All Chapters of Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I woke up to the slow drag of his mouth along the side of my neck, feeling the warmth of his saliva. The room was still dark, just the faint glow of city lights filtering through the half-open curtains. Harrison’s body was pressed against my back, one arm draped heavy over my waist, his hand already between my thighs and two thick fingers slid lazily through the slick mess we’d made earlier, spreading his cum and my wetness over my swollen clit. I was sore in the best way, every muscle loose and aching, but my body responded instantly—arching back into him with a soft, sleepy moan. “Couldn’t let you sleep through it,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough from everything we’d already done. His fingers circled my clit with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. “Still got a few hours before the world starts moving again. I’m not wasting them.” I reached back, threading my fingers into his hair and tugging lightly. “Greedy,” I whispered, but there was no complaint in it.

The next morning was like a hangover even though I hadn’t drunk anything. Sun was already beating down by nine, turning the beach house into an oven. Mom and Dad were up early, packing a cooler like they were going on some expedition. Riley shuffled into the kitchen in a big t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts, yawning, hair all tangled. She caught me staring at her legs and raised an eyebrow but didn’t say shit about last night. Good. Neither did I. We loaded up and headed down to the beach. The sand was hot enough to burn your feet if you stood still too long. Dad immediately started dragging out beach umbrellas and chairs like he was building a fort. Mom slathered on sunscreen and disappeared under a big hat with her book. Riley dropped her towel a few feet from mine and peeled off her cover-up. Red bikini. That was all I could think. Tiny red triangles that barely held her tits in place, strings tied at the hips that looked like one tug would undo everything. She stretched out

The next morning the parents announced their big winery tour like it was the highlight of the whole vacation. Dad had booked some fancy tasting package with lunch and everything. “You kids okay holding down the fort?” Mom asked, already grabbing her big sun hat and tote bag. “Yeah, we’ll be fine,” I said, trying not to sound too eager. Riley was leaning against the kitchen counter in a loose tank and sleep shorts, sipping coffee. She gave a little shrug and a half-smile. “We’ll find something to do.” The second their rental car disappeared down the driveway, the house felt different, like the air itself knew what was coming. Riley set her mug down and looked at me across the kitchen island. “So… what now?” I crossed the space between us in three steps, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her hard. No almost this time. No interruption. She melted into it immediately, hands fisting in my t-shirt, tongue sliding against mine. We bumped into the counter, knocking a spoon onto t

The last full night hit different. Mom and Dad decided to throw a little goodbye party on the deck—invited the neighbors from down the beach, fired up the grill again, put out snacks and a couple bottles of cheap champagne. Music played low from Dad’s phone speaker, some old beach rock shit. String lights twinkled overhead, and the ocean crashed steady in the background like it had the whole week. Riley wore this short white sundress that made her legs look endless. Thin straps, no bra for me,I knew, and I knew from a quick bathroom grab earlier she had nothing on underneath. Every time she moved I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. She caught me staring across the deck and gave me that smirk, the one that said she knew exactly what she was doing. The parents were in full social mode, laughing with the neighbors, refilling drinks, talking about how this vacation had been “just what we all needed.” If only they knew how much Riley and I had needed it too. In

Valentina stumbled out of the club bathroom, the bass still thumping in her veins, her short silver dress riding up her thighs from all the dancing. The place was packed with bodies and overpriced drinks, the kind of night where everything felt possible until it didn’t. She’d been grinding on some guy earlier, laughing loud, when another man caught her eye across the VIP section. Tall, sharp suit, dark eyes that didn’t blink. He’d watched her calm and gentle. She didn’t remember much after that. A strong hand on her elbow guiding her toward a private exit, the smell of expensive cologne. Then nothing. Now she woke up on a massive bed in a room that looked like money had fucked architecture. Floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city lights sprawled out far below. No balcony access she could see. The door looked heavy as hell. Her wrists were cuffed to the headboard with soft leather, not too tight but no getting loose. Panic hit her as She yanked hard, cursing in Portuguese