Semua Bab Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I locked the bathroom stall door and hiked up my skirt with shaking hands.This was the third time today. Third time I'd abandoned my study materials, walked down two flights of stairs to the third-floor bathrooms, and locked myself in here to touch my aching pussy because I couldn't fucking concentrate.And it was all Ethan Cross's fault.I could see him through the gap in the stall door—well, not him exactly, but I could picture him perfectly. Sitting at his usual table on the fourth floor, dark hair falling into his eyes as he bent over his laptop, probably annotating some dense political theory text with that intense focus that made my thighs clench.Eighteen months. Eighteen fucking months I'd been watching him. Wanting him. Going home and fucking myself with my fingers and toys, imagining it was his cock splitting me open.We were in the same doctoral cohort. Same advisor. Same tight-knit group of grad students who knew everything about each other's lives. Dating within the coho

He started moving his fingers again, fucking me slowly while his thumb circled my clit with perfect pressure."I want you to come like this," he said. "Sitting in my lap, quiet as a mouse, while the library closes around us. Can you do that?"I nodded, not trusting my voice.He worked me expertly, his fingers curling to hit my G-spot with every thrust, his thumb maintaining steady pressure on my clit. I was already so wound up from hours of edging that the orgasm built embarrassingly fast."That's it," he encouraged quietly. "I can feel you getting close. Your pussy is clenching around my fingers. Come for me, Emma. Show me how desperate you've been."I came with a strangled gasp, my hand clamped over my mouth, my body shaking in his lap. He worked me through it, his fingers never stopping until I was trembling and oversensitive."Beautiful," he murmured. "Now we're going to see how well you can multitask."He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. "Taste yourself. Suck

I'd been staring at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes, and I hadn't processed a single number.Not because the quarterly projections were complicated. I'd been analyzing my father's company financials since I graduated with my MBA three years ago. No, the problem was sitting across the conference table, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his reading glasses perched on his nose as he reviewed contracts.Michael fucking Barrett. My father's business partner for the past fifteen years. The man I'd had an embarrassing crush on since I was nineteen and home from college for Christmas break.The man who was twenty years older than me, off-limits in every possible way, and currently making me so wet I was worried it would soak through my skirt onto the leather chair.You're pathetic, Natalie. Sitting here getting wet over Dad's business partner like some desperate slut.But I was desperate. Had been for months. Ever since I'd joined the company after business school and started worki

He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand played with the other. I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders."Michael, please—""Please what?" He switched to my other nipple, biting down gently. "What do you need, Natalie?""Your cock. I need your cock inside me. I've waited six years for this—""And you can wait a few more minutes." He released my nipple and straightened. "Strip. Completely. I want you naked on this table."I slid off the table and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall. Now I was completely naked except for my heels."The heels stay on," he said. "Now get back on the table. On your back. Legs spread."I climbed back onto the table and lay back, spreading my legs wide. The position left me completely exposed, completely vulnerable.Michael stood at the edge of the table, fully dressed, looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes."Do you know how many times I've imagined you like this?" he asked, his voice rough. "Spread out on t

I'd been folding David's shirts for ten minutes, and I was already wet.This was becoming a problem.Actually, it had been a problem for eight months. Since the day I'd walked into this house and met David Harrison—thirty-eight years old, recently divorced, with sad eyes that made me want to fix everything for him.The fact that I couldn't have him made it worse.I was twenty-six. He was my employer. There were approximately seventeen different reasons why this was a terrible idea, and yet here I was, in his bedroom, folding his clothes and imagining what it would feel like to be bent over his bed while he fucked me.God, you're such a slut, Elena. He probably sees you as a kid. He definitely sees you as an employee. Nothing more.But I'd caught him looking at me. Quick glances that lingered a second too long. His eyes dropping to my legs when I crossed them during dinner. The way his jaw would tighten when I was close to him.Maybe I wasn't the only one having inappropriate thoughts.