Unholy Cravings: A Collection Of Taboo Erotica Stories

WORTH THE RISK

WORTH THE RISK

Blurb:

He was hers. Until the night he looked at me like I was something he couldn’t stop touching.

Mia's POV

The bass thumped in the crowded house, vibrating up my spine as I sipped my third vodka. My best friend—Sarah—had dragged me here, insisting it was the “party of the summer” as if she didn't come here just to get boned.

It was her boyfriend Alex’s roommate’s birthday bash, and the place was packed with so many people from our old school who I had no interest in seeing.

“Come on, Mia,” she whined, her voice bubbly with that infectious energy of hers. “Alex’s friends are hot.”

If only she knew that my eyes couldn't be on anyone else except Alex.

Right now she had her arm looped through his. He towered over her in a fitted gray tee that strained across his chest. The sight of him only made my p***y clench on nothing. I’d always thought he was the perfect package, but he was Sarah's, and that meant off limits.

I wasn’t going to risk our friendship for a night of selfish desire.

“This place is insane! Alex, isn’t she killing it tonight?” Sarah squealed.

He turned those eyes on me, his smile slow and appreciative, raking over my body like he was memorizing every curve.

“Absolutely. You clean up nice, Mia.”

Heat flushed my cheeks, but I forced a smirk, “Flattery will get you everywhere. Where’s the dance floor? I need to sweat this drink out.”

We dove to the crowded dance floor, Sarah sandwiched between us, her laughter cutting through the chaos as we moved to the rhythm.

A moment later, Sarah's hand slipped from mine. I caught a glimpse of her twirling away with a group of girls, then vanishing into the kitchen. For shots, I presumed.

Alex stayed, his hip bumping mine as we swayed. His hand brushed my lower back to steady me when I stumbled over a stray bottle.

“Sorry,” he murmured, close enough that his breath tickled my ear, sending a shiver straight to my core. “This crowd’s brutal.”

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze. “I'm not complaining.”

Something flashed in his eyes, but I couldn't place what it was. We kept dancing, the space between us shrinking until his thigh slotted against mine, his fingers lingering on the bare skin at my waist.

Every brush ignited a spark. He pulled me closer to whisper over the music, “Sarah’s gonna kill me if I lose her again,” he said, but he didn't move.

“She’s fine,” I replied, bolder than I felt, turning to face him fully. My hands found his shoulders and my nails dug lightly into the muscle there. “She’s probably challenging someone to beer pong. Let her have her fun.”

His laugh was low, rumbling through me. “And what about you? What’s your fun tonight?”

You.

The thought flashed in my mind.

Instead, I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Depends on who is offering.”

Alex’s hand slid up my thigh, hidden in the shadows of the crowd. His touch was electric, his fingers tracing the underside of my dress, inching higher until they grazed the lace of my panties.

I gasped softly, pressing into him and feeling the hard line of his d**k against my hip.

“Mia,” he groaned.

I crashed my lips on his before he could say anything else.

I kissed him like I'd been starving for it, fisting his shirt to yank him closer. He nipped my lower lip, drawing a whimper from deep in my throat.

He broke away first, his eyes wild with lust. “Mia, upstairs. Now.”

We wove through the crowd, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me up the creaky stairs to a guest room at the end of the hall. The moment the door clicked shut, he was on me, backing me against the wall. He hiked my dress up around my waist, cool air kissing my thighs as he hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them down, letting them pool at my ankles.

He dropped to his knees. “God, I’ve always wanted this,” he admitted. “Every time you came over, laughing with Sarah, all I could think about was how you’d taste.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my p***y, his tongue flicking against my c**t. I cried out, fingers threading through his hair, my hips bucking as he devoured me. He licked and sucked like a starving man, one hand gripping my thigh to hitch it over his shoulder, the other sliding two fingers inside me.

“Alex… f**k… don't stop,” I moaned, his name breaking out of me.

He didn't. His free hand pinched my n****e through the thin fabric of my dress, rolling it until it ached.

Then the orgasm hit me in waves. I clenched around his fingers as I moaned his name, my body trembling against the wall.

He rose, licking his lips, a wicked grin on his face. “Your turn.”

I shoved him back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and straddled his lap, grinding down on the bulge straining his jeans. He groaned and squeezed my ass as I unzipped him, freeing his thick c**k, the tip glistening with pre-c*m.

I stroked him slowly at first, then faster, swiping my thumb over the head until his hips jerked.

“f**k, Mia. Condom’s in my wallet.”

“Later,” I whispered, positioning myself over him.

I sank down inch by inch. The stretch burned and Alex filled me completely. We both stilled, breaths shaking, then I rolled my hips, setting a rhythm that had him cursing under me.

His hand gripped my waist, guiding me harder and deeper, our bodies slapping together in frantic beats. I rode him like I’d been waiting years for this, leaning back to brace on his thigh, his eyes fixed on where we were joined as his c**k disappeared into me over and over.

He sat up suddenly and latched his mouth on my breast, sucking hard through the dress as one hand slipped between us to circle my c**t.

“Come for me again,” he demanded. “I want to feel you squeeze me.”

The command undid me. My second climax crashed over me as I clenched around him, my nails raking down his back. He followed with a guttural roar, spilling deep inside me, his hips stuttering as he held me down, riding it out until we were both spent.

We lay there after. Alex’s fingers traced lazy circles on my thigh, his lips brushing my shoulder.

“That was…”

“Yeah,” I murmured, turning to kiss him softly. “Insane.”

He chuckled and pulled me closer. “Worth the risk?”

For now, with his c*m buried inside me? Yes.

But deep down I knew that this moment would have been spent with Vivian if she hadn't followed those girls.

Still, as I slipped from the bed and straightened my gown, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.

Some sparks were just too bright to ignore.