All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter 71: He Calls Me Miss Parker In Class And Baby In Private

Arc 25: The Professor's OfficeHis name is Professor Crane.First name Daniel. Forty-four years old. Reads Neruda aloud in afternoon lectures in a voice that does things to the inside of my chest that have absolutely nothing to do with poetry appreciation and everything to do with the fact that I am twenty-six years old and doing my Masters degree and sitting in the third row every Tuesday and Thursday specifically because the third row is where the light from the tall windows hits his face in a way that makes it difficult to concentrate on anything he's saying.I'm not proud of this.I'm also not sorry.He knows my name. That's the thing. Out of thirty-two students he knows my name, uses it when I contribute in seminars, reads my essays with a specific attention that he doesn't apply to everyone else's work, and last Thursday he kept me after class to discuss my thesis proposal and the meeting ran forty-five minutes past when it should have ended and neither of us mentioned that.Ton

Chapter 72: He Bends Me Over His Desk And I Finally Understand Why

He kisses me like he grades my essays.Thoroughly. With complete attention to everything I'm doing and immediate precise response to every reaction. His mouth moves over mine and his hands learn me through my clothes and I am immediately, catastrophically certain that eleven weeks of sitting in that room watching this man talk about literature has been the longest foreplay of my academic career.His hands find the hem of my shirt and slide underneath and his palms are warm against my stomach and I inhale sharply against his mouth and his hands still."Okay?" "If you stop," I say, "I will fail this thesis on purpose just to get another supervision meeting."He laughs. Low and warm and genuine and right against my mouth and I feel it in my chest and between my thighs simultaneously."You're not failing anything," he says. And pulls my shirt over my head.He looks at me in his lamplit office in my bra and my skirt and his eyes move over me with the same focused attention he gives everyt

Chapter 73: He Takes Me Home And Takes Me Apart

His apartment is a twenty minute walk from campus.We don't talk much on the way. My hand is in his and the night air is cold and his shoulder is warm against mine and we walk through the lit streets and I think about eleven weeks and Neruda and the third row seat and how something that felt impossible at eight this morning feels completely inevitable past nine thirty tonight.He opens his door and stands back and I walk in.Books everywhere. The specific comfortable clutter of a man who lives alone and reads constantly and has made peace with that. A kitchen that smells faintly of coffee. A lamp already on in the living room throwing warm gold across everything.I turn around.He's looking at me."Hi," I say."Hi," he says. Like we're meeting properly for the first time. Maybe we are.He crosses the room and takes my face in both hands and kisses me differently from the office. Slower. More certain. Like he has time now and intends to use all of it."Bedroom," I say against his mouth

Chapter 74: The Power Goes Out, We're Stuck In This Elevator

Arc 26: The BlackoutThe elevator stops between floors seven and eight and the lights go out and for three full seconds neither of us says anything.Then the emergency light flickers on, dim and amber, and I look at the man standing four feet from me in this suddenly very small metal box and he looks at me and the specific quality of the silence between us changes into something I feel in my lower stomach.His name is Marcus.I know this because we've been in the same building for eight months and we've shared this elevator approximately thirty times and he introduced himself on week two and I told him my name is Solène and he said it back with the correct French pronunciation without being asked and I have thought about that more than once since.He's maybe thirty-five. Mixed race, brown-skinned, broad through the chest, the kind of face that looks good in bad lighting which is relevant information right now given that we are in very bad lighting. He works somewhere that requires him

Chapter 75: He Finger Fucks Me In The Dark And Then Gets On His Knees

His fingers work me deep and slow and I am pinned between him and the elevator wall with my dress around my waist and my legs around him and the amber emergency light turning everything gold and I feel every sensation doubled by the specific wrongness and rightness of where we are."You're so wet," he says against my throat. His fingers push deeper and curl and I clench around them immediately. "So unbelievably wet.""I told you," I gasp. "It's been eight months.""Eight months hungry for this," he says. His thumb finds my clit and circles and my hips snap forward. "Every time I got in this elevator.""Every time you stood close enough that I could smell you," I breathe. "Which was every time.""You noticed how I smell?" he asks, as his thumb moves faster."I noticed everything," I gasp. "The suits. The way you hold the door. The... oh God... the way you said my name the first time with the right... uh... right pronunciation...""Solène," he says against my ear. Exactly right, exactly

