LOGINI froze in the doorway, did I hear clearly? I mean his tone sounds inviting, is he asking me to...? Shit.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I swallowed my moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. Fuck, he was hot. And he knows it. “How bad do you want in?” he asked again, his voice low and rough, sending another rush of heat straight through me. I stepped inside the room and closed the door behind me with a soft click. My heart raced, but the ache between my legs pushed me forward. I had imagined this so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing. “I want it more than anything,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “I’ve wanted to ride with the crew for months. And I’ve wanted you for longer than that.” A slow smile spread across his face. He set my tank top aside and stood up, his tall frame towering over me. His cock was already hardening again, thick and heavy between his strong thighs. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “Then show me,” he murmured. I did not hesitate. I pulled my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. My bra followed, freeing my breasts. His gaze dropped to them immediately, dark and hungry. I kicked off my boots and peeled my jeans down my legs along with my panties, stepping out of them until I stood completely bare in front of him. Aiden let out a low sound of approval. He closed the distance between us and pulled me against him. The heat of his skin against mine made me gasp. His hands roamed over my back, sliding down to cup my ass and squeeze firmly. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach, hard and insistent. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he said against my ear, his breath hot. “Walking around in those tight tops every time I come over, smelling like lavender and honey. You know why I stole your shirt?" I shook my head timidly, the confidence I came in with long gone. "I stole your shirt because I needed something of yours when I thought about you at night.” His words sent a shiver through me. I tilted my head up and he kissed me, deep and demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me in a way that made my knees weak. I moaned softly into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body closer. He lifted me easily and carried me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, then lower, trailing hot kisses along my collarbone. When he reached my breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked gently at first, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp from me. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding me already slick and ready. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, circling my clit with his thumb in slow, teasing strokes. “All this for me?” “Yes,” I breathed, arching into his touch. “Only for you.” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I cried out at the sudden fullness. He pumped them slowly, building a rhythm that had me writhing beneath him. His mouth continued its path downward, kissing over my stomach until he settled between my legs. He spread my thighs wider and looked up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I’ve dreamed about tasting you,” he said. Then his tongue was on me, hot and skilled, licking along my folds before focusing on my clit. I moaned louder, my hands tangling in his dark hair as he worked me with long, firm strokes. He alternated between sucking gently and flicking his tongue, driving me higher with every pass. His fingers kept moving inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. The pleasure built fast and intense. I felt myself tightening around his fingers, my breaths coming in quick gasps. “Aiden… I’m close…” “Come for me,” he ordered against my skin. The command pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, waves of heat spreading from my core to every part of my body. I cried out his name, my hips bucking against his mouth as he continued licking me through it, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure. I was still trembling when he moved back up my body and positioned himself between my thighs. His cock nudged against my entrance, hot and thick. He looked down at me, his eyes locked on mine. “Tell me you want this,” he said. “I want this,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.” He pushed in slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size. The stretch felt incredible, filling me completely. When he was fully seated, he paused, both of us breathing hard. Then he started to move, deep and steady thrusts that made stars burst behind my eyes. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward harder. “So fucking tight sucking me in.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that grew faster and more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with our mingled moans. He reached between us and rubbed my clit again, pushing me toward another peak. Just as the second orgasm started to build, the bedroom door swung open. “Yo, Aiden, you ready for— what the fuck?” Jake’s voice cut through the air like a slap. I froze beneath Aiden, my eyes wide with shock. Aiden stilled inside me, but he did not pull out. We both turned our heads toward the doorway. There stood my brother, helmet in hand, staring at us with a mix of disbelief and rising anger on his face. “Danielle?” Jake said, his voice tight. “What the hell is going on here?”INGRID The house was eerily quiet and not even in a calm way, it made me too anxious of my movements like the whole house would collapse if I moved around. I stood near the entrance, looking around while my father spoke to his friend. They had been talking for the last fifteen minutes, and I was beginning to wonder whether either of them remembered that I was actually there. Note: being delivered to another man’s house was a family affair. “She’s been giving me trouble for years,” my father said, shaking his head. “I honestly don’t know what else to do with her.” I turned towards him. “You’re making it sound like I’m a criminal.” His friend looked at me briefly before returning his attention to my father. “Is she not?” I gasped. “Daddy, did you hear that?” “I heard him.” “And you’re just going to let him insult me?” My father gave me a look. “Would you prefer I tell him about the incident at the hotel last month?” I closed my mouth. There were certain thi
INGRID “Are you fucking kidding me?” I looked at the man standing in front of me, then down at the little gold watch sitting comfortably in my palm. Honestly, I didn’t understand why he was making such a fuss. It was a pretty watch, and it had been sitting on that table practically begging to be taken. Besides, I hadn’t even decided whether I wanted to keep it. “Miss, I’m going to need you to hand that over.” I tilted my head. “Hand what over?” His expression changed. “The watch.” I glanced at my palm again, pretending to be surprised. “Oh, this? I thought you were talking about something else.” “Miss!” “There’s no need to shout. I’m standing right here.” The man looked like he was two seconds away from having a stroke. He was probably in his fifties, wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive expression. I’d seen him earlier, laughing with some equally rich people at the charity event, and now he was looking at me like I’d personally ruined his entire bloodline.
