All Chapters of Sinful desires.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EliasI left Lucas lying in his bed to go shower. He had looked so adorable this morning. His big brown eyes were wide and earnest as he drained me dry. He was a good boy, though, and good boys deserved good things, so after standing naked in the middle of the bathroom for a few seconds, I had gone back to his room.It had not taken much to convince him. In fact, I had never seen him move so fast in my life.In the shower, I cleaned him, letting myself explore his body in a way I had not before. He was gorgeous. Tall and broad, with defined muscles and tanned skin. Of course, he had always been attractive, but there was something more about it now. I could have explained it away as just the situation with the milk, but… that would have felt gross to reduce him to nothing but that. To reduce my attraction to nothing but that.His piercing was fascinating to me, so I had played with it. It was fun to watch his face. Fun to see how tugging on it in certain ways made his breath catch. How

EliasThere was a reason omegas lost their minds for a knot. Sure, it was a tight fit for me. But it felt so fucking good. I could barely even think past the pleasure. It was indescribable. Unreal. And because it was Link? Fuck, somehow so much better.Wait, he had asked me a question.I nodded, and our noses brushed together. “Yes. You did so good. My good, sweet boy.”I just wanted to be closer to him, even though we were locked together in what was basically the most intimate way. I pressed closer, gasping when his knot tugged on my rim. “Closer,” I mumbled, inhaling deeply so I could take in the smell of his sweet skin. He smelled like him, but also like me, and a little like sex and sweat. It was good. So good. It was perfect.His hands left my face, and he wrapped his arms around me like a vise, squeezing me closer to him. Yes. That. Better. I sighed, melting into the heat of his body.We just stayed that way, with me melted into him and his arms around me, his knot stretching m

Elias started rocking beneath me, matching my pace. He moaned and squirmed, his head rolling back against the mattress. “Fuck, puppy, I am close. God, I am so close.”I whimpered in response, too gone to give a fuck about how high-pitched and desperate it sounded. Elias made me this way. He turned me into a whimpering, begging brat. And I was so fucking thankful for it.My stomach clenched and my hips flexed as my entire body started to tighten. I closed my lips around his nipple again, suckling with each movement. Elias’s fingers held me tight against his chest, pressing my nose into his skin as he gyrated his hips like a man gone mad.I loved it. Fucking adored it. Worshipped it.“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Good puppy, good puppy, oh god.” I glanced up just in time to see the muscles in his neck strain as he threw his head back one more time, his panting breaths turning to silence.Warm cum spread across my stomach as a rush of milk spread across my tongue. That was it. That was what did it

I could hardly concentrate on my work as I kept checking the time. Fuck, I can't believe I'm like this all because of a message. Noah had texted me that morning—simple, polite, professional on the surface. *If your back is still bothering you, I have an opening after seven again tonight. Same place.* Roan noticed, of course. He always did. “You’re staring at your phone like it owes you money,” he said, dropping into the chair across from me during the slow stretch of the overnight. “Don’t tell me you’re actually going back to that masseur.” I kept my eyes on the monitor. “My back still hurts.” “Uh-huh.” His grin was pure mischief. “Sure it does. Just the back.” I flipped him off without looking up. He laughed and left me alone, but the damage was done. The rest of the shift dragged like wet concrete. Every time I shifted in the chair my lower back complained, a dull reminder that three consecutive nights had wrecked me. Or at least that was the excuse I kept repeating. The real

I want to be wrecked by my football teammates. But that’ll never happen. They’re straight. So when I dare them to visit the infamous gay bathhouse on the edge of town, I don’t expect them to show. Yet they do. In all their hunky glory. They want to prove they can handle a night surrounded by thirsty gay dudes. What they don’t know is that I’m the thirstiest one of all.TOBY“You know that place is gay, right?” Cole says, cracking open a soda can. “Which place?” Diesel asks from the beanbag, peeling off his dirty socks. “Lumen.” “No shit, genius,” Diesel responds, tossing a smelly sock at Cole. It smacks his chest before sliding onto my worn couch. “That place is basically one big orgy on a Saturday night.” Cole grabs the sock off the couch, sniffs it, then pulls a disgusted face and hurls it back at Diesel. Everyone laughs. “How do you know, bro?” he shoots back. “Ever visited?” “Fuck off, Cole.” “What? Just asking a simple question. Have you ever been inside Lumen?” He sm