LOGINI traced lazy circles on his back with my nails, feeling the slow rise and fall of his ribs. His cock, half-hard again, lay heavy against my thigh, twitching every time I shifted. His lips brushed my nipple, he sucked it gently, then lifted his head. His dark eyes locked on mine. “Let’s take a shower. Now.” I chuckled, low and breathless. “Bossy much.” He stood, scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and carried me toward the bathroom. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, his thickening length pressed right against my still-sensitive folds. Every step rubbed him along my slit, teasing my clit. I moaned softly into his neck. He flicked the bathroom lights on, the soft, golden, fluorescents brightening the bathroom. Zander set me on the counter, the cold surface making me gasp. He turned the water on hot, and steam began curling up almost instantly. He stepped between my thighs, his hands sliding up my sides. “Look at you,” he said, his voice husky. “Covered in my cum. Your
My lips curved into a slow, hungry smile the moment our eyes locked across the dance floor. He winked, then dragged his tongue across his lower lip like he already knew how this night would end. He was about 6’2 tall, and his dark skin gleamed under the colorful lights. Shoulders and chest carved from endless gym hours, his black shirt clinging just tight enough to show every ridge of muscle. And that unmistakable bulge straining the front of his jeans. Thick. Obvious. Unapologetic. My cunt clenched hard, a sudden, greedy throb that made my thighs press together. Heat flooded low in my belly. I rolled my hips faster, matching the filthy bassline that vibrated straight through my clit. The floor had thinned out, most people were drunk, slumped in booths, or openly making out in dark corners. Fine by me. What’s a club without a free show? He cut straight through the crowd like it parted for him, and came behind me, his hard chest to my back. His breath scorched my neck as his te
I straddled his hips without warning, settling my wet folds along the length of him—not taking him inside yet, just gliding, coating him in the slick evidence of my own arousal. He woke fully in an instant, dark eyes snapping open, pupils blown wide. “Elena…” His voice was gravel-rough from hours of moaning my name. “Shh.” I pressed two fingers to his lips. “No words unless I ask for them. Just feel.” He nodded once, obedient even in exhaustion. I leaned forward, letting my breasts brush his chest, nipples dragging over his skin until they pebbled harder. Then I captured his mouth in a slow, deep kiss, claiming him. My tongue stroked his, tasting the faint salt of sweat and cum and sea air. He yielded completely, letting me set the pace, letting me devour him. When I broke the kiss I stayed close, forehead resting against his. “You’ve been so good all night,” I whispered. “Taken everything I gave you. Let me tie you, fuck you, mark you under the stars. Now I want one last thing
The balcony doors stood wide open, letting the night breeze sweep across our sweat-slicked skin. Below us, the caldera dropped away in darkness, broken only by the faint twinkle of lights from distant boats and the occasional flash of a cruise ship far out on the water. Up here, though, it felt like we owned the sky itself—no neighbors, no eyes, just the moon and the stars and the endless black sea. Andreas lay on his stomach across the wide chaise lounge I’d dragged near the railing earlier that evening. The outdoor cushions were soft but firm beneath him, his arms stretched forward, fingers curled loosely around the wrought-iron balustrade. I’d tied his wrists there again—not with silk this time, but with the thin black scarf I’d worn as a wrap during our wedding reception. The fabric was soft against his skin, but the knots were tight. He wasn’t going anywhere until I decided otherwise. I stood behind him, barefoot on the cool stone tiles, letting my gaze travel over every inch
The moon had climbed higher, spilling silver light across the villa’s open balcony doors. A warm breeze carried the distant murmur of waves and the faint scent of night-blooming flowers. Andreas was still catching his breath beside me, one arm draped loosely across my waist, his skin fever-hot against mine. I could feel the slow trickle of his cum leaking from me, pooling beneath my thigh on the sheets—a delicious, filthy reminder of how thoroughly he’d filled me twice already. I wasn’t done claiming him. I slid out of his loose embrace and stood beside the bed. He lifted his head, eyes heavy-lidded and questioning. “Up,” I said simply. He obeyed, swinging his long legs over the edge of the mattress and rising to his full height. Even spent, he was imposing—broad shoulders, carved abdomen, thighs thick with muscle. But right now, the only thing that mattered was the way his cock hung heavy between his legs, still glistening, still half-hard from the prostate play and the sight of
The room still hummed with the echo of our shared release. Andreas lay beneath me, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, his cock softening slowly inside me while my inner walls fluttered with the last gentle aftershocks. I stayed seated on him, letting his warmth fill me, letting the sticky evidence of our wedding night drip down his shaft and onto his thighs. I loved the mess we made—loved marking him with my scent, and my pleasure. I leaned down, brushing sweat-damp hair from his forehead, then pressed a slow, possessive kiss to his lips. “You came so beautifully for me,” I whispered against his mouth. “But we’re nowhere near finished, husband.” His eyes, still hazy with bliss, sharpened at my words. A flicker of nervous excitement crossed his face. Good. I wanted him alert for what came next. I lifted myself off him carefully, biting my lip at the wet slide of his length leaving me. A thick strand of our combined release stretched between us for a moment before snappin
The rest of the team had cleared out twenty minutes ago—shouting, slapping backs, heading to the bus or the bar. I stayed behind because my ribs felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to them during that last tackle. Coach told me to ice, rest, not be a hero. So here I was, alone under the fluo
I woke slowly, my face half-buried in the pillow, the faint scent of Kai’s skin and last night’s sex still clinging to everything. My body felt deliciously used: thighs tender, core still faintly aching in the best way, breasts heavy and sensitive from his mouth and hands. Every small shift reminde
The door clicked shut behind me, and the sound echoed in my chest like a promise. Russ's apartment was dim, lit only by the soft glow of candles scattered on shelves and the low hum of city lights filtering through the windows. I stood there in the entryway, heart pounding so hard I could feel it i
I had already turned off most of the lights when the front door clicked open again.The main room was dim—only the warm track spots above the center pole were still glowing, turning the mirrors into soft gold rectangles and making every surface look like it was breathing. I was barefoot on the spru