I stretch out on my stomach across the bed when the match ends, phone still in my hand, scrolling without reading. Tobi stays on the floor for a while, then climbs up behind me like it is the most natural thing in the world. “Your back is tense,” he says. “Everything is tense. This house is full of people.” His hands settle on my shoulders. Ordinary pressure at first. Slow circles with his thumbs that work the knots I didn’t even know were there. I let my eyes close and tell myself this is nothing. He has done this before when we were studying or when I complained about sitting too long. This is the same. It has to be the same. His palms move lower, following the line of my spine with deliberate care. When they reach the small of my back the heat starts, low and unwanted, spreading through me in a slow wave. I still don’t move. The shorts I threw on after my shower are thin and I never bother with underwear at home. The knowledge sits between us like a third person in the ro
Wren I kept my eyes shut and tried to breathe like someone who was actually asleep. The mattress dipped. Beck’s weight settled on the edge of the bed, close enough that the heat of him reached me through the thin sheet. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure he could hear it. His hand hovered above my body, I felt the warmth of his palm an inch above my thigh, then higher, tracing the shape of me without quite touching. When his fingers finally landed, they were careful, almost reverent, sliding from my knee up the outside of my leg. The sheet whispered under his hand. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Wren,” he murmured, voice low and rough like he was talking to himself. I stayed still. Barely breathing. His hand moved higher, cupped the side of my hip, thumb stroking once over the soft curve. Then it drifted inward, brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I had to lock every muscle to keep from spreading my legs for him. He smelled way hotter than he did in th
Wren Beck practically shoved me off him, and I had to grab the edge of the counter to steady myself. “What are you doing?” “Stay here.” He got up, quickly straightening his clothes before reaching for the dish towel. He untied the knot around his wrist, dropped the towel onto the counter and ran a hand through his hair. I watched him with a frown. “Beck, who’s at the door?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he headed towards the hallway, leaving me standing in the kitchen wondering what had suddenly gotten into him. “Seriously?” I called after him. “Just stay there, Wren and get dressed.” I rolled my eyes and adjusted my clothes. Whoever was at the door seemed particularly impatient because another round of knocking followed before Beck finally opened it. “About time,” a woman said. “Sorry, I was upstairs and didn’t hear you knock,” Beck replied sheepishly. This sight seemed incredulous to me. “Yeah, whatever.” I couldn’t see them properly from the kitchen, but I could hear t
Wren I pulled off and stood up fast, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “No, you can’t cum yet.” He blinked at me, dazed and furious and so hard it looked almost painful. I reached past him, grabbed the dish towel still hanging near the sink, and twisted it once in my hands. “Sit properly,” I said. “What?” “Sit up now.” My voice was thick with lust, and hungry. His eyes flickered with shock at how authoritative I’d become. It was evident Beck didn’t get it, or at least he was finally understanding that I needed him just as much. I saw the dominant armor he’d carried for the past three years fall right at my feet and replaced with an equal amount of thirst and need for me. I stepped between his knees again and pushed lightly at his chest. “You spent all day telling me what to do, it’s my turn now.” He adjusted on the chair and I climbed into his lap facing him, knees bracketing his hips, and reached behind his back. The dish towel wasn’t rope, but it was
I pulled off his thick cock with a wet pop, my swollen lips glistening. My fingers kept rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit, the pleasure making my thighs tremble. The stranger’s deep voice sent fresh heat through me as he spoke again. “I want to taste you, baby. Spread those legs and let
I slipped quietly through the back door, my pulse racing with excitement. Gosh I had missed Tyler. My pussy clenched at the thought of his name and I clasped my palm over my mouth to hold back my moan. It was what? Two weeks? Vibrators can only manage a sex crazed girl like me. The house wa
My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at Jake standing in the doorway. Heat flooded my face, and embarrassment rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy. Aiden was still buried deep inside me, his body warm and heavy against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to scramble away, but his hands he
I had a crush on Aiden for as long as I could remember. It started innocent enough, watching him laugh with Jake in our driveway, but it had grown into something deeper, hotter, something that kept me awake at night imagining his hands on me. Now I wanted more than just to watch from the sidelines.







