All Chapters of Whispers After Dark: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

My lips curved into a slow, hungry smile the moment our eyes locked across the dance floor. He winked, then dragged his tongue across his lower lip like he already knew how this night would end. He was about 6’2 tall, and his dark skin gleamed under the colorful lights. Shoulders and chest carved from endless gym hours, his black shirt clinging just tight enough to show every ridge of muscle. And that unmistakable bulge straining the front of his jeans. Thick. Obvious. Unapologetic. My cunt clenched hard, a sudden, greedy throb that made my thighs press together. Heat flooded low in my belly. I rolled my hips faster, matching the filthy bassline that vibrated straight through my clit. The floor had thinned out, most people were drunk, slumped in booths, or openly making out in dark corners. Fine by me. What’s a club without a free show? He cut straight through the crowd like it parted for him, and came behind me, his hard chest to my back. His breath scorched my neck as his te

We didn’t bother drying off completely, Zander’s laid me down gently on the bed, then dropped the towels to the carpet in wet heaps. The city lights outside painted stripes of gold and blue across the sheets. He hovered over me, braced on his forearms, his cock already thick and heavy again between us. Water droplets still clung to his skin, tracing slow paths down his chest, his abs, and disappearing into the dark trail of neatly trimmed hair leading to his shaft. I reached for him, wrapped my fingers around the base of his hardening cock. I stroked once, slow, feeling him twitch in my grip. “You’re insatiable,” I whispered, smiling up at him. He leaned down, and captured my lips in a slow sensual kiss, his tongue sliding against mine like he was memorizing the taste. “Only for you tonight.” He trailed kisses down my throat, between my breasts, and over my stomach. When he reached my hips he spread my thighs wide, settling between them on his stomach. This time he didn’t teas

I carried her down the hallway to my bedroom. The city lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. My cock throbbed painfully against the confines of my game pants, the thick length already leaking pre-cum just from eating her out in the foyer like a starving man. She looked wrecked already. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, thighs still trembling from the orgasm I’d pulled from her with my mouth. That tight black dress was bunched around her waist, her perfect tits rising and falling with every quick breath. No bra. Just those soft, full curves begging for my hands and mouth. I kicked the door shut behind us, dropped her carefully on the floor, and spun her to face me. “Take the dress off, baby. Slowly. Let me see every inch I’ve been fantasizing about for years.” Her hands shook slightly as she reached for the hem, but her eyes stayed locked on mine. She peeled the fabric up and over her head, letting it drop

Callum’s POV I kissed her slow and deep, savoring the way she melted into it. Then I pulled out carefully, both of us hissing at the sensitivity. A thick trail of my cum followed, painting her swollen folds. “Stay right there, baby,” I murmured, standing up. I walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the Boston skyline. The city lights twinkled far below, the arena still glowing in the distance where we’d won the championship hours ago. No one could see in, because the window was tonted, but the idea of fucking her right there, exposed to the night, made my spent cock twitch back to life. “Come here, Riley.” She sat up slowly, legs shaky, then padded over to me. I turned her so her front faced the window, her bare breasts and hard nipples pressing against the cool glass. She gasped at the temperature. “Hands on the glass sweetheart,” I ordered softly, stepping behind her. “Arch your back for me. Let me see that perfect ass.” She obeyed beautifully, palms flat

I pushed the front door of our apartment shut behind me with a soft click. All I wanted to do was collapse into my bed. But the second I kicked off my sneakers and padded forward in my socks, I heard a low, throaty moan. My pulse jumped. Rina? She wasn’t the type to watch loud TV or talk on the phone this late. I froze, one hand still on the strap of my messenger bag. Another moan drifted out, louder this time, and breathy too. “Mmm… fuck…” Heat rushed straight between my legs before I could even think. I knew I should turn around, go straight to my room, pretend I hadn’t heard a thing. Roommates don’t spy on each other. But my feet moved anyway, quiet as a ghost, until I was right outside her door. The gap was just wide enough. Rina lay sprawled across her queen bed, completely naked, the sheets kicked down in a tangled heap at the foot of the mattress. Her auburn hair fanned out across the pillow. She had one knee bent, the other leg splayed wide, and her right hand was buried be