All Chapters of Naughty Dripping Desires (Erotica Collection): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Malik’s arms were still around me, one hand splayed protectively across my lower back, the other cradling the nape of my neck. His cum was leaking slowly out of me, and every tiny shift of my hips made me clench involuntarily around nothing, sending little aftershocks up my spine.I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the sharp mix of his deodorant, fresh sweat, and sex. My voice came out muffled. “We should… probably get out of here before someone comes back for their jockstrap or whatever.”He laughed—low, rough, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. “Yeah. Wouldn’t want Coach walking in and seeing his star fly-half bent over the bench again.”Heat crawled up my neck even though we were alone. “Shut up.”He kissed the top of my head, then stepped back just enough to look at me. His thumbs brushed the bruised skin along my ribs again, gentler this time. “You good to walk? Or do I need to carry you out like some damsel?”I rolled my eyes, but the wince tha

The door clicked shut behind me, and the sound echoed in my chest like a promise. Russ's apartment was dim, lit only by the soft glow of candles scattered on shelves and the low hum of city lights filtering through the windows. I stood there in the entryway, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, my fingertips, between my legs.He turned to me, eyes dark and steady, that half-smile playing on his lips like he knew exactly what I was thinking. "You nervous, Anaya?""A little," I admitted, my voice coming out breathier than I meant. "But good nervous."He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne—something woody and clean, mixed with the faint scent of leather from the cuffs he'd shown me earlier over dinner. We'd talked about this. Limits. Safe words. What I wanted. What he wanted to give."Yellow to slow down," he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. "Red to stop. Green to go harder."I nodded, swallowing. "Green."His smile deepened. "Good girl."Tho

My legs were still trembling when Russ scooped me up from the bench like I weighed nothing. The cuffs were gone now, but the ghost of them lingered on my wrists—faint red lines that made my skin tingle every time I moved. He carried me across the room, past the low couch, to the thick rug in front of the windows. The city lights glittered outside like distant stars, but inside it was all heat and shadows and the sound of our breathing.He laid me down gently, on my back first, the rug soft against my spine, cool air kissing the sweat-slick skin between my breasts. My thighs fell open automatically; I was too far gone to close them. Too needy. Too wet. His cum was still leaking out of me from earlier, and the thought of it made me clench, and made fresh heat bloom low in my belly.Russ knelt between my legs, eyes raking over me—slow, possessive. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked. Watched the way my chest rose and fell, the way my nipples were still hard and dark, the way my pussy g

I woke to thunder rattling the cabin windows and Jordan’s mouth already between my legs.No preamble, no gentle kisses trailing down my stomach—just her tongue flat and hot, licking one long, slow stripe up my slit like she’d been starving for it all night.My back bowed off the mattress. A choked gasp tore out of me before I could stop it.She didn’t pause. Didn’t even look up. Just hummed low in her throat, the vibration shooting straight through my clit, and kept going—broad, greedy laps that made wet, filthy sounds fill the room louder than the rain.“Jordan—” My voice cracked.She pulled back just enough to speak against my soaked folds, breath scorching. “Quiet, baby. Let me taste how wet you got dreaming about me.”I hadn’t even remembered the dream until she said it. But now flashes hit me—her pinning me down, fingers deep in me, telling me to come again, and again, until I was crying. My thighs trembled at the memory.She dove back in.This time she focused on my clit, rubbin

The bass from the main floor pulsed through the walls of the back room like a living thing. I had come to Club Eclipse alone because the apps felt empty and the usual bars were too loud for what I really wanted tonight. The flyer behind the bar had caught my eye: “Midnight Masked Play – Open Doors, No Names, Green Dot = Yes to Everything Except Pain.” I bought the black half-mask, had them stamp my wrist with the green dot, and stepped through the heavy velvet curtain.The room was lit in deep red. Low couches lined the walls, padded benches stood in the center, a sling hung in one corner, and mirrors covered almost every surface so no matter where you looked, you saw bodies moving. About fifteen men were already inside, all masked, bodies ranging from lean and smooth to thick and hairy, ages probably between twenty-five and forty-five. No one spoke above a whisper. Hands brushed thighs, mouths found necks, cocks were already out or being stroked slowly.I stood against the wall for