All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Arc 28: Deep EndThe pool is private.Heated. Lit from below, that specific blue-green glow that turns everything underwater into something else entirely. It's midnight and the resort is quiet and I've been in this water for twenty minutes doing things that have nothing to do with swimming.My bikini bottom is pushed to the side.My fingers are working slow circles on my clit and my head is tipped back against the pool edge and my lips are parted and I am completely, selfishly absorbed in my own pleasure in a pool I thought was empty.I thought wrong."Don't stop on my account."My eyes fly open.He's at the pool steps, shin deep in water, looking at me with dark eyes and an expression that has assessed the situation completely and arrived at a very specific conclusion. Tall. Broad. Olive-skinned with wet hair like he came from somewhere else just as indulgent. He's in swim shorts and nothing else and he is looking at me the way men look at something they've already decided to have.I

The chaise longue first.He sits on it and pulls me onto his lap facing away from him. I reach between us and take him in my hand and position myself and sink down and reverse cowgirl in a five star suite at one in the morning with a man whose last name I still don't know is the most alive I have felt in a year.I roll my hips forward and back while he grips my waist and his mouth finds the back of my neck and bites and I shiver and roll harder. I reach back and grab his thigh for leverage and ride him properly, deep grinding strokes that pull sounds from both of us and make the chaise shift on the marble floor."Look at the window," he says against my ear.I look.The window is floor to ceiling and dark outside and our reflection looks back at me, pale and explicit, me riding him, his hands on my waist, both of us watching ourselves and watching each other watch."Oh God," I breathe."Watch yourself," he says. "Watch what you look like when you take my cock. Watch what you look like

Arc 29: HisThe shirt falls open and he looks at me.All of me. Bare skin against the soft grey fabric still hanging off my shoulders, and his eyes move down slow and his jaw tightens and his hand, the one covering mine, slides up my arm to my shoulder and pushes the shirt off completely.It falls to the floor.I'm bare in his office at one in the morning and he's looking at me like he's been holding something back for years and the wall just came down completely."Aisha," he says. His voice has dropped into something I've never heard from him. Low and rough and nothing like the polite holiday small talk man I've known for four years."Touch me," I say. "Marcus, please."His hands find my waist.Warm and large and certain, and he pulls me against him and his mouth comes down on mine and I grab his shoulders and kiss him back hard, three days of wanting collapsing into one kiss, deep and desperate and completely unguarded.His hands slide up my back, my sides, find my breasts and cup t

Arc 30: Behind The DoorHis door is open just a crack.Not all the way, just enough that the lamp light spills into the hallway in a thin gold line and I almost keep walking, almost go straight to the bathroom the way I intended, except I hear my name.I stop.Then I press myself against the wall outside his door and listen and my heart does something violent in my chest."Yara." Low. Rough. Said like it costs him something to say it. "Fuck, Yara."Wait, is he...?I should leave.Gosh, I should walk away right now and pretend I heard absolutely nothing and go to bed and never think about this again.I lean forward instead and look through the gap in the door.Theo is on his bed. Shirtless. Sweatpants pushed down just enough. His hand wrapped around himself, moving slow and then faster, his head tipped back against the headboard, his jaw tight, and on the screen of his phone propped against his pillow is a photo.Of me.From last summer. The one in the green bikini at the lake that my

He fills me completely and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out, the stretch and the fullness and the specific reality of him after many nights of imagining hitting me all at once."Okay?" he whispers against my ear, holding perfectly still."More than okay," I breathe back. "Theo, you feel incredible."He moves slowly at first, careful, deliberate, his hands gripping my hips while he rolls into me again and again, and I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper, needing more, needing everything he's been holding back for years."I want to see you," I whisper. "I want to look at your face while you're inside me."He pulls back, sits up, and reaches for the desk chair beside his bed, pulling it close."Come here," he says quietly, sitting down on it, completely bare, looking up at me with dark patient eyes. "Sit on me and face me."I climb off the bed. He's staring at me as I move to him. "Yara," he whispers. "You're so beautiful like this."I swing my leg ove