Unholy Cravings: A Collection Of Taboo Erotica Stories

3. Time To Have Some Fun

Chapter 3

Dalia stared at her reflection one last time, noting how the dress she had chosen made her feel bolder than she had any right to feel after three weeks of heartbreak. Still, her stomach fluttered with nerves as they pulled up to the address Levi had texted earlier.

The house was bigger than she expected, with loud music coming from the inside while people spilled onto the front lawn with red cups in their hands.

Lucy grabbed her arm with a grin. “Come on. Time to have some fun.”

Inside, the party was in full swing. Bodies were moving without a care in the world on the makeshift dance floor, with the air thick with the scent of beer, weed, and way too many horny people. Dalia instantly felt a wave of anxiety, but Lucy quickly dragged her straight to the kitchen where a rowdy game of beer pong was happening.

Levi spotted them almost right away. He crossed the room with that easy, confident movement of his, wearing a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His smile widened when his eyes landed on Dalia.

“You came,” he said, voice warm and low enough to cut through the music. “And you look incredible. Dangerous actually, just like I told you.”

Dalia managed a small smile at the compliment. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Lucy laughed. “I’m grabbing a drink and maybe some d***s. You two behave… or don’t. I won’t judge.” And with that, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving them both alone.

Levi handed Dalia a cup. “Start slow. It’s going to be a long night.”

They began with shots…one round after another, stopping just long enough to dance away the tipsyness before returning for another. The alcohol had burned at first, but as the night wore on, it began to loosen her limbs and her inhibitions. Dalia found herself laughing at Levi’s terrible jokes, and moving her body against his on the crowded dance floor. His hands rested on her waist, respectful at first, then growing bolder as the hours slipped by and the drinks kept coming.

Lucy popped up every so often, cheering them on and pressing more alcohol into their hands. “This is what I’m talking about!” she shouted over the music. “Finally living again!”

By midnight, Dalia was properly drunk. The room tilted pleasantly, and everything felt warmer, softer, and easier. Levi stayed close to her the entire time, his body heat cutting through the chaos. Every time he leaned in to speak against her ear, his lips brushed her skin and sent little sparks racing down her spine.

At some point they sneaked through the crowd and found themselves in a bedroom upstairs which somewhere in her subconscious, she assumed was Levi’s judging by the large bed and the gym bag tossed in the corner.

Dalia leaned back against the wall, the alcohol making her brave. “So… is this where you bring all your victims?”

Levi chuckled and came closer until he had her gently pinned between his body and the wall. “Victims? That’s a strong word.”

She looked up at him, her heart hammering wildly. “You know what I mean. Hot gym guy with the perfect body. Girls must throw themselves at you every weekend.”

His hands settled on her hips, while his thumbs began tracing slow circles over the thin fabric of her dress. “Not every weekend. And definitely not someone like you.”

The atmosphere crackled with pent up s****l tension, and before they knew what was happening, Levi leaned down and kissed her. It started soft and almost careful at first, but quickly went deeper when she kissed him back without doubt. His tongue slid against hers, and Dalia moaned softly into his mouth, grabbing his dark hair as she did.

Clothes began to disappear slowly...her dress being the first to touch the floor before his shirt followed. Their heated skin collided, warm and electric before Dalia dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands surprisingly steady as she worked open his belt and zipper. When she freed the monstrous and hardened c**k that had been yearning for freedom. She gasped at the sight, but she didn’t hesitate as she took him into her mouth, starting slow, then taking him deeper, using her tongue and hand in a smooth rhythm.

Levi groaned openly, his head falling back in absolute ecstasy. “f**k… Dalia.” His voice was rough with pleasure, one hand gently gripping her hair. “Just like that… God, that feels incredible.”

She worked him harder, loving the shameless sounds he made, the way his hips twitched as he fought to keep control. The raw moans spilling from him only turned her on more.

Levi finally pulled her up, kissing her fiercely before guiding her onto the bed where he proceeded to strip away the rest of her clothes with impatient hands. Then he spread her legs and settled his head comfortably between them.

His mouth was on her almost instantly…hot, wet, and relentless.

Dalia gasped, arching her back in blissful agony as his tongue circled her c**t with perfect pressure. He licked and sucked, two fingers sliding inside her expertly and curling just right. Pleasure built fast and fierce. She was soaked completely, grinding her hips against his face and moaning louder than she thought she could.

“Oh god… Levi… don’t stop…”

He didn’t. He devoured her like he was starving, moaning against her folds, and pumping his fingers faster. Dalia felt herself trembling, her mind lost in the haze of alcohol and overwhelming sensation.

Just as when it seemed she was going to start begging for him to fill her up with his d**k, the intense pleasure suddenly gave way to an emotional jolt of pain that dragged her back to reality. The tears came suddenly, hot and unstoppable.

“I can’t do it anymore…” she sobbed, pushing weakly at his shoulders. “I can’t… I’m sorry… I just can’t.”