All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Arc 16: The Hotel BarThe drink arrives without warning.Whiskey sour. My exact order. Which means he either asked the bartender or he was paying attention when I ordered twenty minutes ago and both options are doing something to my pulse that the whiskey hasn't even started yet.I look up.He's at the bar. Three stools down. Suit jacket off, tie loosened, the kind of effortless that takes very specific bone structure and a body that fills a shirt like that. He raises his own glass slightly when our eyes meet. Not smiling. Just watching. The way a man watches when he's already decided something and he's waiting to see if you've decided it too.I pick up the drink.I hold his gaze.I drink.His jaw shifts.I stand up, leave my table, walk past the bar without stopping and without looking at him and I feel his eyes on my back the entire way to the elevator and I press the button and wait and when the doors open, I step in and turn around and he's right there, jacket in hand, and he step

The gym is empty at six AM except for us.That's the whole reason I booked the six AM slot. Quiet. No audience. Just me and the weights and forty minutes of feeling like I'm doing something good for myself before the rest of the day swallows me whole.What I did not account for was Zev.Zev who is twenty-eight and built like a response to prayer and has been my personal trainer for six weeks and keeps his hands exactly where they're supposed to be and his eyes exactly where they're supposed to be and says things like "Good form" and "Engage your core" and "Three more, you've got this" in a voice that should require a permit to use in enclosed spaces.Six weeks of that voice and those hands and this morning something is different and I feel it the second I walk through the door.He's at the squat rack adjusting the bar and he looks up when I come in and his eyes do a thing they haven't done before. A thing that starts at my trainers and ends at my face and takes its time doing it and d

Arc 18: ClaimThe locker room is empty.Or I thought it was.I'm two seconds out of the shower, towel around my waist, water still dripping off my jaw, when the door swings open and Ren walks in and stops when he sees me and the air in the room does something immediate and specific and neither of us pretends it doesn't.We've been doing this for three months.Training together, eating together, driving home from away games on the same bus with his shoulder pressed against mine for four hours at a time and neither of us saying a word about it. I've watched his hands wrap tape before every match for three months and gone home and done things I'm not going to detail and told myself it was just proximity. Just loneliness. Just the specific madness of being twenty-six and in peak physical condition around other men in peak physical condition and reading too much into it.Ren is twenty-seven. Half-Japanese, half-American, built like something that should have its own weather system. He has

Three minutes.He takes exactly three minutes and then his hands start moving on my back again and I lift my head from his shoulder and look at him and his eyes are dark and patient and done waiting.I slide off his lap.He comes down onto the floor with me and pushes me onto my back on the cool tile and kneels between my thighs and looks at me spread out beneath him and runs both palms up the insides of my thighs slowly, thumbs pressing into the skin there, spreading me wider, and I watch his face while he does it and the concentration there, the focus, the specific hunger that he's not bothering to hide anymore, makes my cock harden again before he's even touched me."You're already hard again," he says. Like he's noting something impressive."You're between my thighs," I reply. "What did you expect?"He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes once and I exhale sharp through my nose."I want my mouth on you," he says."Then put it there," I reply immediately.He lowers his head.H

I drop her on the bed and she bounces and grins and the robe falls completely off her shoulders and she kicks it away and lies back bare and completely unashamed and looks at me with those green eyes and says..."Take those off."I pull my sweatpants down and her eyes drop and stay and her bottom lip goes between her teeth and she stares for long enough that I raise an eyebrow."Camille.""Give me a second," she says. "I'm appreciating.""Appreciate faster."She reaches out and wraps both hands around my cock and I stop being funny immediately. Her grip is warm and firm and she strokes with both hands, base to tip, twisting slightly, and watches my face while she does it with an expression that is deeply satisfied with what she finds there."You're so thick," she breathes. Stroking again. "God, Roman, you're so...""Keep doing that," I grit out, "and this ends before it starts."She releases me.Lies back.Spreads her arms wide with a look that says well then do something about it and