Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)

~ Hayley ~

It’s only been twelve days since I last had sex, but my body’s acting like it’s been twelve years. I finally broke up with Fredrick, so I’m left with a drawer full of toys and zero patience.

I’m so horny, I could pluck my eyes out. Or climb the walls, or scream into a pillow.

Nothing helps… not the toys, not the p**n, not even rubbing against my mattress. It’s not just about getting off, I want a man. Real skin, real hands. Someone to hold me tight and whisper dirty words into my ears.

And tonight? I’ve had enough.

So I put on a silk dress I haven’t worn in two years. Red. Tight. The kind of dress that says “don’t ask questions, just take me to your room.” I touch my lipstick, pack a few of my favorite toys just in case and head down to a hotel.

If I can’t find someone with rough hands and darker intentions, I’ll still make the walls shake on my own… without the neighbors trying to break down my door this time.

I stop at the hotel lobby bar and order a drink.

But what I didn’t expect?

Tyler Benson.

My high school crush. The boy I used to daydream about in history class, the one I actually wrote love letters to, spilling every dirty little fantasy like the fearless brat I was. Guess I’ve always had that bad bitch energy.

Tyler always smelled like trouble and mint gum. He was two grades ahead of me. Popular. Untouchable. And now? He’s standing at the check-in counter across the lobby, looking like a sin I forgot I still wanted.

He hasn’t changed much, still tall, still has that effortless swagger. But there’s something darker in his eyes now.

I’m halfway through my drink when he turns and spots me.

His brow lifts. Then: “Hayley?” he calls out.

I freeze. “Hey, Tyler,” I say, trying to play it cool as he starts walking over. “Wow. Been… what? Eight years?”

“Something like that.” He grins, slow and wicked. “You look… damn. You look good.”

I should play it cool. Just smile, thank him, and keep sipping my drink like I’m not two seconds from combusting.

But then he leans in a little closer, eyes dragging down my dress like he remembers exactly what kind of girl I used to be and what kind I might be now.

Then he says, “I’m in 512. If you feel like catching up.”

And just like that, I’m sixteen again… flushed, burning from the inside out, dizzy with want.

