FAZER LOGINHis hands settled on my waist first, warm through the fabric of my dress. He didnât pull me closer yet. He just held me there, his thumbs moving slowly.âHow does that feel?ââGood,â I said. My voice already sounded different.âGood?â He slid his hands up slowly, mapping the sides of my ribs, then higher until his palms rested just under my breasts. âStill okay?ââYes.âRachel moved behind me. I felt her presence before her hands touched my shoulders, holding me in place while Liam continued.He reached for the zipper of my dress. âIâm taking this off. You can stop me at any time.ââDonât stop.âThe dress loosened and slid down my arms.Rachel helped ease it past my hips until it pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it. Liamâs eyes moved over me, like he was reading more than just my body.âIâm going to touch your tits now,â he said. âTell me what you notice.âHis hands cupped me gently at first, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow passes. I sucked in a breath.âSensitive,â I m
After the deal with Rachel, I needed to talk it out, so I went straight to Ninaâs.I gave her the short versionâenough for her to understand that the deal was in motion, that Rachel had actually reached out, and that I was going through with it. Nina called me reckless more than once. I told her Iâd be careful. We both knew that was a lie.I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number.Unknown: Arianna, it's Rachel. Let's meet tonight by 8.âOh,â I murmured, saving the number.Rachel: Act like weâre just old friends catching up. Keep it light.Rachel: You're aware he doesn't know anything about before. Keep it that way.Rachel: 56, Mharinton.I stared at the screen longer than I needed to. She was really doing this.I spent the day half-present, picking something to wear that looked casual enough for a friend visit. By the time evening came, I was dressed and out the door. Nina had gone to her boyfriend's.****The house was quiet. I paused outside for a moment, smoo
I made it halfway down the hallway before I heard quick footsteps behind me.âAriannaâwait!âRachel caught up with me, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the stairwell before I could yank free. The door swung shut behind us, leaving just the two of us standing there, both a little out of breath.She released my wrist and adjusted her top, trying to look less like she'd just been caught on someone's desk.âOkay,â she said. âCan we talk without you running off like I just killed your dog?âI crossed my arms. âYou were on his desk with your shirt up and his hands on your tits. What exactly was I supposed to do? Congratulate you?âRachel rolled her eyes. âDramatic as ever. How have you even been? It's been years.ââI've been fine. In a relationship that's dying a slow death, currently fucking myself to thoughts of my therapist, and now apparently running into my old college fuck-buddy on his desk. Beautiful.âShe actually laughed under her breath.âStill got that mouth.ââStill got that
I stripped myself, went into the bathroom, and locked the door behind me. I leaned against it for a second, leaving all the thoughts behind.I sat on the edge of the tub and pulled the glass dildo out of the place where Iâd kept it weeks ago.I was already wet. I leaned back, spread my knees, and pressed the smooth head against myself. The first slow push made my breath hitch. I watched it disappear inch by inch and let my head fall against the wall.âFuckâŠâI started moving it in steady strokes, slow at first, getting used to the stretch. Every time it slid deep, I imagined it was him. Imagined those hands instead of mine. Imagined that low voice right against my ear, telling me to take it.âLiamâŠâHis name came out low. I worked the dildo deeper, tilting it until it dragged over the spot that always made my thighs twitch. My free hand found my clit and started rubbing tight circles.âLiam⊠God, just like thatââI was getting louder, and I didnât care. The wet sound of the glass movi
I woke up to the smell of food.Tristan was already dressed, hair still damp from a shower. He gave me that soft smile he used when he thought he was being thoughtful.âHangover soup,â he said. âYou came in late. Figured you might need it.âI sat up slowly. My head wasnât pounding as badly as I expected, but my mouth tasted like the wine and whatever Nina and I had taken. The soup was in the blue bowl I liked. Heâd even cut the spring onions the way I always did.âThanks,â I said, and it came out quieter than I meant.He sat on the edge of the bed while I ate, watching me like he was waiting to see if Iâd say something about last night.I looked at him over the spoon and felt this sudden, sharp pity land in my chest.How was I supposed to tell him any of that?âYou okay?â he asked. âYouâve got that look.ââWhat look?ââThe one where youâre already somewhere else.âI forced a small smile and kept eating. âJust tired. Long night.ââNina again?ââYeah. We went out.âHe nodded like he exp
Fair enough.â He glanced at the time. âA few minutes left. Anything else that feels important to say today, even if itâs messy?â I hesitated. âIâm scared that if it turns out itâs mostly me, then itâs on me to fix it, and I donât know how. And if itâs mostly him, Iâm scared heâll just shut down more when I bring it up.â âBoth of those make sense,â Liam said. âTheyâre also both future-focused. Right now, the only thing you have to decide is whether youâre willing to risk one small, honest conversation at home. The rest we can take one session at a time.â I nodded. The ache between my legs hadnât faded. If anything, the careful professional distance in his voice only made it worse. âSame time next week?â he asked. âYes.â I replied standing up. He walked me to the door. As I stepped out, he said quietly, âYouâre not the first person whoâs sat in that chair convinced this was permanent. Most of the time, it isnât. That doesnât mean itâs easy. It just means thereâs usually mo
"Clothes off"------ The third night, Lucas didnât waste any time with pleasantries. The moment he stepped inside, he gave me one of those intense stares and said, âBedroom. Clothes off. All of them.â I gulped. âStraight to business, huh? No âhello, how was your day, chaos gremlin?ââ âClothes.
"The Chaos Gremlin Strikes Back"The next evening I was a nervous wreck.I had spent the entire day overthinking everything. What if Lucas thought I was too loud? Too weird? Too much of a walking disaster? What if he changed his mind and decided the 24-year-old chaos gremlin next door wasnât worth
WRONG NEIGHBOR TRIGGER WARNING:THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES."MIA'S POV"I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.My
.........Ronan stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still pulsing as my pussy fluttered around him. His hot cum was already leaking out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs. But the look in his eyes told me he was far from finished.He slowly pulled out, making me whimper at the sudde







