Naughty Dripping Desires (Erotica Collection)

I had just slipped into bed, when the knock came, echoing through my quiet apartment. It was past midnight, and I knew exactly who it had to be. Him. The god-like football player from next door, with his chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and that cocky grin that made my knees weak every time our paths crossed in the hallway.

I padded to the door on bare feet, my thin nightgown clinging to my curves, the fabric so sheer it left little to the imagination. Peeking through the peephole, there he was, Jax, sweat glistening on his tanned skin, fresh from what must have been a late-night workout. His tank top was plastered to his chest, outlining every ridge of muscle, and those gym shorts hung low on his hips, teasing the V-line that disappeared below.

"What do you want, Jax?" I called through the door, my voice breathier than I intended.

His deep chuckle vibrated through the wood. "Open up, neighbor. I need a favor."

Against my better judgment—or maybe because of it—I unlocked the door and swung it open. He filled the frame, his presence overwhelming, the scent of his musk and cologne invading my senses. His eyes raked over me, darkening with unmistakable hunger as they lingered on the way my nipples peaked against the thin material.

"Jesus, you look... edible," he murmured, stepping inside without invitation, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Before I could protest, his hands were on my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. Heat radiated from him, seeping into me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since the day he moved in. "I've been thinking about you," he growled, his lips brushing my ear. "All damn day. That little dress you wore earlier? It drove me fucking crazy."

I gasped as his fingers traced the hem of my nightgown, inching it up my thighs. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. "Jax, we can't—"

"We can," he interrupted, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that was all possession and raw need. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of mint and desire, while one hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it ached. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting in his damp shirt, pulling him closer.

He backed me against the wall, his thigh wedging between my legs, pressing against my core where I was already wet and throbbing for him. "Feel that?" he whispered, grinding against me, his erection hard and insistent through the thin barriers of fabric. "That's what you do to me. Every time I see you."

My head fell back as his lips trailed down my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave marks I'd have to hide tomorrow. His free hand dipped lower, fingers slipping under the edge of my panties, finding me slick and ready. "Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, circling my clit with expert precision that made my vision blur.

I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into the firm muscle as waves of pleasure built. "Jax... please..."

He chuckled darkly, sliding a finger inside me, then two, curling them in a way that hit every sensitive spot. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want."

"You," I panted, my hips bucking against his hand. "I want you inside me. Now."

With a feral grin, he withdrew his fingers, making me whimper at the loss, only to hook them in my panties and yank them down. In one swift motion, he freed himself from his shorts, his cock was thick, veined, and pulsing with need. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at my entrance.

Then, with a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, stretching me to the limit. I cried out, the mix of pleasure and slight pain intoxicating. He didn't hold back, pounding into me with the same intensity he brought to the field, each stroke hitting deeper, harder, and driving me toward the edge.

The wall shook with our rhythm, my back arching as his mouth found my breast, sucking greedily. "Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you shatter around me."

And I did, exploding in a climax that ripped through me like lightning, my walls clenching around him as stars burst behind my eyelids. He followed moments later, groaning my name as he spilled inside me, his body shuddering against mine.

We stayed like that, panting and entwined, until he slowly set me down, his forehead resting against mine. "That was just the beginning," he whispered, a promise in his eyes.