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

It had been over two weeks since that intense, terrifying night at Elias and Marcus’s apartment, and I still could not stop thinking about them. Every single day, the memories haunted me. The way Elias had fucked me so eagerly and shamelessly. The filthy, erotic sounds he made when he came. The way his cock felt stretching me open while his husband watched from the armchair. But most of all, I could not forget Marcus’s cold, deadly glare when he warned me he would kill me if I ever showed my face near his husband again. That warning had kept me up at night more times than I cared to admit. I would wake up sweating, my heart racing, convinced I had heard footsteps outside my door. I had blocked Elias’s number the same night I got home, my hands shaking so badly I could barely tap the screen. It was the smart thing to do. The only safe thing. I told myself I would never go back. Never risk it. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not stop wishing for one more time with Elias. Just

Julian’s slow, wicked smile sent fresh heat rushing through my body. I lay completely naked on the warm massage table, my skin still tingling from the first powerful orgasm he had pulled from me with just his fingers. My nipples were tight and sensitive, my pussy slick and pulsing with aftershocks. The air in the private room felt thick with the scent of warm oil, jasmine, and raw arousal. He stood at the side of the table, his white uniform shirt slightly unbuttoned now, revealing a glimpse of smooth, muscled chest. His dark eyes traveled slowly over my body, drinking in every curve like he was memorizing me. “You are even more beautiful when you cum,” he murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough. “The way your pussy clenched around my fingers… the way you moaned my name… I want to hear it again. Louder this time.” I shivered, my thighs pressing together instinctively. “Julian…” He poured more warm oil into his palms and rubbed them together. The scent of sandalwood and something

The campfire had burned low, leaving only glowing embers and the thick scent of pine smoke hanging in the cool night air. We had planned this camping trip for months, just the two of us, to escape the stress of final exams and city life. A small tent, a secluded spot deep in the national forest, and a bottle of cheap whiskey we brought along for old times’ sake. No signal. No distractions. Just stars, silence, and each other. I sat across from Emily on the log we were using as a bench, the dying firelight dancing across her face. She looked beautiful in the flickering glow. Long auburn hair tied back in a messy ponytail, freckles across her nose, and those bright green eyes that always seemed to see right through me. She wore a loose tank top and shorts that rode up her thighs whenever she shifted. I tried not to stare, but the whiskey had loosened my inhibitions and my gaze kept drifting to the curve of her breasts and the smooth skin of her legs. Emily took another swig from the bo

We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat inside the small tent. My cock was still buried deep inside Emily, pulsing with the last ripples of my release. She trembled beneath me, her pussy fluttering around me as aftershocks rippled through her. The air was thick with the scent of sex, pine, and the faint trace of whiskey on our skin. I kissed her softly, tasting the salt of sweat on her lips, then slowly pulled out of her. A small whimper escaped her as I left her empty. Cum leaked from her swollen pussy, dripping down onto the sleeping bag. The sight made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. Emily looked up at me with hazy, satisfied eyes and a shy smile that made my chest tighten. “That was… incredible,” she whispered. “I have wanted that for so long. I never thought it would feel this good.” I brushed a strand of damp hair from her face and kissed her forehead. “Me too,” I admitted. “I have fantasized about you for years. Every

TESSA Marcus set the marking pen down and stepped back, giving me a second to breathe. My nipples were already tingling from the cold pen marks, little purple dots staring back at me like targets. I sat there topless on the piercing chair, arms crossed loosely under my breasts because I didn’t know what else to do with them. The shop felt smaller now, the antiseptic smell sharper, the hum of the neon sign outside the window louder in my ears. Jax leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching me with that easy half-smile he seemed to wear like a default setting. “You’re shaking a little,” he said, not mocking, just pointing it out. “We see it all the time. First-timers get the jitters. Totally normal.” “I’m fine,” I said, but my voice came out too high, too quick. My legs were pressed together so tight my thighs ached. Marcus crouched down so we were eye level. His beard was neatly trimmed, dark against his pale skin, and up close I could see a faint scar above his left eyebrow