Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}

CHAPTER 2 TRIXIE “No,” I whispered, pressing both hands over my face. “I’m fucking insane.”But it didn’t stop me.My palms slid down my throat, over my chest, chasing the heat building low in my stomach.The house was silent. No footsteps. No voices. Just the AC running and my pulse throbbing between my legs.His bed smelled like detergent… and him. That faint cedar-and-smoke scent hit the back of my throat and went straight to my pussy.I gave up fighting it.I shoved my shorts and panties down in one rough pull and kicked them off. Cool air hit my bare pussy, and I let out a loud whimper before I could stop it. My thighs were already slick; I could feel it dripping.I spread my legs wide on his mattress, like I’d been waiting years to do exactly this.My fingers found my clit immediately—swollen, throbbing, ready. The first slow rub made a wet sound that should’ve embarrassed me but didn’t. I bit my lip and kept going, circling harder, pressing harder, letting my hips roll up int

CHAPTER 4TRIXIEFor a split second, I couldn’t breathe.The moment my eyes landed on Zahar, every single part of me—mind, body, soul—exploded awake like I’d been asleep for five years and someone just turned the sun back on.I had imagined this moment so many times that the real thing almost knocked me off my feet.He was… God.Taller than before. Broader. Older in the kind of way that made every cell in my body react. His hair was darker than I remembered, falling a little longer over his forehead. His beard was thicker, framing his jaw in a way that felt unfair. His shoulders looked like they’d been carved out of stone. And the suit—black, perfect, expensive—wrapped around him like even fabric was in love with him.And then he looked at me.His eyes—those icy, unreadable eyes—widened just slightly. Enough to notice. Enough to make heat rush to my cheeks and gather between my thighs.But it was when he opened his mouth…When he said my name…“Trixie?”My body reacted before my brain

CHAPTER 6TRIXIEThe moment Zahar disappeared through our front door, the air in the house turned thin. I couldn’t breathe right. Couldn’t stand still. My skin felt too tight, every heartbeat reminding me how close he’d been—how hard he’d been—and how fast he’d run from me.I needed more.I couldn’t let him disappear again.Not after dinner. Not after sitting next to him for hours, feeling the heat radiating off his body, the accidental brush of his arm against mine, the way his thigh pressed against my bare one under the table and stayed there. Not after watching him force every bite of food like it tasted like ash, his jaw tight, his eyes avoiding mine unless they slipped—dark, burning, guilty—and landed on my mouth, my chest, the hem of my dress riding up my thighs.And then he’d just… left.Muttered goodnight, grabbed his shirt like he couldn’t stand being around me anymore, and walked out fast, like the house was on fire.I stood in the foyer long after the door closed, staring a

CHAPTER 8ZAHARI was gone.The second her mouth closed around me, every promise I’d ever made to myself turned to ash.Her mouth was too hot, too wet, too fucking eager. Her lips stretched wide around my cock, tight and impossibly soft, sliding down inch by inch like she couldn’t wait to choke on my length. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, dragging slow and deliberate, like she’d spent years imagining exactly how I’d feel in her mouth.I tried to stop it. I swear to God, I tried.My hands went to her shoulders first, fingers digging in, pushing weakly. “Trixie… no. We can’t do this. Stop.”She didn’t even slow down. She moaned around me—long, filthy, the vibration hitting me like a punch straight to the balls.That sound wrecked me completely.I gripped her hair, telling myself I was going to pull her off. But who the fuck was I kidding?Instead of pushing her head off, my fingers tightened around her hair, holding her right where she was.She sucked harder. Cheeks holl

CHAPTER 10TRIXIEHe carried me up the stairs like I was something fragile and dangerous at the same time.My arms stayed locked around his neck, face pressed into the warm skin just above his collar. I could feel his pulse hammering there, fast and unsteady. His grip on me was tight, almost bruising on my thighs and back, but his breathing was careful, controlled, like he was afraid one wrong exhale would shatter everything.I didn’t speak. Couldn't.And neither did he.The hallway was dark, only the faint glow from downstairs guiding us. He pushed open the door to his bedroom with his shoulder—the same room I’d lost my mind in just this morning—and stepped inside.The bed was still unmade from where I’d left my mark on the sheets. The air smelled faintly of detergent, cedar, and now us. Sex and sweat and want.He laid me down in the center of the mattress like he was handling something priceless. I expected him to follow immediately, to cover me with his body, to finally give in.In