All Chapters of Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The next few weeks mixed together in the best way. We fell into a rhythm; sleepovers at each other’s places, late-night texts that turned filthy, quickies when we could steal the time. Riley’s work trip to Portland got delayed, which meant more nights together. My place, her place, one very memorable weekend at a cabin she found on Airbnb up near Snoqualmie. That cabin was where things got even more intense. We drove up Friday after work. The place was small, woodsy, with a huge bed and a hot tub on the deck. We barely unpacked before we were on each other. Riley pushed me onto the bed the second the door closed, yanked my jeans down, and sucked me deep while I was still wearing my coat. I came down her throat in record time. Then I returned the favor, eating her out on the edge of the bed until she soaked my face. The hot tub was next. Naked under the stars, cold air on our skin, warm water bubbling. She straddled me right there, sinking down onto my cock with a long moan. We

The bass from the club downstairs thumped through the hotel walls like a second heartbeat, low and insistent. Sophia leaned against the balcony railing of the rooftop bar, nursing what was left of her gin and tonic. The ice had melted ages ago, watering it down to something she barely tasted. Three days into this work trip and she was already sick of the fake smiles, the endless networking, the way every conversation circled back to quarterly targets. She’d slipped away from the company happy hour an hour ago, telling herself she just needed air. Truth was, she needed to not be *on* for a while. The city stretched out below her—Chicago at midnight, all glittering lights and distant sirens. Wind tugged at the hem of her black dress, the one she’d bought on a whim last month because it made her legs look endless and her ass even better. “Rough night?” The voice came from behind her, deep and a little rough around the edges. She turned, expecting another suit from the conference.

**Chapter 1 Ethan tossed his duffel bag onto the worn leather couch and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The drive from campus had been brutal—traffic, heat, and that old AC in his Civic finally giving up halfway. Now here he was, standing in his Aunt Priya’s living room like he’d stepped back in time. Same cream walls, same faint smell of jasmine incense and something spicy cooking in the kitchen. Same heavy curtains blocking out the afternoon sun. “Ethan, beta! You’re finally here!” Her voice hit him before he saw her. Warm, a little husky, the kind that always made him sit up straighter as a kid. Priya walked in from the hallway wiping her hands on a dish towel, wearing a simple maroon tank top and loose black shorts that stopped high on her thighs. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck from the kitchen steam. At forty-two she still looked like she could turn heads without trying—full breasts straining against the thin fabric, wide

Ethan woke up to the sound of the shower running. Sunlight cut through the blinds in sharp lines across the bed. For a second he wondered if last night had been a fever dream--Priya on the couch, legs spread, moaning his name while he tongue-fucked her. But then he felt the dried cum on his stomach and knew it was real. He got up, pulled on his shorts, and walked down the hall. The bathroom door was open a crack. Steam rolled out. He pushed it open quietly. Priya stood under the spray, back to him, water streaming over her shoulders and down the curve of her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled slowly. “Morning. You just going to stand there staring, or come join me?” He stepped inside, already hard again. The second the water hit his skin she was on him, kissing him deep, her soapy tits sliding against his chest. Her hand wrapped around his cock immediately, stroking with purpose. “Couldn’t stop thinking about this,” she murmured against his mouth. “How good you

The weekend brought rain, heavy sheets that kept them trapped inside. Priya didn’t seem to mind. She woke Ethan up with her mouth around his cock, sucking him slow and wet until he was fully hard. Then she straddled him and sank down, riding him lazily while the rain pounded against the windows. “Morning sex is my new favorite thing,” she murmured, rolling her hips in deep circles. Her tits swayed above him. He reached up and squeezed them, pinching her nipples the way she liked. They came together like that, quiet and close, then stayed in bed for another hour just touching and talking. Priya traced the lines of his abs with her finger. “I keep waiting for the guilt to hit me. It hasn’t yet.” “Same,” Ethan admitted. “Feels too good to feel bad about.” By afternoon the rain eased into a drizzle. Priya suggested they watch a movie in the living room, but neither of them paid much attention. She ended up on her back with his head between her thighs again, legs over his shoulde