Ian suddenly grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. I gasped as I landed on the soft mattress, my body bouncing slightly. Before I could even sit up, Ian was crawling over me, his eyes blazing with hunger."I'm going to ruin you," he growled in a deep, seductive voice. His large hand gripped my hips tightly as he flipped me over onto my stomach. I gasped at how fast he was. He pushed my upper body down into the mattress, leaving my ass up in the air.I could feel the hard bulge of Ian's erection pressing against my thigh as he positioned himself behind me. He grabbed both my wrists and held them firmly at the small of my back, rendering me helpless. I whimpered in anticipation waiting to feel him inside me.Ian's other hand caressed my ass, squeezing the flesh roughly. I moaned and wiggled my hips, aching for more of his touch. The head of his cock brushed against my wet slit, making me shiver with need."Please Ian," I whined shamelessly. "Fuck me. I need your big cock stretching me
His hands slipped beneath my panties and he found me wet and ready. He began to finger me slowly, his touch expert and confident, making me moan and arch against him."Ian," I gasped and gripped his shoulders for support. "That feels... Oh, God."His fingers moved in a delicious rhythm that drove me closer to the edge.I could feel the tension building within me "Don't stop," I begged, I was so close. "Please, Ian, don't stop."He didn’t stop and his fingers continued stroking me, his touch both tender and insistent bringing me closer to the brink of climax. I could feel the heat building and I gasped. "I'm close." He didn't pause, his rhythm steady and sure, driving me closer to the edge.He stared into my eyes. "Come for me, Elle," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine making my orgasm slam into me. I cried out his name as the orgasm washed over me. He held me close, his lips finding my neck, kissing me gently as I rode out the waves of pleasure.As th
“You really like red, huh?” he asked, his voice lower than before, almost like a whisper.I let out a small laugh, even though my chest was tight. “It’s none of your business,” I said quickly, trying to sound playful. But my voice came out softer than I expected. Almost breathless.He didn’t say anything right away. Just kept looking at me like he could see everything I was feeling. My skin tingled, and I looked away, pretending to focus on the cards. But my eyes kept drifting back to him… to the way his bare chest rose and fell, to how relaxed he looked sitting there in just his boxer briefs like this was totally normal.It wasn’t.Not for me.We kept playing, or at least we tried to. My hands were shaking just a little, and my mind felt fuzzy. I couldn’t concentrate. Every time I looked down, my gaze caught on the bulge between his legs—so obvious and big under the thin fabric of his briefs.I blinked hard and looked away, swallowing the sudden lump in my throat. But I couldn’t unse
I felt my face heat up even more. I hated that he could see how flustered I was. I hated that he knew the effect he had on me. But most of all, I hated how my heart was pounding just from seeing him half-naked.It was just a game, I told myself. Just a stupid, harmless game.But it didn’t feel harmless anymore.We kept playing, though I could barely keep my thoughts straight. My eyes kept drifting back to his chest. His skin was smooth and golden, stretched over solid muscle. His abs were defined but not overly bulky, like he worked out but didn’t care if people noticed. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. His collarbones, the curve of his shoulders, the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed—every little thing seemed to draw my attention like a magnet.And then—I won again.He looked at me with a slight smirk, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Your move,” I said, my voice shaky even though I tried to sound cool.Ian stood up slowly, eyes still on mine, and I watche
Kinks: Forced Proximity, Strip tease,Verbal teaseIt was just supposed to be a quiet evening. The rain was coming down in thick sheets, drumming against the roof like a thousand tiny feet. I was curled up on the couch with a blanket, trying to ignore the fact that he was sitting across from me. Ian. My brother’s best friend.I hated him.Well, maybe hate was a strong word. But he got on my nerves like no one else could. He was cocky, loud, and always had this smug look on his face like he knew something I didn’t. His blonde hair was always perfectly messy, like he just rolled out of bed looking that good. And his blue eyes? Ugh. They sparkled when he was about to say something stupid or teasing, which was all the time.I found him attractive—who wouldn’t? But he knew it, and that made him even more annoying. He was the kind of guy who had girls wrapped around his finger without even trying. And unfortunately, since he was my brother’s best friend, he was always around. Always in my spa
My heart was pounding so loudly I thought everyone could hear it. I felt myself clench without meaning to. The tension, the risk, everything made the feeling stronger.Killian grunted quietly into my ear, like he was trying not to lose control. Then he cleared his throat and replied, sounding calm somehow, “Yeah, they’ve got it. Just need to tighten defense.”Logan nodded and turned back to the screen.Killian’s hand slid up to rest on my side, his thumb brushing small circles on my waist under the blanket. Then he leaned back in and whispered, “Feels so good when you clench up like that.”A tiny smile crept onto my face. I did it again—on purpose this time—just to tease him.His reaction was instant. He let out a low groan, rough and quiet, but full of heat. “F-ck,” he whispered, barely able to say the word.I bit my lip harder to stop the laugh bubbling up inside me. This was crazy. It was wild and dangerous and completely stupid.Against my better judgment, I shifted my hips just a