All Chapters of 90-DAYS WET: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Don’t look at me like that.” Elise laughed as she said it..soft, breathless..but her fingers were already clenched in the fabric of his shirt, knuckles whitening as if she were afraid he might disappear the moment she let go. The boy didn’t answer. He stepped closer instead, crowding her into the corner of the private room, the bass from the club vibrating through the walls like a second heartbeat. His hand lifted…still not touching her..hovering just close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his palm against her waist. “That look?” he asked quietly. “You came here for it.” Elise swallowed. She was too old for this. Too married. Too recognizable in Middle Brooke to be pressed into velvet-lined walls with a stranger half her age, the door locked behind them…and yet. “You don’t know what I came here for,” she said. His mouth curved slowly, knowingly, like he’d heard that line before and enjoyed proving it wrong every time. “I know you didn’t come to

“You’re staring again.” Elise blinked, the champagne glass pausing halfway to her lips. Across the room, Doris didn’t even try to hide her smile. “I’m not,” Elise said quietly. “Mm.” Doris tilted her head, watching her the way one studies a bruise…gently, but with interest. “Then why do you look like someone might walk in and read your thoughts off your face?” Elise forced herself to sip. The bubbles tasted sharp, almost bitter. The house was loud with laughter, music, the soft clink of expensive glassware. Middlebrooke perfection wrapped in warm lighting and polite conversation, normal, safe and suffocating. Her gaze drifted anyway…past the familiar wives in silk dresses, past the businessmen already red with drink, past Richard speaking smoothly near the staircase..to the front door. It was closed and armless. And still her pulse wouldn’t settle. “You keep expecting him to appear,” Doris murmured. Elise’s fingers tightened around the stem of the glass. “Don’t.” “Relax,”

The guest room felt like a pressure cooker, the air thick with the scent of sex, expensive perfume, and the cold, metallic edge of adrenaline. Luca’s fingers were relentless, moving with a rhythm that felt like he was counting down to something. He didn’t just touch her… he owned the sensation, his thumb pinning her clit with a pressure that made Elise’s vision blur. "Richard is right outside," she gasped, the name of her husband sounding like a sin in this room. "Then be quiet," Luca whispered against her neck, his breath hot and smelling of the expensive wine Richard had paid for. "Hold it in. Let’s see how much you can take before you scream his name."He hooked his other hand under her knee, hiking her leg up so she was pinned wide. The cool air hit her wet skin, a sharp contrast to the furnace of his body. He didn’t use his hands this time. He replaced them with his mouth, his tongue swirling deep and hard, mocking the polite kisses she’d received all evening.Elise’s finge

Silas didn't give her a second to recover. He stood between her spread legs, his cock still glistening with her spit and his own pre-cum, twitching as it pointed directly at her heat. He looked feral, his eyes dark and dilated, his breathing coming in short, jagged bursts that signaled the end of his patience. "You think you’re so brave," Silas hissed, his voice a low, filthy rasp. "Sucking me while she was standing right there. You’re a dirty little slut, Maya. You’ve been wanting this since the day I moved in." Maya didn't flinch. She leaned back on her elbows, her breasts spilling out of her lace bra, her nipples dark and painfully hard in the dim light. She looked down at his cock, then back up at him with a smirk that was pure poison. "I wanted to see if you’d actually do it," she whispered. She reached down, her fingers spreading her own labia wide, exposing her soaking wet pussy and her swollen, red clit to his gaze. "I wanted to see if you had the balls to c

The bass from the house was a physical force, rattling the windows of Carter’s matte-black SUV as he sat in the driveway. It was a rhythmic, aggressive thumping that matched the frantic pulse in his groin. He leaned his head back against the leather headrest, closing his eyes for a second, trying to find some semblance of the "cool captain" composure he was known for. It wasn't working. His phone vibrated in the cup holder..Joey again. He didn't pick up. He could hear the party through the glass…the muffled roar of a hundred college students, the splash of the pool, the high-pitched shrieks of girls looking for attention.He reached into his console, pulled out a cigarette, and stepped out into the night air. The cool breeze didn't help. Even after the mess he’d made on his sofa an hour ago, his cock was a leaden, throbbing weight in his jeans.He’d even stopped by Hayley’s place on the way over…the assistant cheerleader with the flexible legs and the "no-questions-asked" attitud