Chapter 76: He Fucks Me Against The Elevator Wall And The Power Comes Back On

He lifts me again.My legs find his waist and my back finds the wall and he reaches between us and positions himself and looks at me in the amber light and his eyes are dark and warm and certain and nothing like the composed man in the good suit who holds elevator doors.This is what's underneath that.This is what I've been looking back once at for eight months."Solène," he says. My name right. Always right."Yes," I reply. Before he asks anything. Just yes. To everything. To all of it.He pushes inside me slowly.The sound I make is not something I plan. It comes from somewhere deep and specific and completely honest and he stills immediately, buried halfway, and looks at my face."Okay?" he breathes."More," I breathe back. "Give me all of it."He gives me all of it.Sinks the rest of the way in and holds there and we both just breathe in the amber light of the stuck elevator and I feel him everywhere, thick and deep and filling me completely, and his hands grip my thighs and his

Chapter 77: His Apartment, His Bed, His Mouth Everywhere

His apartment smells like him.Of course it does. It's his space, his specific warm presence distributed through every room, books on every surface and a record player in the corner and a kitchen that is clearly used by someone who actually cooks, and I stand in the middle of it in my thoroughly rumpled dress and look around and feel completely at home in a way that should be strange and isn't.He sets the Thai food on the counter.Then he turns around and looks at me."Hi," I say."Welcome," he says, sounding different from the elevator. This one is softer. More real. The one that comes after everything is said and done and you're both still here."Marcus." "Mm?" "I want a shower," I say. "And then I want you in a bed."He crosses the kitchen and takes my hand and walks me down the hall and shows me the bathroom and finds me a towel and I look at him."Come with me," "The shower?" he asks. "The shower," I confirm.He pulls his t-shirt over his head.I look at him properly for the

Chapter 78: She Sits On The Kitchen Counter With Nothing Underneath Her Dress

Arc 27: Wreck MeI walk into the kitchen and she's already on the counter.Dress hiked to her waist. Nothing underneath. Thighs spread just enough. One hand braced behind her, one trailing slow down her own stomach toward the place she knows I've been thinking about since I woke up this morning with her ass pressed against me and did nothing about it because I was trying to be patient.Patience is finished."Took you long enough," she says.I cross the kitchen and grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the counter and look at her open and pink and already glistening and my mouth waters immediately."How long have you been sitting there?" I ask. "Long enough to start without you," she says.I look at her fingers. Wet.I grab her wrist and pull her hand to my mouth and suck two fingers clean and watch her face go from smug to wrecked in the time it takes me to run my tongue between them and I feel powerful in a way that goes straight to my cock."You taste incredible," I say again

Chapter 79: She Takes My Cock Down Her Throat And Then Asks For More

She works me with her mouth like she's been thinking about exactly this.Both hands gripping my thighs, tongue flat against the underside of my cock as she sinks down, taking me deeper than I expect, her throat opening around me, and the specific wet heat of her and the way she moans around me like she's enjoying this as much as I am makes my grip in her hair tighten."Look at me," I say.She looks up at me.My cock on her tongue, her eyes wet at the corners from taking me deep, her lips stretched around me, and she looks straight into my eyes and sinks down further and I feel the back of her throat and every muscle in my body goes rigid."Fuck," I breathe. "How the hell are you..."She pulls back slow and drags her tongue up the underside and licks the tip and looks up at me."Fuck my mouth," she says. "I want to feel you use it."I grab her hair with both hands.She opens wide.I push in slow at first, watching her take it, watching her throat work and her eyes water and her hands g

Chapter 80: The Bedroom, The Mirror, The Headboard, And Every Single Way She Knows How

Arc 27: Wreck MeShe pushes me onto the bed.I land on my back and she stands at the foot of it and pulls her dress over her head and drops it and she's completely bare now and she stands there and looks at me looking at her and she is devastatingly gorgeous.Soft and curved and flushed from everything in the kitchen and she looks at me with those eyes that know exactly what they do to me and she reaches up and pulls her hair loose and shakes it out and I reach for her."Hands down," she says.I put my hands down.She climbs over me and straddles my waist and sits and the heat of her against my stomach is immediate and scorching and I am already hard again and she feels it and rolls her hips deliberately and watches my jaw go tight."Look at you," she says. Soft and wicked. "Already?" "Stop teasing me, Nadia." "Mm." She rolls her hips again."If you keep doing that..." "What?" She does it again. Slow. Deliberate. Her wet pussy sliding against my stomach. "This?"I grab her hips.Sh

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