Chapter 1: Midnight Heat
The sleepover at Jennifer’s house was supposed to be innocent, a throwback to our high school days of giggling over crushes and sneaking cheap wine. But nothing about Jen had been innocent since that freaky possession incident a month ago. Whatever demon had latched onto her left behind a hunger in her eyes—and a secret between her legs that I couldn’t stop thinking about. I was curled up under a thin blanket on her king-sized bed, the autumn chill creeping through the cracked window despite the heater’s feeble hum. My teeth chattered as I rubbed my arms. 'Jen, it’s fucking freezing in here,' I grumbled, shooting her a mock glare.
She lounged against the headboard, a smirk playing on her lips, those predatory eyes glinting in the dim lamplight. 'Aw, poor little Needy, shivering like a lost puppy. Come here, I’ll warm you up.' Her voice was a sultry purr, dripping with that signature mix of care and cruelty that always made my stomach flip. I rolled my eyes but scooted closer, and she slid in behind me with a predator’s grace, spooning me tight. Her arm draped over my waist, pulling me flush against her chest. Her skin was hot, almost feverish, and I let out a relieved sigh as her warmth seeped into me.
'See? I’m basically a human furnace. You’re welcome,' she teased, her breath tickling my neck. I snorted, elbowing her lightly. 'Yeah, yeah, don’t get cocky.' Her low chuckle vibrated against my back. 'Oh, babe, you have no idea.' Before I could retort, I felt it—something firm and insistent pressing against my ass through our flimsy sleep shorts. My breath caught, heat pooling low in my belly despite the cold. Jen shifted, grinding subtly, her grip on my waist tightening. 'Fuck, Needy, you feel so damn good like this,' she murmured, her voice rough with want. Her hand slid up, cupping my breast, thumb teasing my nipple until it peaked under her touch.
'Jen, what the hell—' My protest melted into a gasp as she nipped my earlobe, her hips rolling forward with purpose. I could feel her now, fully hard, the thick length of her cock trapped between us, hot and demanding. 'Shh, don’t play coy. You’re already getting wet for me, aren’t you? Such a needy little slut,' she taunted, her words slicing through me like a blade, sharp and humiliating, yet igniting a fire in my core. I bit my lip, refusing to admit how right she was, but her other hand dipped under my shorts, fingers finding my slick folds with ease. 'Ha, look at this. Dripping already. Pathetic how easy you are for me.'
I whimpered, pushing back against her despite myself, and her dark laugh sent shivers down my spine. 'That’s it, grind on me. Show me how horny you are.' She tugged her own shorts down just enough to free herself, and I felt the heavy slap of her cock against my skin, the tip already leaking, smearing pre-cum across my ass. My heart raced as she yanked my shorts aside, exposing me to the cool air, and positioned herself at my entrance. 'Gonna fuck you so good, Needy. Make you beg for every inch,' she growled, her voice a promise of delicious ruin. I braced myself, panting with anticipation, knowing this was just the beginning of a night I’d never forget.
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