All Chapters of Naughty Dripping Desires (Erotica Collection): Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I had just slipped into bed, when the knock came, echoing through my quiet apartment. It was past midnight, and I knew exactly who it had to be. Him. The god-like football player from next door, with his chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and that cocky grin that made my knees weak every time our paths crossed in the hallway.I padded to the door on bare feet, my thin nightgown clinging to my curves, the fabric so sheer it left little to the imagination. Peeking through the peephole, there he was, Jax, sweat glistening on his tanned skin, fresh from what must have been a late-night workout. His tank top was plastered to his chest, outlining every ridge of muscle, and those gym shorts hung low on his hips, teasing the V-line that disappeared below."What do you want, Jax?" I called through the door, my voice breathier than I intended.His deep chuckle vibrated through the wood. "Open up, neighbor. I need a favor."Against my better judgment—or maybe because of it—I unlocked the door and sw

The bathroom filled with steam almost instantly. Jax turned the water hotter than I usually liked, but I didn’t complain—not when he was already crowding me against the cool tiles, his big body blocking the spray until it hit his back first and cascaded over us both.Water ran through his dark hair to his forehead and then ran in rivulets down the carved lines of his chest, tracing every ridge of abdominal muscle before disappearing into the deep V that pointed straight to where he was already hard again. Impossibly hard, again.He caught me staring and smirked, that arrogant, panty-dropping grin that should have been illegal.“Like the view?” he asked, voice low and rough over the sound of the shower.I didn’t bother answering with words. Instead I dropped to my knees.His sharp inhale was the only warning I got before my hands wrapped around his length—thick, hot, and throbbing. I stroked him slowly, watching his abs tighten and his thighs flex.“Fuck, baby…” The words came out stra

He carried me straight past the couch, through the open archway into the living room, and dropped me onto the thick rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Afternoon light poured in, warm and golden, turning everything soft except the way he looked at me—like I was already his and he was just deciding how many different ways to prove it.I landed on my back with a soft thud, my towel long gone, and my skin still damp from the shower and slick from everything we’d done since. He stood over me for a second, naked and shameless, cock already hardening again as his gaze dragged down my body.“Spread your legs,” he said quietly.My thighs parted instantly.He knelt between them, but instead of diving in like before, he braced his hands on either side of my head and lowered himself until his mouth was a breath away from mine.“You keep taking everything I give you,” he murmured. “No hesitation. No asking me to slow down. You just open up and let me wreck you.”Heat crawled up my neck.

"Kai," I whispered, voice still shaky from the orgasm he'd just pulled out of me with nothing but his fingers and filthy words. "That was… I don't even know."He chuckled low, the sound vibrating against my skin. "You don't have to know. You just have to feel it." His thumbs stroked slow circles over the curve of my hips, dipping into the soft flesh there. "And I want you to feel a lot more."I lifted my head, meeting his eyes. They were dark, his pupils blown wide, but there was tenderness under the hunger—something that made my chest ache in the best way."I want to taste you," he said, voice rough. "I've dreamed about burying my face between these thighs for years. About feeling them squeeze around my head while you come on my tongue."Heat flooded my cheeks. My core clenched at the image, fresh wetness slicking my folds again. "Kai…""Say yes, baby." His hands slid up under my dress, palms flat against my belly, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "Let me worship you prop

Kai had carried me, his arms flexing under my thighs as he walked us straight past the bed and into the en-suite. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, ankles crossed at his lower back, his cock half-hard and slick from us nestled against my folds with every step. Every gentle bounce made me clench around nothing, fresh arousal leaking down my inner thighs.He set me down on the cool marble counter beside the sink, but he didn’t step away. Instead he pressed between my legs, hands sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.“Shower first,” he murmured against my neck, voice husky from earlier. “I want to wash you, touch every inch. Then I want to fuck you against the tiles until you’re screaming my name again.”My breath hitched. “Kai…”He kissed the spot just below my ear—the one that always made my toes curl. “You okay, baby? Not too sore?”I shook my head, fingers threading through his hair. “A little tender… but I want more. I want you.”His smile was