All Chapters of DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The elevator jolted once, then stopped dead. The sudden silence made my ears ring. The flickering light above cast harsh shadows across the metal walls, and that’s when I realized we weren’t alone.He stood in the corner, leaning against the railing like he owned the space. Tall, broad shoulders, black hoodie unzipped just enough to reveal a tight white shirt clinging to his chest. His eyes slid over me slowly, not polite, not curious — hungry.“Looks like we’re stuck,” I muttered, pressing the emergency button. It buzzed uselessly.“Good,” he said, his voice deep and slow, like he’d been waiting for this.My stomach flipped. I tried the button again, ignoring the way his gaze burned into me.“You always that restless?” he asked, pushing off the wall. His boots were heavy on the floor as he closed the distance, one step at a time.I backed up until my spine hit the cold metal. “We’ll be out soon,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound convincing.He smiled faintly, tilting his head. “N

I barely had time to swallow the last sip of coffee before he stood, tossing a few bills on the table.“Come on,” he said, not bothering to explain.I followed him out of the café, the midday sun glaring down. The street was busy people walking dogs, delivery bikes weaving through traffic, a bus rumbling past. He didn’t slow down until we reached the small park across the street.It wasn’t a quiet park. There were joggers on the path, office workers on benches eating lunch, and kids playing near the fountain.“What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice low.His hand closed around my wrist. “You’ll see.”He led me down a winding path lined with tall hedges. They gave the illusion of privacy, but I could still hear voices, footsteps, the hum of the city just beyond.He stopped near an empty bench, glanced around once, then sat down — pulling me between his legs before I could react.“Straddle me,” he said.My heart kicked up. “Here?”“Now.”The command left no room for hesitation. I swu

The siren blasted through the office, sharp and jarring, making papers flutter and conversations die mid-sentence. Red lights pulsed along the walls, painting everyone’s faces in quick flashes of urgency. Chairs scraped back, footsteps thundered toward the exit.I stood too, but I wasn’t heading for the staircase. My heart was already beating for a different reason.The fire drill was the perfect cover.I slipped my phone into my pocket, smoothed my skirt, and walked in the opposite direction. Nobody noticed. Everyone was too busy pretending to be scared. My heels clicked fast along the hall until I reached the last door before the emergency exit — the storage room.I turned the handle, stepped inside, and shut the door behind me. The siren became a dull, distant howl. Inside, it was dim and warm, the only light coming from a small overhead bulb that buzzed faintly. The air smelled of cardboard, paper, and a faint hint of industrial cleaner.Stacks of boxes lined the walls. A long tab

The train rocked harder now, the speed making the air in the carriage feel tighter, hotter. My legs were still weak from the last wave, but he didn’t let me rest. His hand stayed between my thighs, two fingers pushing deep and curling inside me like he was searching for something only he knew existed.“Stay open for me,” he growled against my ear. His breath was hot, his voice rough, and it sent a pulse straight down my spine. I obeyed without thinking, letting my knees fall apart even more, the thin skirt riding so high it was a joke to call it clothing anymore.The dim light flickered as we passed through a tunnel, the darkness making every touch sharper, every sound louder. I could hear the wet, obscene noise of his fingers moving in and out of me. My head fell back, and I bit down hard on my lip to stop the moan from spilling out too loud.He smirked like he knew exactly what was going through my head. “You’re dripping through your panties.”I wanted to be embarrassed, but instead

My knees hit the cold tiled floor first, the sting jolting up my legs, but he didn’t give me a chance to even breathe. His hand gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to stay low as he pressed himself against me from behind, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.“You think I’m done with you?” His voice was deep, dangerous, and thick with heat. “Not even close.”The pounding in my chest mixed with the way my body screamed for him, every nerve awake. I tried to push up, but his other hand caught my wrist and slammed it flat against the floor, pinning me like I belonged there.“You’re shaking,” he said, lips brushing my jaw. “Scared?”I nodded without even realizing it, my throat too tight to form words.“Good.” His grip tightened. “Stay that way.”Then his hips shoved into me, a hard, claiming motion that ripped a gasp out of me. The sound bounced off the walls, obscene and raw. His movements were relentless, no breaks, no kindness—just pure, punishing rhythm that made my palms swe