Blue X Lust Novels & Stories

I hung up again. Me: I’m in a taxi!! Don’t want everyone to hear my business. Bestie: Why Clandor?? Huh? Was that a typo? Did she mean ‘what Clandor’? As I stared in confusion a follow-up message popped in. Bestie: Kylie, that guy is a hoe.

she said, voice trembling despite her attempt at control. Lucian’s smirk softened into something more genuine, almost unreadable. “Space is a luxury in our world, Sienna,” he murmured. “And yet, you make it hard for me to enforce it.” Sienna exhaled sharply, the tension coiling in her chest making her feel simultaneously alive and terrified. She walked away, each step deliberate, her mind spinning with the reality of him—the danger, the allure, the undeniable attraction.

“Ride me, fuck, ride me until I can’t breathe. She arched back, her breasts bouncing as she rode me. My eyes locked onto them, mesmerized by the way her nipples peaked, begging to be touched. I gave in, cupping both handfuls, pinching and squeezing, watching her cry out and grind harder on my cock. Her moans filled the room and I couldn’t stop bucking up into her, fucking her from below. Every thrust drove her tighter around me, wetter, messier, my balls slapping against her ass. “Fuck I’m gonna cum on your cock, Enzo,” she gasped, her walls clenching violently around me. “Do it,” I growled, slamming her down and bottoming out so deep she sobbed. “Cum on me fuck, make a mess, Soph.”

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

I knew I’d crossed the line already, and there was no going back. For a second, I hated the alcohol for making everything blur just enough to excuse what I knew was wrong. “Dominic,” she breathed, and the way she said my name —God. Do I even have the ability to restrain myself right now? Maybe because Leara always had appointments whenever we were supposed to meet, I was damn starved without realizing it. I ran my hand down her side slowly, my touch more deliberate this time. Her breath hitched, her body arching slightly. I could feel her trembling, trying to stay still but failing miserably.

This was the spark he needed to ignite his plan and deepen his seduction, turning desire into a weapon. Trina straightened up, brushing her hair back with a light, teasing laugh. “Oh, look at that! I’ve made quite a mess, haven’t I?” she said, her voice playful as she reached for a cloth to wipe her hands. Nickey held the memo tightly, pretending casual composure while his thoughts churned. “It happens. Need a hand with this?” he asked, his eyes tracing her every move, noting every curve and gesture.

It’s her again. You would think seeing her last night, and again this morning would deter me from staring at her so much. Especially since she was in less clothes than she has on now. I look over at her, my hands making her fresh, drip coffee, she’s in a blue blouse that stretches over breasts–– I know how they look underneath the clothes, yet something about her in these clothes make me twitch. “Shit!”

Brody wouldn’t shut up about his auction date, and Thomas was still recovering from being aggressively flirted with by a guy in leather chaps named Spike. Blue laughed all the way back to the hotel, her body tucked under my arm like it belonged there. When we got to our room, she kissed me slow and deep, pulling me into bed before I could even shrug off my shirt. The rest of the night unraveled in heat and whispers and her saying my name like it meant something. The next morning, we grabbed iced coffees and loaded up the van. Blue had a plan—something about a lake just outside Phoenix that was “a vibe.” Tyler barked once in approval like it was already on the itinerary.

Amar was standing in front of me as his Amarok, his eye completely focused on the dragon. And there I stood, still in my human form, Lupa not even attempting to take over. "Hey, Goldilocks? I'd seriously prefer not to become a barbeBlue today!" Blue said as he hovered about 2 feet off the ground, ready to move as quickly as needed. I smiled at Blue. "Sorry, but it's about to get worse." Blue's face sank as he looked at me, his eyes pleading with me not to keep poking the deity. I turned to look at the dragon in his fire-aqua eyes. "I know the truth."