All Chapters of Irresistible Sins (An erotica collection): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The bed dipped and creaked under our shifting weight, the old wooden frame groaning like it hadn’t seen this much action in decades. I lay on my back with Nova half-draped over me, her skin warm and slightly damp from the heat building between us. Her fingers were still buried inside me, two thick digits curling in a lazy rhythm that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me tip over. Every slow thrust made my hips twitch up to meet her, chasing that spark that shot straight up my spine.“Easy,” Nova murmured against my collarbone, her breath hot and teasing. She nipped the skin there, then licked over the spot. “You’re clenching so tight around me already. Greedy tonight, aren’t you?” Her voice stayed light, almost singsong, but there was a wicked edge underneath, the same tone she used when she dragged us out for midnight hikes or convinced us to skinny-dip in freezing lakes. She loved pushing limits, but she did it with a smile that made you want to follow her anywhere

The air in the bedroom had grown thick and heavy, carrying the mingled scents of sweat, sex, and the faint pine that drifted in whenever the wind rattled the window. We’d shifted again, bodies rearranging in the big bed. I ended up on my side facing Sage, our legs tangled, while Nova sprawled across the foot of the bed like she owned every inch of it. Jules sat propped against the headboard, one knee drawn up, watching the three of us with that steady, unhurried gaze that made her seem older than the rest of us somehow. Sage’s fingers traced slow, feather-light lines down my arm, following the curve of muscle and bone as if she were committing it to memory. Her touch was always like that, deliberate, almost reverent. “Your skin feels different after you come,” she whispered, voice soft and wondering, the way she spoke when she was lost in a new sketch. “Warmer. A little electric. Like the air right before a storm.” I smiled and caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “You no

The wrestling room smelled like rubber mats, sweat, and that sharp antiseptic cleaner they used after hours. The overhead lights were dimmed to half, casting long shadows across the blue mats. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Only two people remained. Kai Rivera stood near the edge of the mat, chest still heaving, a thin sheen of sweat making the black ink on his ribs glisten. The tattoo, a simple geometric pattern that wrapped around his lower ribs, shifted with every breath. At 22, he was the undisputed captain of the team, the one coaches pointed to when they wanted discipline. Calm. Methodical. Unshakable. Until Marcus Hale showed up. Marc leaned against the wall opposite him, wiping his face with the hem of his compression shirt. His dark curls were damp, sticking to his forehead. Even exhausted, that cocky smirk tugged at his lips, the same smirk that had been pissing Kai off for two straight seasons. “Not bad for an old man,” Marc said, voice rough from exertion.

Kai stood over Marc like he owned the entire fucking room. The resistance bands kept Marc’s wrists bound and pulled forward, forcing his muscular chest out and his thick cock to jut obscenely into the open air. Precum dripped steadily from the flushed head, landing in small wet spots on the blue mat. Marc’s breathing was loud and ragged, his powerful thighs trembling from the strain of holding position. Kai slowly stroked his own cock, long, thick, and curving slightly upward, letting Marc watch every deliberate movement. “Look at you,” he said, voice low and steady, dripping with quiet command. “Big, loud Marcus Hale. The guy who trash-talks me every practice. Now you’re on your knees, dripping like a desperate slut, begging with your eyes because your mouth finally learned some manners.” Marc’s cock jerked hard at the words. A broken sound escaped his throat before he could stop it. The humiliation burned, but it only made him harder. “Sir… please…” Kai stepped closer, close enou

Marc lay slumped against Kai’s chest, his powerful body still trembling with aftershocks. Cum leaked slowly from his stretched hole, mixing with sweat on the mat beneath them. Kai held him close, one arm wrapped securely around Marc’s waist while his other hand stroked slow, soothing circles up and down his back. “You still with me?” Kai asked quietly, voice softer than it had been all night. He pressed a gentle kiss to Marc’s temple. Marc let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sigh. “Yeah… barely. My ass feels like it got run over by a truck.” He shifted slightly and winced. “A really good truck.” Kai chuckled low, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Good. Means I did my job.” He reached for the towel again and carefully wiped Marc down, first his chest and stomach, then between his legs with surprising tenderness. When he gently cleaned the mess from Marc’s hole, Marc hissed but didn’t pull away. “Easy,” Kai murmured. “Let me take care of you.” Marc stayed silen