Alle Kapitel von Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation : Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Noah POV I 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 Fuck. I think I drank too much. The room spins lazily as I roll onto my stomach, grinding my cock hard against the mattress in a desperate bid for relief. Sleep refuses to come. My dick refuses to go down. Every shift of my hips drags the cotton sheets along my length, teasing the sensitive head until I hiss through clenched teeth. We won the game tonight. I tried to celebrate the usual way, flirting with a couple of girls at the bar afterward. They were pretty. Willing. But none of them were him. Reed. His face kept flashing in my mind, that lazy smirk, the way his hand had felt wrapped around both of us last week. Since that night on the couch, everything changed. He stopped bringing girls home. Stopped talking about hookups. Instead he hovered, protective in a way that felt possessive. When some rookie on the team slung an arm around my shoulders after the win, Reed’s jaw had tightened so hard I thought he’d crack a tooth. I started avoiding him just to breathe. How do I

Noah POVFuck. I think I drank too much. The room spins lazily as I roll onto my stomach, grinding my cock hard against the mattress in a desperate bid for relief. Sleep refuses to come. My dick refuses to go down. Every shift of my hips drags the cotton sheets along my length, teasing the sensitive head until I hiss through clenched teeth.We won the game tonight. I tried to celebrate the usual way, flirting with a couple of girls at the bar afterward. They were pretty. Willing. But none of them were him. Reed. His face kept flashing in my mind, that lazy smirk, the way his hand had felt wrapped around both of us last week. Since that night on the couch, everything changed. He stopped bringing girls home. Stopped talking about hookups. Instead he hovered, protective in a way that felt possessive. When some rookie on the team slung an arm around my shoulders after the win, Reed’s jaw had tightened so hard I thought he’d crack a tooth. I started avoiding him just to breathe.How do I t

“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 obsc

“Oh fuck,” I groaned again, my voice echoing off the walls of my cramped bedroom. The dildo, slick with lube, stretched me just right as I pushed back against it, the suction cup holding firm to the tiled wall behind my bed. My left hand wrapped tighter around my cock, stroking in rhythm with my hips. Each thrust sent sparks up my spine, my balls tightening with every delicious slide. I was lost in it, the world narrowing to the heat building in my core, the wet sounds of skin and silicone filling the air.My name is Harden, and yeah, I’ve got a problem. Sex addiction—they call it hypersexuality in the fancy medical terms, but to me, it’s just this insatiable fire that never quite burns out. It started back in college, I think. I was always the guy who partied too hard, flirted too much, ended up in beds I shouldn’t have. But it wasn’t until my sophomore year that I realized how deep it ran. One night at a frat party, I hooked up with this guy named Jake. He was rough, dominant, and k