All Chapters of Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Noah POV I can barely look reed in the eye the next day. My brain keeps trying to shove the memory into a locked box labeled “Never Happened,” but my body isn’t cooperating. Least of all my dick. It started the second I woke up hard, leaking against my stomach, the image burned behind my eyelids: Reed in his desk chair, legs spread, hand wrapped tight around his cock. The slow, deliberate strokes. The way his thumb swiped over the head on every upstroke, collecting precum that glistened under the lamp. Those small, punched-out pants he let slip when he got close—sharp inhales, low groans that vibrated through the quiet room. His abs flexing, thighs tensing, hips lifting just enough to chase his own fist. I thought the kiss at the party had wrecked me. That was nothing. Watching my best friend come apart like that—head tipped back, throat working on a choked moan as thick ropes of cum spilled over his knuckles—was worse. Way worse. Because now I knew exactly how he sounded when he lo

Noah POV I need to find a way to stop thinking about him. The entire ride home my mind replayed the locker-room moment on a torturous loop: Reed’s hand on my cock through the towel, his thumb circling the head, the way his breath hitched when he felt how hard I was for him. By the time I pushed through the apartment door, I was painfully hard, leaking into my boxers, every step rubbing the fabric against the sensitive tip in a way that made my teeth grind. All I wanted was to bolt to my room, lock the door, strip, and jerk off until my brain short-circuited. Maybe dig out one of the toys from that damn box still sitting unopened on my dresser. Something to fill the ache that had taken up permanent residence in my gut since the dare. But Reed was already there. He lounged on the couch like he owned every inch of the space, legs spread wide, one arm draped along the backrest, the other holding a can of beer. The TV flickered with some post-game highlights, but his eyes were on the do

Noah POVI waste no time. My jeans hit the floor in a tangled heap. I stand on shaky legs, heart hammering so loud I swear Reed can hear it across the room. Common sense screams at me to stop, to think, to remember that this is my best friend, my roommate, the guy I share protein shakes and dirty laundry with. But the ache between my legs overrides everything. I have never been this hard, this desperate. Reed has cracked something open inside me, and the only way forward is straight into the fire.I cross the space in three steps and drop into his lap before I can second-guess myself. Straddling him feels obscene and perfect at once. His thighs are solid under me, warm through the thin fabric of his boxers. Our cocks press together immediately, base to tip, the contact sending a jolt straight up my spine. I hiss at the slick slide of skin on skin, precum making everything glide too easily, too good.Reed smirks up at me, that lazy, knowing curve of his lips that always means trouble.

Noah POV I am both nervous and excited as I book the cab home. Jesus fucking Christ, my dick has been hard since this morning after that little stunt Reed and I pulled. The video he sent keeps replaying in my head on brutal repeat. “This what you want, Noah? You want to see how hard I get just thinking about your cock? About burying my face between your thighs and licking you open until you’re shaking?” I had to duck into the bathroom stall at the rink twice during practice just to squeeze the base of my dick and breathe through the ache. Every time Coach barked an order I heard Reed instead, whispering what he would do if he had me alone. By the final whistle I was leaking steadily into my compression shorts, thighs slick, mind fractured. The cab ride feels endless. Streetlights streak past the window while I shift in the seat, trying not to grind against my own palm. My joggers do nothing to hide the obscene bulge. The driver keeps glancing in the rearview like he knows exactly

Noah POV Reed’s breathing wavered, and he swore under his breath. “Relax for me, baby.” A moan slipped from my lips at the nickname. It sounded so good coming from him, low and rough, like he had been holding onto it for weeks. “Talk to me…” I begged. The stretch burned deep, almost too much. I was seconds away from tapping out even though I wanted this so badly. “I can stop…” he whispered, voice strained. His arms trembled as he held himself still above me, only the head of his cock inside. “That’s not talking to me…” I didn’t need any more reasons to back out. “No baby, I can really stop.” He sounded wrecked. “I don’t wanna hurt you… fuck… oh shit. You can’t squeeze around me like that.” He started to pull out, one hand braced beside my head. I grabbed his hips quickly. “No… please. Just go slow. I can take it.” Reed paused, eyes searching mine. Then he nodded and leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my jaw. “Okay. I’ve got you. Gonna make it feel good. Just breathe for me