Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

MIARunning with Alex always gets me going. Three years dating, sharing an apartment in Silver Lake, and we're still stupid for each other—but we never pretended we could be satisfied with just us. We're both mid-twenties, both bi, both get off on the thrill of extra bodies. We bring people home when the spark hits, fuck them together, swap stories if it's separate. Threesomes are the best—another hard cock sliding in while Alex watches me moan, or him getting filled while I grind on his face. It's messy, loud, perfect. No guilt, just heat.This morning Runyon Canyon was alive—dogs darting, joggers dodging, dust swirling under the sun that was already roasting everything at 9 a.m. Sweat poured down my spine, soaking my black sports bra until it molded to my tits like wet paint. My shorts rode up with every stride, seam sawing right against my clit, keeping me low-key wet before anything even happened.Then I spotted him.Off the main path, on a bench, stretching one leg up—late thirti

EIRIK He should have been looking at her. He should never have taken his gaze off her. The thought pressed against my chest the entire ceremony, sharp and relentless. Every time I lifted my eyes, every time the hall shifted or light caught the silver and white of Nova’s gown, I felt it again, Alaric’s gaze slipping away from her, returning to me as if drawn by something neither of us could name. Not on Nova. Not on the woman he had been forced to marry. His eyes always found me. Always. And I hated myself for it, hated how my heart clenched with every glance. I stood where I was expected, close enough to support him, far enough to be invisible. Future Beta. Adopted son. Brother. His shadow. I had worn those titles for so long that they should have felt like skin. Instead, they pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Every time Alaric’s eyes fell on me, my chest twisted, a pang that was sharp and constant. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to turn away, to do th

ALARIC "You shouldn't be here." "Gods, you shouldn't be here, Alaric." "Where else should I be if not here?" "I don't know..." "Perhaps the king's hall. Your bride must be there, probably waiting for you." "Look at me, Eirik," "Look at me and tell me that's what you want." "I don't know what you expect me to say." "Just as I expected, you don't want me to go. I love it when you're greedy for my attention." "This is a mistake." "Doesn't seem like that to me." "Because you're too stubborn to see it." "You know I can't be with anyone else but you, right?" "Our destinies had been sealed the night your parents sacrificed their lives to protect my mother." "It was their duty to protect the royals. They were simply doing their job." "Lies!" "They couldn't bear to watch me die! So they gave up their lives to safe both my mother's life and mine." "Fine! Whatever, fine!" "But that doesn't make you obligated to be with me." "You should say that to my heart." "Can you feel i

The door was barely locked when Jake’s mouth hit mine again—rougher this time, teeth catching my bottom lip, tongue shoving deep like he’d been starving for it. I moaned straight into him, loud and shameless, hands yanking his soaked tank up over his head. It hit the floor with a wet slap. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, chest heaving under my palms as I raked my nails down his pecs. Alex was already behind me, hands sliding under my sports bra, shoving it up so my tits spilled free. Nipples hard, aching. He pinched them once—sharp—then rolled them slow between his fingers while he ground his cock against my ass. “Feel how fucking hard she is for you, Jake,” he growled low. “She’s been dripping since the bench.” I whimpered, arching into both of them. My pussy was a mess—lips swollen, clit throbbing so hard every heartbeat sent a jolt through me. Slick coated my inner thighs, making them stick together. Jake broke the kiss, breathing ragged. His eyes dropped to my tits, then l

TESSA“Thanks for shopping with us. Come back soon,” the guy behind the counter called out as the door swung shut behind me.I gave a quick nod without turning around, already stepping onto the sidewalk with the plastic bag dangling from my left hand and a half-melted chocolate ice cream bar in my right. The wrapper was sticky between my fingers. I took another bite anyway, letting the cold sweetness slide down my throat while the evening air wrapped around me.Today was my birthday. Twenty-three. The number felt heavier than it should have. I’d spent the morning at my desk like every other day, tweaking fonts for a client who would probably ghost me on payment again, then the afternoon scrolling through the same feeds I always scrolled through. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Just the quiet hum of my apartment, the same four walls I’d been staring at since I moved out of my parents’ place three years ago. I worked from home as a graphic designer—logos, banners, social media templates.