Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
Too exposed.
“Slower,” Inker murmurs, her gaze locked on my hands. “Pretend you’re touching someone you really want.”
Stan laughs low under his breath, shifting where he sits like the sight is getting to him too. The silence stretches heavily until he leans forward and grabs the bottle, flicking it across the floor.
It spins until the neck points at Inker.
Her lips curl into a wicked smile. “What’s it gonna be, Staniebaby.”
Stan hesitates, biting his lip, clearly unsure what to dare. She leans forward, a wicked glint in her eye. “Eat me out and make me come,” she says, low and commanding.