All Chapters of Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

TESSA Marcus pulled back from my left nipple with another soft pop, leaving it shiny and even more swollen. The throb had shifted—still sharp, but now it felt like a deep, insistent pulse that echoed straight between my legs. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling too fast. Tears had dried on my cheeks, but my eyes were still glassy. The scotch warmth lingered in my veins, mixing with the adrenaline and something hotter.Jax was already leaning in on the right side. “Your turn to feel the good part,” he said, voice low and playful. He didn’t wait for permission this time—he just lowered his head and closed his mouth over the freshly pierced nipple.Warmth flooded in immediately. Gentle suction, lips sealed tight around the areola, no pressure on the bar itself. Just steady, rhythmic pull. My back arched off the chair without me meaning to. A moan slipped out—loud, surprised, embarrassing. I clapped a hand over my mouth, but Jax only hummed against my skin like he approved.

Chapter 5They didn’t waste time after I said yes. Jax lifted me off the chair like I weighed nothing, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his cock still buried deep inside me. Every step he took sent fresh jolts through my oversensitive walls. Marcus grabbed a small bottle of lube from a drawer under the counter—clear, thick, the kind made for exactly this—and followed close behind.Jax carried me to the padded table in the back corner, the one they used for larger tattoos. It was wider, sturdier. He laid me down on my back, never pulling out, keeping himself seated deep while he adjusted my hips to the edge. My ass hung just off the side, thighs spread wide. Marcus stepped between my legs, stroking himself slowly while he watched Jax rock gently inside me.“Gonna open you up slow,” Marcus said, voice low and gravelly. He squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, then more directly onto my already soaked entrance where Jax was stretching me. The cool slickness made me

NoahThe clinic had been dead silent all day. I’d arrived at 7 a.m. sharp, flipped the OPEN sign, brewed coffee I didn’t drink, rearranged the exam table twice, and checked the appointment system every fifteen minutes like it owed me money. Nothing. No panicked owners with limping dogs, no worried moms with sneezing kittens, not even a goldfish in a bowl. By 5:30 p.m., the late-afternoon sun was pouring gold through the front windows, and I was seriously considering closing early to go home and question every life choice that led me to open a solo vet practice.Then the bell jingled.She walked in slow, like she knew exactly how long I’d been waiting for someone—anyone—to show up. Dark hair in loose waves, tight black leggings that hugged every curve, a cropped white tank that stopped just above her navel, and a smile that said she already knew she was going to fuck with my head.“Hey, Doc,” she said, voice low and honey-smooth. “You got room for one more patient before you lock up?”

Noah’s POVEve’s pussy was still fluttering around nothing, slick and swollen from her orgasm, lips parted like they were begging for more. Her thighs trembled on either side of my hips, chest heaving, nipples tight little peaks that rose and fell with every ragged breath. Cum—hers, not mine—glistened on her inner thighs, a thin shiny trail that caught the lamplight. She looked wrecked already, hair sticking to her damp forehead, lips bitten red, eyes glassy and half-lidded. But the way she lifted her hips toward me, small needy rolls, told me she wasn’t finished. Neither was I.I stayed kneeling between her legs, cock so hard it hurt, the head dark and leaking steadily. I wrapped my fist around the base once, gave one slow stroke just to feel the ache, then let go. No relief yet. I wanted her to feel every second of this.“Turn over,” I said. Voice low. Rougher than I meant.She obeyed without hesitation. Rolled onto her stomach, then pushed her knees under her so her ass lifted high

MIA Running 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 th