All Chapters of Irresistible Cravings: A short story Collection: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I couldn’t sleep. The guest room bed felt too warm, the sheets too soft, and my mind kept racing even after Sarah had fallen asleep beside me, snoring softly like she always did during sleepovers. Thirst finally forced me out of bed. I didn’t bother putting on shorts or a robe. It was the middle of the night, and I assumed everyone else was asleep.Barefoot, wearing only a thin white tank top that barely reached my hips and a pair of tiny pink lace panties, I tiptoed down the stairs. The house was dark except for the soft glow coming from the kitchen.I stepped inside and froze.Marcus stood at the counter, completely shirtless, his muscular back flexing as he poured water into a glass. At forty-five, Sarah’s father looked nothing like the typical divorced dad. Broad shoulders, defined abs, strong arms covered in light veins, years of working out had kept him in incredible shape. The gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips.“Mr. Marcus…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

My eyes widened in pure panic as Sarah’s footsteps stopped right outside the bedroom door. Marcus reacted instantly. He yanked the thick comforter over my head and pushed me down flat against his chest, hiding me completely under the covers.“Stay quiet,” he whispered urgently, his voice barely audible.The door creaked open slightly.“Daddy?” Sarah’s sleepy voice called out. “Are you awake? I can’t find Ava anywhere. She wasn’t in the guest room.”Marcus shifted slightly beneath me, his still-hard cock brushing against my cheek under the blanket. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said casually, his voice perfectly calm and normal. “Yeah, I’m awake. Couldn’t sleep either. What’s wrong?”I was frozen in terror, heart pounding so hard I was scared Sarah would hear it. My best friend was standing right there, just a few feet away, while I was naked under her father’s covers with his cum still leaking from my pussy.“I woke up and she was gone,” Sarah said, sounding worried. “I thought maybe she went

I stood completely naked inside Marcus’s dark walk-in closet, heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. My back pressed against his hanging shirts, still smelling like his cologne. Cum from earlier was still leaking down my inner thighs. I heard the bedroom door open.“Daddy?” Sarah’s voice came from inside the room. “You in here? I got off work early.”“Yeah, I’m here, sweetheart,” Marcus replied casually, his voice sounding completely normal. “How was your shift?”I held my breath. The closet door was only cracked open a few inches. Through the small gap, I could see Marcus sitting on the edge of his bed in just his sweatpants. Sarah stood near the doorway, still in her work uniform.“It was so busy tonight,” Sarah sighed, kicking off her shoes. “I’m exhausted. Where’s Ava? I texted her but she didn’t reply.”My stomach twisted with guilt. My best friend was right there, completely unaware that I was naked and hiding in her father’s closet, dripping with his cum.“She mentioned

Brock’s hand stayed firm on my lower back as he led me through a side door of the fire station two hours later. The building was mostly quiet, the night crew already out on another call. My legs still felt shaky from everything that had happened, the fire, the rescue, and what he’d done to me in the back of the truck.“Stay close,” he murmured, guiding me down a hallway. “No one should be here for a while.”The second we stepped into the locker room, he locked the door behind us. The space smelled like soap, sweat, and metal. Rows of lockers lined the walls, benches in the middle.Without a word, Brock grabbed the hem of my borrowed t-shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me topless. His eyes darkened as he looked at my breasts.“You’ve been through hell tonight,” he said, voice low and rough. “But I’m gonna make you forget all of that.”“ Brock… I’m still shaking from the fire,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Everything I own is gone. I don’t even have a place to sleep tonight

Brock’s apartment was only five minutes from the station, a simple but surprisingly clean second-floor unit with a big bed and not much else. The second the door closed behind us, he backed me against it, kissing me like he was still running on pure adrenaline from the fire call.“You’re staying here tonight,” he said against my lips, already pulling the blanket off my naked body. “No arguments.”I was still trembling from everything, the fire, the truck, the locker room, the blowjob while he was supposed to be working. “Brock… I have nothing. No clothes, no phone charger, nothing left from my apartment. This is all happening so fast.”He smirked and walked over to his closet, pulling out his formal firefighter uniform jacket, the dark blue one with all the patches. “Then you’ll wear this.”He draped the heavy jacket over my shoulders. The fabric smelled like him, smoke, cologne, and pure masculinity. It barely covered my ass, and the front hung open, exposing my breasts and pussy com