LOGINI should never have touched her. Olivia was a temptation at first sight and a fucking seductress. She got all my attention from the moment I laid my eyes on her in that red light of the club, dancing with no care in the world. She was y*ung, so fucking y*ung that I should have ignored her and not dance with her but the way she gaze me up, flirting with me so openly not thinking I might be twice her age, but that twenty two years old woman managed to wrap me around her pretty fingers. She knew her game and she knew exactly what she wanted. Fuck i love it when a woman knows exactly what she wants. I have had a lot of women get on their knees for me with my cock in their mouth but nothing compares to her when she’s on her knees for me, staring at me with those sexy doe eyes. Olivia has gorgeous amber eyes, she has such a round face that fits my palms perfectly. Her cheeks, so soft and her lips…. God they were intoxicating. I know Olivia is a forbidden but the quicker I get her
“Oh God—yes!” I cried out, slamming back one last time. Cum erupted from me, hot ropes splattering my chest and stomach. My ass clenched around the dildo, milking it as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I rode it out, hips jerking, until I slumped forward, spent and panting. The toy popped free with a wet sound, leaving me empty and aching for more already.I lay there for a minute, catching my breath, the afterglow fading too quickly. That’s how it always was—bliss, then the itch returning. Wiping myself clean with a nearby towel, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 4:15 PM. Shit. My eyes widened as realization hit. The appointment. With Dr. Voss. In an hour.Tyler had booked it for me last week, nagging until I agreed. “5 PM sharp,” he’d said. “Don’t flake, Harden. This could be good for you.” I’d shoved the reminder to the back of my mind, but now it loomed. A sex doctor? What would that even entail? Therapy sessions? Medications to dull the fire? Or something more… hands-
“Oh fuck,” I groaned again, my voice echoing off the walls of my cramped bedroom. The dildo, slick with lube, stretched me just right as I pushed back against it, the suction cup holding firm to the tiled wall behind my bed. My left hand wrapped tighter around my cock, stroking in rhythm with my hips. Each thrust sent sparks up my spine, my balls tightening with every delicious slide. I was lost in it, the world narrowing to the heat building in my core, the wet sounds of skin and silicone filling the air.My name is Harden, and yeah, I’ve got a problem. Sex addiction—they call it hypersexuality in the fancy medical terms, but to me, it’s just this insatiable fire that never quite burns out. It started back in college, I think. I was always the guy who partied too hard, flirted too much, ended up in beds I shouldn’t have. But it wasn’t until my sophomore year that I realized how deep it ran. One night at a frat party, I hooked up with this guy named Jake. He was rough, dominant, and k
“I can’t… please…” I begged, voice cracking on the words. My own three fingers were buried deep, knuckles slick and trembling, but it wasn’t enough. The stretch was good,perfect, even,but the pressure against my prostate felt distant, teasing, never quite enough to tip me over. I needed more. Thicker. Harder. Him.Reed groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through the room. His hand was wrapped tight around his cock, stroking slow, the head flushed dark and glistening with precum that dripped steadily onto the sheets. His mouth hung open slightly, chest heaving, eyes locked between my legs like he couldn’t look away if his life depended on it.“What?” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Want my fingers instead?”I nodded frantically, hips twitching up, chasing the friction of my own hand. A desperate whine slipped out before I could stop it.“Are you sure?” He leaned forward, elbows braced on the mattress, gaze flicking from my stretched hole to my flushed face.Why the fuck w
“But first, I want to watch you…”His words hang in the dark for half a second before he yanks my joggers back up rough, impatient and starts hauling me forward by the wrist. I stumble after him through the pitch-black living room, heart slamming against my ribs, cock still throbbing painfully against the cotton now trapping it again. Confusion wars with raw need. Watch me? After everything he just promised?He pushes open my bedroom door. The bedside lamp is already on, warm gold light spilling across the rumpled sheets and the mess I left this morning: lube bottle tipped on its side, the small black dildo still lying shamelessly on the comforter where I dropped it after coming so hard I saw stars. Reed stops just inside the threshold, releases my wrist, and finally lets me see him.Fuck. His eyes are molten—pupils blown so wide the green is barely a ring. Sweat beads along his hairline. His chest rises and falls too fast under the thin T-shirt. The front of his sweatpants tents obsc
Noah POVI am both nervous and excited as I book the cab home. Jesus fucking Christ, my dick has been hard since this morning after that little stunt Reed and I pulled. The video he sent keeps replaying in my head on brutal repeat. “This what you want, Noah? You want to see how hard I get just thinking about your cock? About burying my face between your thighs and licking you open until you’re shaking?”I had to duck into the bathroom stall at the rink twice during practice just to squeeze the base of my dick and breathe through the ache. Every time Coach barked an order I heard Reed instead, whispering what he would do if he had me alone. By the final whistle I was leaking steadily into my compression shorts, thighs slick, mind fractured.The cab ride feels endless. Streetlights streak past the window while I shift in the seat, trying not to grind against my own palm. My joggers do nothing to hide the obscene bulge. The driver keeps glancing in the rearview like he knows exactly wha
Gavin POVThis is a bad idea.I stood outside the rundown apartment building, phone clutched so tight my knuckles ached. My legs felt like jelly. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. Leon had been right—meeting a stranger I’d started chatting with only a few hours
Leon POVI drove like a maniac through the traffic, weaving between cars, horn blaring every time someone dared slow me down. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel, heart slamming so hard it felt like it might crack a rib. The location that fucker had sent from Gavin’s phone burned behind m
Leon POVMy brother is a fucking pervert.He doesn’t even care that we’re in the same room. My bed is literally two arm-lengths from his—close enough that I can hear every shaky breath, every wet slide of skin on skin when he thinks I’m asleep. Last night he didn’t bother pretending. The second the
Gavin POVI lay under the blanket, the room thick with darkness except for the faint blue glow from my phone screen. It was past 11 p.m.—way past—and I’d waited, until Leon’s breathing finally evened out across the gap between our beds. It had taken forever. He’d tossed and turned for what felt lik