Only this time, I don’t run. This time I’m going upstairs.

~~~

Room 512 smells like cedarwood and something faintly spicy. The lights are dimmed. The bed’s untouched. And Tyler leans against the door after he closes it, arms crossed, watching me like he’s not sure if I’m real.

Or maybe he’s deciding what to do with me.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he says.

I smile. “Neither can I.”

He walks toward me slowly. “You always looked at me like I was some kind of fantasy, you know that?”

My heart skips. “Maybe you were.”

He stops right in front of me, so close I can feel the heat off his skin. He brushes a strand of hair off my shoulder. “And now?”

“I really don’t have to imagine anymore,” I whisper. Already feeling the wetness between my legs.

That’s all it takes.

He grabs my waist, pulls me into him, and kisses me like he’s waited years for it… because maybe he has. His mouth is hot, hungry, familiar in a way it shouldn’t be. I melt into it, letting him press me back against the wall.

My purse slips from my hand, hits the floor with a soft thud and then comes the unmistakable rattle.

My silver bullet vibe rolls out, followed by a pair of satin restraints and my pink dildo.

Tyler pulls back just slightly, glancing down.

Slowly, he crouches, picks them up like it’s something sacred and filthy all at once.

Then he looks up at me. His voice drops an octave, thick with heat.

“Tell me, Hayley. Were you going to fuck yourself with this after your drink? Or were you hoping someone might beat you to it?”

I swallow. My mouth’s dry. My thighs are already aching.

He brushes a finger along the silk, then steps closer again, lips grazing my ear.

“If you were that desperate, baby… you should’ve written me another letter. I’d have driven here just to watch you fall apart on my fingers and make sure you don’t leave until I make you forget how to walk.”

He says it like a promise, not a tease.

My breath catches. My thighs press together. And he notices, of course he does.

Tyler’s hand moves to my jaw, tilting my face up so I have no choice but to meet his eyes. They’re darker now, hungry, like I just woke something up in him that’s been buried for years.

“You think I didn’t fantasize about this?” he murmurs.“ You think I didn’t read that damn letter a hundred times, imagining how you’d sound saying those words out loud?”

I whimper and he grins like he owns it.

“Come here.” His fingers tracing my collarbone. “Let me see if you still taste as sweet as I imagined.”

He doesn’t wait for my answer. He doesn’t need to.

Because the moment I nod, his grip tightens around my waist as he pulls me in, lips trailing kisses from my neck down to my cleavage.

Then he leans back just enough. “You won’t be needing these,” he murmurs, setting the toys down on the nightstand like a trophy. “But I might still make you use it. Just for me.”

His hands return to my hips, firm and demanding, and he guides me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed.

“Sit.”

I obey, pulse thudding in my throat. This night’s turning out better than I had imagined.

Tyler drops to his knees in front of me like it’s nothing. Like worshiping me has been his plan all along. He pushes my thighs apart and runs his palms slowly, reverently, over the silk of my dress, up to the tops of my stockings.

“You used to write about this,” he says, voice dark and low. “You wanted me to get on my knees for you… or was it the other way around?”

I bite my lip, breath catching.

He smirks. “Guess we’ll find out.”

He doesn’t rush. He slides his hands under my dress, fingers dragging up my inner thighs until he reaches my bare, wet, and throbbing pussy.

“Fuck,” he growls. “No panties?”

I nod, breathless. “Didn’t seem necessary.”

His eyes flick up to mine, burning.

“You really did come here to get ruined.”

Then his mouth finds my clit…no teasing, no pretense. Just heat, pressure, and a low moan that vibrates straight through me. I grip his hair, hips arching toward him, helpless to the way he devours me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing on the menu.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he mutters against me, voice slick with sin. “You still want that fantasy, Hayley? You still want the boy you used to dream about to wreck you?”

“Yes,” I pant, fingers tightening in his hair. “God, yes.”

He doesn’t stop. Not when I moan. Not when I beg. Not even when my thighs start to tremble, trying to close around his head like they’re scared of what’s coming.

But he doesn’t let me.

“Keep them open,” Tyler growls into my pussy, his voice muffled but full of command. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

His hands grip my thighs tight, thumbs digging into my flesh like he’s staking a claim. His tongue moves with precision now… long, slow drags through my slick folds, ending with a sharp flick to my clit that makes my hips jerk off the bed.

“Fuck—Tyler—” My voice cracks, desperate and high.

He chuckles against me. “You taste even better than I dreamed.” He says again. “God, I should’ve had this pussy years ago.”

His tongue circles my clit again and again, relentless, and my body starts to shake.

“I can’t—I’m gonna—”

He growls low and dark. “Come. Right now. All over my fucking mouth.”

The command shatters me.

My body locks up, back arched, a scream tearing from my throat as my orgasm rips through me. It hits me hard… hot and blinding, flooding every nerve until I can’t think, can’t speak, can’t even breathe. My legs tighten around his head, heels digging into the bed as I come with everything I have.

But still, he doesn’t stop.

He holds me there, his mouth working me through it, licking up every drop like he’s addicted, groaning as I shake against his face.

“Goddamn,” he mutters when he finally pulls back, his lips slick, jaw soaked with me. “You came so hard, baby. Look at you… ruined already.”

I’m gasping, chest heaving, completely undone.

He stands.

Then…

He strips.

One clean motion, his shirt comes off and hits the floor.

Holy fuck.

His body is carved from heat and violence… every inch muscle and power, veins trailing down his arms like warning signs. Ink slashes across his shoulder, curling toward his collarbone, and he looks down at me like I’m something to be worshipped and wrecked.

He watches me; hungry, smug, jaw tight with restraint.

“You’re gonna take everything I give you tonight,” he says, fingers working open his belt. “Every inch, every thrust. You’re not leaving this bed until you know what it means to be fucked by a man who’s wanted you for years.”

The buckle clinks. The zipper slides down.

His cock springs free, hard and heavy, and my mouth waters at the sight.

“Oh my God…”

He smirks darkly. “Yeah, baby. That’s for you. All of it. Now spread those legs wider.”

My body obeys before my brain can catch up. “Yes… Tyler.” I say, looking up at him, eyes filled with desire.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Say my name like that again. Let me hear how needy you are.”

“Please, Tyler. I need you inside me.”

“You don’t ask,” he snarls, crawling back over me, cock dragging along my thigh. “You beg. You fucking beg for it like the desperate little thing you are.”

“I’m begging,” I breathe, completely wrecked already. “I want you. I need you. I’ve always needed you.”

He slides the head of his cock through my soaked folds, teasing me.

“Good girl.”

And then?

He thrusts inside.