Lahat ng Kabanata ng MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

KINKS: Praise kink, voyeurismI stumbled a little as I handed out the last of the drinks, trying not to drop anything as I weaved through the living room. The place was packed with Killian’s friends—at least ten guys, maybe more—all loud and excited, yelling at the TV every time the school’s hockey team made a move. The big screen was blasting the game, the crowd noise echoing through the apartment, but I still felt like I was moving in a bubble. My cheeks were warm, and my arms ached from carrying so many cups, but I didn’t complain.This was Killian’s place—well, technically his parents'—but he had it all to himself for the weekend. So, of course, he decided to host a little get-together. I didn’t mind. I wanted to help, to show his friends I could take care of him. I brought out snacks—popcorn, chips, pizza rolls, pretzels—and passed drinks to everyone with a smile. I probably looked like a waitress or something, but I didn’t care. I liked doing things for Killian.After making sur

My heart was pounding so loudly I thought everyone could hear it. I felt myself clench without meaning to. The tension, the risk, everything made the feeling stronger.Killian grunted quietly into my ear, like he was trying not to lose control. Then he cleared his throat and replied, sounding calm somehow, “Yeah, they’ve got it. Just need to tighten defense.”Logan nodded and turned back to the screen.Killian’s hand slid up to rest on my side, his thumb brushing small circles on my waist under the blanket. Then he leaned back in and whispered, “Feels so good when you clench up like that.”A tiny smile crept onto my face. I did it again—on purpose this time—just to tease him.His reaction was instant. He let out a low groan, rough and quiet, but full of heat. “F-ck,” he whispered, barely able to say the word.I bit my lip harder to stop the laugh bubbling up inside me. This was crazy. It was wild and dangerous and completely stupid.Against my better judgment, I shifted my hips just a

I felt my face heat up even more. I hated that he could see how flustered I was. I hated that he knew the effect he had on me. But most of all, I hated how my heart was pounding just from seeing him half-naked.It was just a game, I told myself. Just a stupid, harmless game.But it didn’t feel harmless anymore.We kept playing, though I could barely keep my thoughts straight. My eyes kept drifting back to his chest. His skin was smooth and golden, stretched over solid muscle. His abs were defined but not overly bulky, like he worked out but didn’t care if people noticed. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. His collarbones, the curve of his shoulders, the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed—every little thing seemed to draw my attention like a magnet.And then—I won again.He looked at me with a slight smirk, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Your move,” I said, my voice shaky even though I tried to sound cool.Ian stood up slowly, eyes still on mine, and I watche

His hands slipped beneath my panties and he found me wet and ready. He began to finger me slowly, his touch expert and confident, making me moan and arch against him."Ian," I gasped and gripped his shoulders for support. "That feels... Oh, God."His fingers moved in a delicious rhythm that drove me closer to the edge.I could feel the tension building within me "Don't stop," I begged, I was so close. "Please, Ian, don't stop."He didn’t stop and his fingers continued stroking me, his touch both tender and insistent bringing me closer to the brink of climax. I could feel the heat building and I gasped. "I'm close." He didn't pause, his rhythm steady and sure, driving me closer to the edge.He stared into my eyes. "Come for me, Elle," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine making my orgasm slam into me. I cried out his name as the orgasm washed over me. He held me close, his lips finding my neck, kissing me gently as I rode out the waves of pleasure.As th

Kinks: M/M erotica, anal, dominantThe room was dark, the only light coming from the small lamp on the nightstand. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the sound of heavy breathing.Jason lay on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat radiating off of Mark's body as he loomed over him, his eyes dark with desire."I want you," Mark growled, his voice low and rough. "I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight."Jason's breath hitched in his throat, his cock already hard and aching. "Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, Mark. I need you."Mark didn't hesitate. He crashed his lips against Jason's in a bruising kiss, his tongue pushing its way into Jason's mouth. Jason moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in Mark's hair.Mark's hands were everywhere, exploring Jason's body with a hungry desperation. He squeezed Jason's ass, pulling him closer, grinding their hips together. Jason could feel Ma