All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: A Collection Of Erotic Stories : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

His tongue parts me and pushes deep and I arch so hard my shoulders lift off the desk.He eats like a man who has been thinking about exactly this for months and has a very specific idea of how it goes. No fumbling. No guessing. He finds my clit immediately and circles it in slow deliberate strokes that make my thighs shake on either side of his head and my hands scramble for something to grip and find nothing except the edges of his desk."Declan," I gasp. "Your mouth, oh gosh, your tongue..."He hums against me and the vibration goes through my whole body like a current. His hands press flat on my inner thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open and still while his tongue works me in patterns that keep shifting, slow then fast then slow, circling then flicking then sealing his lips and sucking until I'm crying out and my hips are fighting against his hands trying to grind against his face."Please," I sob. "Please, I need to cum, I'm so close..."He pulls back.Just slightly. Just

Arc 13: Soaking WetIt's raining so hard the city looks like it's dissolving.I've been standing outside this bar for eleven minutes waiting for my ride and my dress is ruined and my heels are destroyed and my ex just walked out of that bar with his new girlfriend on his arm and smiled at me and I smiled back and died slightly on the inside.The black car pulls up.I get in.He looks at me in the rearview mirror and something in his expression shifts. Not unprofessional. Just present. Just noticing."Rough night?" he asks.His voice does something to the back of my neck. Low and warm and slightly rough around the edges, like it's been lived in. He's maybe thirty-two. Dark hair damp at the temples from the rain. Jaw like a decision. Eyes in that mirror that are brown and direct and currently doing a quiet assessment of my soaked, mascara-smudged, slightly heartbroken situation."That obvious?" I ask."You're soaked through," he says. "And you've been standing in the rain when there was

Arc 13: Soaking WetHis apartment is three streets away.Small and warm and lived-in... books stacked on shelves, a record player in the corner, and he brings me a towel and a shirt without being asked and points me toward the bathroom."Take your time," he says.I go and I stand under his hot shower and wash the rain and the bar and the ex's smile off my skin and feel like a person again.I come out in his shirt.It hits mid-thigh. Nothing underneath.He's in the kitchen making tea in just joggers hanging low on his hips and bare feet and he looks up when I come in and his eyes travel down the shirt and come back up and he sets the kettle down and says nothing and crosses the kitchen and cups my face in both hands and kisses me slow and warm.No urgency this time.Just certainty."Tea," I say against his mouth."In a minute," he replies.He walks me backward through the apartment and into his bedroom and it's dark except for the streetlight coming through the curtains and he lays me

Joel is built like something designed specifically to ruin women's composure.He's the quietest of the three and somehow that makes him the most dangerous. He undresses efficiently and completely and stands there and lets me look and I look at all three of them, Dante still on his knees, Marcus behind me, Joel standing in the middle of the room, and something wild and electric moves through me.Three men. All mine. All tonight."Come here," I say to Joel.He comes.He sits on the coffee table in front of me and I lean forward off the couch and wrap my hand around his cock and he sucks in a slow breath through his nose. He's thick and heavy and already fully hard and I stroke him a few times and his jaw tightens."Good girl," he says quietly.I take him in my mouth.He exhales long and slow and his hand slides into my hair and holds, not pushing, just present, and I work him deep and thorough while behind me Marcus positions himself between my thighs and pushes inside me in one long st

Arc 15: CaughtI thought he was out.His keys weren't on the hook. His shoes weren't at the door. His jacket wasn't on the chair. Every single signal said Kade is not home and so I spread out on my bed at seven PM on a Saturday with my vibrator and my headphones and my very specific imagination and I took my time.The vibrator is rose gold and whisper quiet and I've had it for eight months and I know exactly what it does and how and in what order and I was twenty minutes in, headphones in, eyes closed, hips rolling slowly against it, my other hand working my nipple under my shirt, completely and utterly gone in my own world when I felt it.That prickling thing.The feeling of being watched.I open my eyes.Kade is in the doorway.Not moving. Not speaking. His keys are in his hand, clearly just got home, jacket still on, and he's looking at me the way you look at something that stops you mid-step and rewires something fundamental in your brain.I should pull the vibrator away.I should