บททั้งหมดของ Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

“But first, I want to watch you…” His words hang in the dark for half a second before he yanks my joggers back up rough, impatient and starts hauling me forward by the wrist. I stumble after him through the pitch-black living room, heart slamming against my ribs, cock still throbbing painfully against the cotton now trapping it again. Confusion wars with raw need. Watch me? After everything he just promised? He pushes open my bedroom door. The bedside lamp is already on, warm gold light spilling across the rumpled sheets and the mess I left this morning: lube bottle tipped on its side, the small black dildo still lying shamelessly on the comforter where I dropped it after coming so hard I saw stars. Reed stops just inside the threshold, releases my wrist, and finally lets me see him. Fuck. His eyes are molten—pupils blown so wide the green is barely a ring. Sweat beads along his hairline. His chest rises and falls too fast under the thin T-shirt. The front of his sweatpants tents ob

Noah POV I’m a huge piece of shit. Yeah, I know that. Because right now, I’m doing everything possible to avoid looking at Reed after what we did last night. My stomach twists every time I think about it. I wanted it. I begged for it. But now that the morning light has hit, all I can think about is how badly this could ruin us. What if he woke up beside me and realized he wasn’t actually into guys? What if he regretted every second? What if things between us turned awkward and cold? I couldn’t handle losing my best friend. Not over one night of sex, no matter how mind-blowing it was. So I slipped out of bed before he woke up, got dressed in the dark, and left the apartment early. I’ve been dodging him ever since. “Hey!” Derek yelled, walking toward where I sat on the bench. I rolled my eyes. Not Derek again. I wasn’t expecting Reed anyway. I know him too well. He would never push into a space where he wasn’t wanted. “What’s up?” Derek groaned, tired from practice. He grabbed my

Reed POV “Look, I can’t…” I threw back another shot of vodka, the burn sliding down my throat doing nothing to dull the anger and confusion churning in my chest. Derek was still talking, trying to get me to calm down, but I wasn’t listening. I didn’t want to hear how I needed to be patient or understanding. Not when Noah was fucking with my head like this. One minute we were all over each other — his moans in my ear, his body tight around me, begging for more. The next, he was gone. Avoiding me all day like I was some dirty secret he regretted. I was always the one who had to fix things, chase him down, make sure we were okay. It was exhausting, and it was breaking something inside me. “Reed, you know how he is. Noah’s just confused,” Derek said carefully. I slammed the empty glass on the table. “I will not be his fucking experiment, Derek. I’m a person with real feelings. What about me? Don’t I get to be confused too? I’ve liked girls my whole life. Then one stupid dare, one night

“Come on, don’t be a fucking dick…” I groaned, muscles straining as I tried to drag a barely conscious Noah toward the bed. He was dead weight, all loose limbs and uncoordinated movements, making the short distance feel like a mile.“But I don’t want to…” he pouted, lips forming that childish expression that somehow still looked stupidly attractive on him.“Too bad.”“Reed…” He called my name softly, blindly reaching out with one hand until his fingers brushed my jaw. The touch was surprisingly gentle for how drunk he was.“I’m here,” I muttered. My arms were burning from carrying most of his weight. I gave up on the bed and steered us toward the couch instead. The second we reached it, I collapsed backward, pulling him down with me. Noah landed heavily on top, chest to chest, his face buried in the crook of my neck.He let out a long, shaky breath. “That kiss…” he mumbled against my skin, voice thick with alcohol and emotion. “It did something to me.”I knew exactly which kiss he mea

“Do you have to be shirtless?” I asked, stepping into the kitchen as Reed passed me a cup of coffee. My eyes betrayed me immediately, trailing over his well-toned body. The way the morning light caught on his shoulders, highlighting every defined muscle from years of hockey. The faint bruises and fading marks scattered across his skin only made him look more raw, more real. Has he always been this sexy? I knew he was attractive — of course I did — but not like this. Not in a way that made my throat dry and my stomach twist with something dangerously close to hunger. Can someone be too sexy? Okay, I seriously need to get out of my head.“Yes,” he answered simply, leaning against the counter with his own mug in hand. His voice was calm, but there was a tension in his jaw that hadn’t been there before.“It’s kinda hard to concen—”“I’m in love with you.”The words hit me like a slapshot to the chest. I almost spilled the hot coffee down my front, my grip tightening around the mug as m