All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: A Collection Of Erotic Stories : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I push him onto his back.He goes, surprised, and I swing my leg over his chest and sit up and look down at him and he looks up at me with those dark eyes and his cock is hard and thick against his stomach and I reach back and wrap my hand around it and stroke once and his hips lift off the bed."Lena...""Shh." I stroke again. "Let me."I swing off him and kneel between his thighs and he props himself on his elbows and watches me with his jaw tight and his chest heaving and I lower my head and lick a slow stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip and his whole body shudders."Fuck," he breathes.I do it again. And again. My tongue tracing every vein, slow and deliberate, learning him while he watches with his knuckles white against the sheets. Then I open my mouth and take the head of his cock in and suck and his elbows give out and he crashes back flat on the bed."Oh God." His hand finds my hair. Not pushing. Just holding. "Oh God, your mouth... your tongue... Gosh, Le

He fucks me slow at first.Devastatingly slow. Long deep strokes that drag every ridge of him across my walls and make my eyes roll back and my toes curl and I grab his shoulders and dig my nails in and he watches my face the whole time like he's been storing this image, this specific image, for two years and he intends to memorize every detail."You feel..." he starts."Don't talk," I breathe. "Just don't stop."He doesn't stop.His hands grip my hips and pull me onto every stroke and the marble counter is cold against my ass and his chest is warm against my front and he smells like sleep and something else, something that is just Marco, and I have wanted this exact thing for so long that the reality of it is almost too much to process.I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper and he groans quietly, so quietly, mindful, and his jaw is tight with the effort of staying controlled and quiet and I love that, love that I'm making him work for it."Harder," I breathe against his

Arc 10: GridlockAarav's POV Forty-five minutes in gridlock and Priya has been squirming in the passenger seat for thirty of them.I notice everything. The way she keeps shifting her weight. The way her thighs press together and release. The way she stopped pretending to look at her phone twenty minutes ago and started looking at my hands on the steering wheel instead.We had a fight this morning. A bad one. The kind with raised voices and slammed doors and things said that sit in the chest like splinters. We made up in the parking lot before we got in the car, the way we always do, fast and incomplete, tension still humming underneath the apology like a live wire.The traffic hasn't moved in eight minutes."Priya," I say."Mm." She's looking at my hands again."Stop looking at me like that.""Like what?" She turns to face me and her skirt has ridden up her thighs and she doesn't fix it."Like you want to start something in the middle of the M25."She unbuckles her seatbelt.I grab he

Arc 11: The Massage TableThe massage place is quiet.Soft lighting, warm oil smell, that specific silence that exists nowhere else except places designed specifically for bodies to be touched. I've been here three times before. Different therapist each time. Tonight the receptionist smiles and says Mikhail will be with me shortly and I nod and sit down and think nothing of it.Then Mikhail walks in.Six feet two of Eastern European absolutely nobody warned me about. Broad through the chest, forearms that belong on a sculpture, dark hair pushed back from a jaw that should be illegal in a professional setting. He smiles at me, professional and warm, and holds the door to the treatment room open and says: "Ms. Torres? I'm ready for you."I follow him in.The table is warmed. Low music. Dim light. He hands me the sheet and tells me to undress to my comfort level and leaves while I do it. I take everything off because I always take everything off, that's what the sheet is for, and I lie fa

Arc 11: The Massage TableI roll my hips and he grabs me so hard I'll have bruises.Good. I want the bruises. I want to sit down tomorrow and feel exactly where his hands were.The stool is the perfect height, my feet flat on either side of him, thighs spread wide, and I ride him slow and deep, every downstroke taking him completely, every upstroke dragging him through every place inside me that matters. His cock reaches deep in this position, deeper than the table would have allowed, and every time I sink down his jaw tightens and his hips push up to meet me."You feel incredible," he grits out. "Katya, your pussy feels so...""Tell me," I breathe, riding him. "Tell me how it feels.""Tight," he says roughly. "So tight and so wet and so warm and so delicious, you're gripping me so hard...""Because you feel that good," I gasp. "Because your cock is..." I sink down hard and we both make sounds. "You fill me so perfectly..." He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto him hard and I cry ou