YEARN FOR YOU

Used and left behind

Chapter Three

Lizzy’s POV

I woke up around five in the morning.

Josh was still in my bed, his heavy c**k already hard against my thigh. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked slowly. A sleepy groan rumbled in his chest. I leaned down, licked the tip, then took him into my mouth. He woke fully when I sucked harder, one hand fisting my messy hair and pushing me deeper. I let him use my throat, spit running down his shaft as I worked him faster, greedier, until his hips started lifting off the bed.

He pulled me off his c**k, rolled me onto my back, and pushed inside me in one thick stroke. The stretch pulled a broken sound from my throat. He f****d me slow at first, deep and deliberate, then harder, pinning my wrists above my head while he drove into me. Every thrust dragged against the sore, sensitive places he had already used the night before. I came hard around him, clenching and shaking, before he finally buried himself deep and spilled inside me again.

Afterward he carried me to the bathroom. Under the hot spray he pressed me against the tiled wall, hands roaming over my wet breasts, thumbs circling my n*****s until they ached. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, the tops of my breasts, then lower. I arched into him, pulling his mouth back to my t**s, needing more of that hungry attention. His fingers slid between my legs, stroking through the mess of c*m and water, teasing my swollen c**t until my knees weakened. The shower stayed warm and close—wet skin, lingering touches, the quiet sound of water and heavy breathing.

When we finished he dried me off himself, taking his time between my thighs, then helped me into clean clothes. We climbed back into my small bed. I rested my hand on his thick c**k under the sheets while some random show played on the laptop. The steady heat of him against my palm felt safe. Comforting. I fell asleep like that.

When I opened my eyes again, Josh was gone.

I checked the bathroom. The kitchen. Nothing. Panic rose fast. I stepped into the hallway and asked the old woman who lived at the far end. She told me the landlord had given Josh a quit notice. He had packed and left that afternoon.

He never mentioned it.

Back inside I found a folded white paper on my pillow.

Take that as farewell s*x. We’re nothing but neighbors—don’t get carried away. Nice tight p***y you got there. Loved the moans.

I tore the letter into pieces, hands shaking with anger.

I picked up my phone and turned it on. Ken’s call came through immediately. His voice cracked when I answered.

He was sorry. He wanted another chance. He would make it up to me.

Ken had always been good to me. He paid my bills. He helped me look for work after I lost my last job as a cleaner. I still hadn’t found anything better. Ever since my parents died when I was six, I had no one else. I depended on him for everything.

I lied without hesitation.

Told him I had my period, that my whole body was aching, that was why I hadn’t answered.

His voice softened instantly. He was already on his way with chocolates and flowers.

Guilt sat heavy in my chest, but the practical truth sat heavier. I couldn’t afford to leave him. I needed his money. I would have to manage the small d**k if it meant survival.

I moved fast—cleaned the room, threw the torn pieces of the letter away, straightened the sheets so no trace of Josh remained.

The knock came a short while later.

I opened the door. Ken pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me. I smiled through the guilt while he handed me the chocolates and flowers and told me he loved me. I hugged him back harder than I felt.

We sat on the sofa. I apologized for leaving the day before. He forgave me easily—of course he did. Ken was stupidly obsessed with me, deeply attached in a way that made everything simpler.

Then, in the middle of talking, he dropped to one knee and opened a small box. Inside sat an expensive golden ring, the most luxurious thing I had ever seen.

I stared at it.

Then I said yes. Loud. Twice.

My days of scraping by were finally ending.

All I had to do was manage the small c**k.

At least he was good with his fingers.