All Chapters of Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

We stayed in bed most of the next day, only getting up to order pizza and use the bathroom.He made love to me twice more—once from behind, with him taking control, his pace rough and possessive. And once in the morning, with him on top, his movements slow and tender, his forehead resting against mine as he moved inside me."I have to go to my dad's place tonight," he said as we were lying tangled together in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the small dormitory window. "I'm supposed to look at some apartments he's showing me. But I'll be back tomorrow.""How long are you going to stay at your dad's?" I asked."The housing office said they'd have my graduate housing sorted by Wednesday. So technically, I should move out then." He paused. "But I'm thinking I might stay here instead. I could transfer to online classes for the semester. My work is flexible enough that I could do it from anywhere.""You'd do that?" I asked, surprised. "Give up your graduate housing? Change your ent

It was aggressive, angry, a collision rather than a kiss. His hands immediately moved to my waist, pulling me against him, and I could feel his arousal pressing against my stomach. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look at me."Don't think this means anything," I said, breathing hard. "Don't think this changes what you did to me.""I don't," he said. "I think it means you hate me. And I think that's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced."He kissed me again, and this time I opened my room door with one hand while keeping my other tangled in his hair. I pulled him inside and slammed the door shut behind us."You're an asshole," I said, backing away from him while he advanced on me."I know.""You hurt me.""I know.""You humiliated me.""I know," he said again. "And I hate myself for it. But right now, all I can think about is you."I reached the bed and stopped, my legs hitting the frame."Undress," he commanded."Fuck you.""That's the plan," he said. He r

He came seconds later, his thrusts becoming erratic as he filled me with his release.We collapsed together, my body on top of his, his arms wrapped around me, both of us breathing hard."Again," he said when we'd recovered slightly. "I want to be inside you again.""You're insatiable," I said."Only with you," he said. "Always only with you."He flipped me onto my back again and entered me, this time establishing a different pace. He built slowly, deliberately, taking his time, making every movement count. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, his mouth leaving a trail of sensation across my body."I'm going to spend all night worshipping you," he said. "I'm going to make you understand how much I love you. How much I've always loved you.""Marcus—" I started, but he was already establishing a rhythm that had me gasping.This encounter was different from all the others. This was about connection, about intimacy, about proving something that words couldn't express.I came with

He began moving, and it was immediately clear that this wasn't going to be tender or slow. His pace was aggressive from the start, each thrust deep and purposeful. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me with increasing intensity.The headboard was slamming against the wall with each thrust, the rhythm loud and obvious. I didn't care. I wanted everyone in this building to know exactly what was happening, to know that I was being fucked so hard I could barely think."Harder," I gasped. "I want it harder."He obliged, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive. The sensation was overwhelming—each movement hitting spots inside me that made me see stars.I was building toward an orgasm already, the pleasure mounting with each deep thrust."You're so tight," he groaned. "So fucking tight around my cock. You like being fucked like this?""Yes," I said, my voice hoarse. "Yes, I love it. I'm such a slut for you."The words came out without thought, but the moment I said

I'd been watching him since we boarded.Not in a creepy way. More in the way where you notice someone objectively attractive and then can't stop noticing them. He was tall, with dark hair and sharp features, and he was sitting in first class across the aisle from me. He'd loosened his tie during the safety demonstration, and I'd spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about what would happen if I reached over and undid the rest of it.This was a red-eye flight from New York to Los Angeles. I was flying back home after a business trip. Eleven hours trapped in a metal tube at 35,000 feet. Eleven hours where I absolutely should not be fantasizing about the attractive stranger in 1B.But I was.I watched as he ordered a whiskey from the flight attendant. I watched as he loosened his shirt collar further. I watched as he stretched back in his seat, and his shirt rode up slightly, revealing a hint of the abs I was certain were underneath.This was pathetic. I was pathetic.I ordered a