sent sparks through my whole body. The drink I took earlier had me so sensitive that even the brush of his skin felt electric. “Marcus… don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice barely there. My hands ran down his back, pulling him closer. He was hard and thick inside me, filling that ache completely. He leaned down, kissing my neck, then my breasts, sucking gently on one nipple while he kept moving his hips. I arched up to meet him, breathing fast. The couch creaked a little under us but I didn’t care. It felt too good. He lifted my right leg high, resting it on his shoulder. The new position let him go deeper. I gasped, biting my lip hard. His thrusts got stronger, steady, hitting the
I stared at the text from Marcus, my body still buzzing hard from that drink. Every nerve felt alive, almost too sensitive. Ryan had turned me down flat upstairs, leaving me aching and frustrated. Now Marcus was reaching out this late. If my own husband wouldn’t satisfy me, and if Marcus was right there offering, why say no? It wasn’t my fault. I’d tried with Ryan first. He chose sleep. This was just me taking care of what I needed. My thumbs moved fast. Yes. Marcus replied right away. Give me a few minutes. I paced the living room again, heart pounding. The wait felt endless. At Marcus's place, Sophia stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, wearing a loose shirt. She glanced at Marcus on the bed. He didn’t say anything. Just lay there facing the wall, eyes closed like he was already out. The silence felt heavy after her tease earlier. She climbed in beside him anyway, the sheets cool against her legs. For a moment she thought about reaching over, sliding her hand across his ches
Marcus sat there on the couch, heart racing, body tense and ready. Sophia’s hand had been on him just seconds ago, her kiss still warm on his lips. Then she stopped him cold. His fingers froze on the edge of her panties. “Why?” he asked, voice low and rough. “What’s going on?” She didn’t answer. Just gave him a small, mysterious look, climbed off his lap, and walked toward the bathroom. Her hips swayed, dress half open. The door clicked shut behind her. Marcus stared at the empty space where she’d been. Heat turned to frustration in his chest. “WHAT THE FUCK?” he shouted, loud enough for the whole house to hear. He stood up fast, shorts still tented, hands clenched at his sides. “Sophia! Get back here. You can’t just start that and walk away!” No reply came from the bathroom. Only the sound of running water. Marcus paced once, twice, muttering under his breath. The embarrassment from the party mixed with this new tease, leaving him angry and confused and horny. Ryan had gone to b
Bella finally stood up from the couch. Her legs felt stiff after sitting so long with her thoughts spinning. The plan with Marcus kept playing in her head, but she pushed it down for now. She grabbed her keys and drove home, the streets quiet in the early evening light. When she pulled into the driveway, Ryan’s car wasn’t there yet. Good. She needed a minute to herself. Inside, the house felt still. Bella kicked off her shoes and headed straight to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, staring at the shelves without much hunger. After a moment, she pulled out some eggs, tomatoes, and bread. Simple scrambled eggs would do. She cracked two into a bowl, whisked them quickly, and tossed in chopped tomatoes. The pan heated on the stove with a soft sizzle as she poured the mix in. She stirred slowly, the smell filling the kitchen. It felt normal, almost comforting, even if her mind was miles away. Just as she slid the eggs onto a plate, the front door opened. Ryan stepped in, shoulders slum
His words hung in the air. I looked at him, heart beating faster, wondering what he meant “A plan? What plan?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Marcus leaned closer. His elbow rested on his table, and he dropped his tone low, like the walls might be listening. “We’re going to get back at Jake for everything he’s done. That video he keeps waving around? We’re going to make our own and turn it against him. Make him wish he never started this shit.” Bella’s eyes widened. She searched his face for any sign he was joking, but there was none. “How? Tell me exactly.” He didn’t rush. Marcus rubbed his jaw for a second, thinking, then spoke carefully. “If Jake somehow gets that video back and tries to use it to make you sleep with him again, you play along at first. You text him, act like you’re scared but ready to give in. Tell him to come to your house when Ryan’s out for work or whatever. Make sure the place is empty. No one else around.” She nodded slowly, hanging on every
I stepped into the house quietly, hoping Ryan had already gone to bed. The lights were still on in the living room. He sat on the couch, staring at his phone. The second I closed the door, he looked up.“Where have you been?” he asked, eyes narrowing.“Training,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I
I stayed frozen on the couch long after Ryan went upstairs. My whole body still trembled. Marcus waited a few more minutes before he quietly slipped out from behind the couch. His eyes locked on mine. “That was way too close,” he whispered. “Get out,” I said, voice shaking. “Back door. Hurry.” I
My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst. Marcus was still buried deep inside me, both of us breathing like we’d just run a marathon. Sweat covered our skin. I felt him twitch one last time before the sound hit me. The garage door. Ryan was home. “Shit,” I whispered, pushing at Marcus
Marcus pushed forward, and I felt the thick head of his cock slide into me. Slow at first, stretching me open. I gasped, gripping the edge of the workout bench tighter. God, he was big. Bigger than Ryan had ever felt, even in the early days. “Fuck, Bella,” he groaned behind me, voice rough and lo







