Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories

Maya lay restless in her bed the cool silk sheets clinging to her skin as if they wanted to remind her of every inch of emptiness she carried with her tonight. Her body felt unbearably hot, her breasts tight benea.th the thin strap of her tank top nípples brushing against the fabric with every frustrated shift of her body. Weeks had turned into months since she had last been touched since she had last felt the familiar pressure of strong hands holding her down filling her with a release she couldn’t give herself. The absence gnawed at her more tonight than ever leaving her throbbing with an ache that refused to be ignored.

With a quiet groanMaya pushed the shet aside and let her hand wander hesitating only briefly before slipping it under the waistband of her shorts. Her fingertips brushed against the damp cotton of her panties and her breath caught sharply in her throat. She hadn’t realized just how wét she was how her body had been begging in silence all day for something more than the comfort of her own hand. The slightest pressure on her swollen clít sent a shockwave through her belly her hips instinctively lifting toward her touch as if her fingers alone were not enough.

She closed her eyes letting her mind drift trying to picture something anything that could take her further into that burning need clawing through her body. She thought about strong arms pinning her down, rough lips dragging against the curve of her throat, a deep voice whispering filthy promises into her ear. The images flooded her brain until she could no longer distinguish fantasy from reality and her moans slipped free despite her attempt to swallow them back.

Then above her,she heard the sound of a floorboard creaking shattered her fragile haze. Her hand froze She sucked in a sharp breath, blinking up at the ceiling. The noise had come from the room directly above her her tenant’s room.

Maya had almost forgotten she wasn’t alone in the house anymore. Just last week she had rented out the upstairs room to a man she knew very little about. He had been polite but brief when he’d come to sign the lease, giving her nothing more than his first name Liam. She remembered the way his handshake had lingered a little too long, the way his eyes an arresting shade of green had trailed over her curves like he was imagining how she might taste. Tattoos had climbed the length of his muscular forearm, vanishing under the sleeve of a snug black T-shirt that had looked ready to tear apart at the seams.

She had not seen much of him since, just the occasional glipse whenhe returned home late at night sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead, gym bag slung over his shoulder. He was younger than her by at least seven or eight years, but the raw energy he carried in his gaze had made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t wanted to admit. She had told herself to forget it, to keep her distance, to remind herself that he was nothing more than a tenant. But now, lying here with her hand pressed against the needy swell between her thighs, she couldn’t ignore the fmact that he was only a thin ceiling away.

And then she heard sound so primal that her body reacted before her brain did. A low groan muffled but distinct rolling through the silence of the night. Her heart pounded in her chest as the realization hit her Liam was touching himself.

Her breath came faster her lips parting in shock and arousal all at once. The soft rhythm of her fingers returned, moving against her clít in time with the faint sound of bedsprings she could now make out above. She squeezed her eyes shut and pictured him lying naked in bed broad chest rising and falling with each stroke of his hand, his cóck hard and heavy as his fist slid over it. She imagined the strained look of pleasure twisting across his face the soft curse of his voice echoing in her ears, the way he would grip the sheets when he was close.

Her hips lifted off the mattress as she chased the fantasy her body trembling with need. A whimper escaped her throat betraying her even as she tried to muffle it with her pillow.

The noise above stopped.Her eyes flew open, her blood rushing with panic. She pulled her hand away from her drenched panties and sat upr.ight in bed, her pulse thundering in her ears. For a moment there was nothing but silence until she heard it slow and deliberate footsteps descending the stairs.

Then a knock came at her bedroom door. The kind of knock that made her body freeze and her pússy clench at the same time.

Maya’s heart slammed against her ribs as the heavy knock echoed again, louder this time dragging her out of the haze of her fantasies. She sat frozen on the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her fingers trembling as she pulled the sheet over her body. Her mind screamed at her to stay quiet, to pretend she was asleep, but her body betrayed her with the sharp rise and fall of her chest and the heat that still pulsed insistently between her thighs.

The knock came again. “Open the door, Maya.”

Her blood ran hot at the sound of his voice low husky thick with something dangerous that curled around her name like it could put her out of her misery. She should have been terrified but instead her thighs squeezed together beneath the sheets, the ache in her pússy intensifying as if his voice alone had reached inside her.

