Boy, 21: Love and Lust-Chapter 41: A new enemy (18+)

"Mnmm... Ahnnn...."

Lana’s moans became louder as joren took her from behind, pounding her relentlessly.

Her head tipped forward as he hit a particularly sweet spot deep inside her.

"There!, right there!"

She whimpered, pressing her ass more firmly against him as he claimed her.

Joren’s grip on her hip tightened. He could feel her walls clenching around him, trying to keep him deep inside her.

Her pussy juices were flowing freely now, soaking his shaft and dripping onto the floor.

His hand left her hip and went in between her legs to tease her clit, his fingers circling the small bud.

"Oooh....Aah~..."

Lana whimpered as she felt Joren’s hand circling her clit, the dual stimulation pushing her over the edge.

Her walls tightened around Joren’s cock as she orgasmed, her thighs shaking with the effort of maintaining her position.

The sight of her come undone pushed joren over the edge. With a low groan, he gave a final, deep thrust, spilling his warm seed deep into her womb.

A guttural moan escaped Lana’s throat as she felt the warmth of Joren’s cum inside her. Her inner walls contracted around him, milking his length for every last drop.

He pulled out of her folds slowly, savoring the way her walls still clenched around him, trying to keep him inside her. The moment his cock left her, a thick stream of cum dripped down her well-used pussy.

Lana’s hand reached between her legs, spreading her pussy lips as more of his cum dripped from her hole, causing her to gasp slightly.

"Haah... you really did a number on me, Joren." She panted, smearing his cum all over her folds.

He looked at her, trying to sound as normal as possible, even though he was getting turned on by her actions. "We’ve gotta clean ourselves up quick. Before Zuri and the others suspect anything."

But it was too late.

Zuri had seen everything.

She didn’t move.

She stood there, watching through the small gap in the slightly ajar door.

Her heart twisted. She didn’t know what to feel. A part of her was turned on by watching Joren take Lana. Another part was angry, angry at the fact that the boy she had feelings for was fucking another girl. In the suite SHE paid for.

She tried to keep her face straight, but her body betrayed her. A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she wiped it fast, hoping no one saw.

But someone did.

Lucy did.

She stood at the top of the stairs, silent, watching. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Zuri in pain.

Zuri’s eyes met Lucy’s at the top of the stairs.

Her breath caught. Just for a second. Her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected anyone to see her like this.

Lucy took a step forward, concern already forming on her face. "Zuri—"

Zuri shook her head quickly, motioning for silence. She turned and walked down the stairs, Lucy following without a word.

In the living room, Zuri sat down slowly, wiping her face again like it would erase what Lucy saw.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, voice low. "Weren’t you at the pool party?"

"​I came to check on you. You were taking forever," Lucy said, stepping toward Zuri. She paused, her gaze sharp. "But that isn’t important right now. Are you alright?"

Zuri looked away. "I’m fine."

"You don’t look fine to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why were you crying?"

Zuri hesitated. "It’s nothing."

Lucy leaned forward. "It’s Joren, isn’t it?"

Zuri turned sharply. "How do you know?"

Lucy gave her a look — flat, obvious. "Because you were standing in front of his door when I saw you."

Zuri didn’t speak.

"What happened?" Lucy asked.

Zuri was quiet for a long moment. Then she told her everything — how she heard sounds coming from one of the rooms, how she followed the sounds to Joren’s room, how she caught him and Lana having sex in their room.

Lucy listened, face unreadable. When Zuri finished, she simply said, "Oh. Really."

Zuri nodded, about to say more — but footsteps interrupted her.

Joren and Lana came down the stairs, casual, smiling like nothing had happened.

"We’re ready to go," Joren said, cheerful.

Zuri looked at him, her face blank. "Okay," she said. She turned to the door. "Let’s go then."

She walked out. Joren and Lana followed.

But Lucy didn’t move.

She stared at Joren’s back, her jaw tight, her eyes cold.

This bastard’s been dragging Zuri through hell since this getaway started. Acting like he’s God’s fucking gift when he’s just a walking red flag wrapped in cheap cologne.

She took a slow breath, eyes narrowing.

I’ve had enough of watching him play her like she’s some side quest. Nah. That ends now.

Joren turned, flashing that same smug smile. "You coming?"

Lucy didn’t answer. She just followed, silent.

You wanna play games, Joren? Cool. I hope you’re ready to lose everything. I’m gonna make you wish you never laid eyes on Zuri. You’re done. Finished. I swear on every last nerve I’ve got — I’m gonna ruin you.