She slid to the edge of the bed her bare feet hitting the floor with a muffled thud. For a moment she hesitated clutching the sheet tightly around her body like it could shield her from the storm gathering just outside her door. Slowly her hand reached for the knob her breath caught in her throat.When she turned it and pulled, the door creaked open just an inch.

Liam stood ther larger than life in the dim hallway light. His hair was damp with sweat clinging to his forehead and the veins on his muscled forearms bulged as he braced one hand against the doorframe. His green eyes glowed with an intensity that made her knees weak dragging down her body until she felt naked under his gaze despite the shet clutched around her.

“I heard you,” he said simply his lips curving into something between a smirk and a growl. “Touching yourself while you listened to me.”

Maya’s face turned red. Shame and arousal collided in her chest twisting her insides until she could hardly breathe. She tried to form words to deny it but her lips parted uselessly and nothing came out. He didn’t need her to confess the guilt in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks the tremble in her body said everything.

Liam’s jaw tightened and he leaned closer, the heat of his body radiating against her even through the doorway. His scent sweat, musk, and something purely male wrapped around her senses until she felt dizzy.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmured his voice so low it vibrated against her skin. “Say the word, and I’ll walk away.”

Maya’s breath shook. Every rational thought scramed for her to close the door to send him back upstairs, to stop this before it went too far. But the fire in her blood was louder, and her pússy clenched hard at the sight of him, the sheet doing nothing to hide her hardened nípples pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She wanted this. She wanted him, she wanted to get laid so badly.

“Don’t leave…” The words escaped her lips in a whisper so soft she almost didn’t recognize her own voic

The look in Liam’s eyes darkened instantly, his restraint snapping in that single moment. His hand pressed against the door and pushed it wide open, the wood groaning under his strength. He stepped inside without hesitation closing the door behind him with a click that made her knew it was too late for her to change her mind.

Maya stumbled back toward the bed, her body trembling as he advanced, slow and deliberate like a predator cornering its prey. He peeled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion tossing it carelessly to the floor. He never did take his eyes oof her. The sight of his chest made her breath hitch broad shoulders tapering to a hard, sculpted stomach, a faint trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his sweats.

Her lips parted helplessly as her eyes followed the rise and fall of his chest, each flex of muscle making her thighs press tighter together. He caught her staring, and the smirk returned, more dangerous than before.

“Good girl,” he rumbled his voice deep enough to curl through her bones. “Now lie back… and let me hear you scream for real.”

Maya’s breath trembled as she sank back onto the mattress her body surrendering before her mind could catch up. The sheet slipped from her grasp, falling away to reveal the thin cotton tank top clinging to her breasts and the shorts that did little to hide the dampness between her thighs. Liam’s gaze devoured her dragging slowly from her hardened nípples down to the edge of her shorts his jaw tightening as if he were fighting a battle with himself.

Then he moved next to her. He climbed onto the bed with the effortless grace of someone who knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how to take it. The mattress dipped under his weight, pressing her body deeper into the softness as he caged her in with his arms. His heat wrapped around her instantly the scent of sweat and desire sinking into her lungs until she thought she might choke on it.

“You’ve been lying here, touching yourself, aching for it, haven’t you?” he murmured against her ear his breath hot and dangerous. “I could hear it in your voice when you moaned. You wanted me to come down here.

Maya whimpered, her pride dissolving under the way his words dragged every filthy truth out of her. She shook her head weakly, but the way her hips tilted toward him gave her away completely. Liam chuckled darkly, a sound that vibrated against her throat as his lips grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear.

“You can lie to yourself,” he growled, his hand sliding down her stomach, “but your body won’t lie to me.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down with slow, deliberate force until the fabric slid over her thighs and pooled uselessly at her ankles. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her pússy, the wet spot glistening in the dim light of the room. Liam’s green eyes locked on the sight, and a curse tumbled from his lips.

“Fúck, look at you… dripping for me already.”

Maya’s cheeks burned, but her body throbbed harder under his gaze, her clít aching for his touch. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to spill out, but then his hand moved lower, his thumb pressing against her through the thin fabric. The sound that escaped her was raw and broken, filling the room before she could stop it.

“That’s it,” Liam hisse rubbing slow circles over her clít watching her hips buck helplessly into his hand. “That’s the sound I want, louder.”