Naughty Dripping Desires (An Erotic Collection)

I had just slipped into bed, when the knock came, echoing through my quiet apartment. It was past midnight, and I knew exactly who it had to be. Him. The god-like football player from next door, with his chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and that cocky grin that made my knees weak every time our paths crossed in the hallway.

I padded to the door on bare feet, my thin nightgown clinging to my curves, the fabric so sheer it left little to the imagination. Peeking through the peephole, there he was, Jax, sweat glistening on his tanned skin, fresh from what must have been a late-night workout. His tank top was plastered to his chest, outlining every ridge of muscle, and those gym shorts hung low on his hips, teasing the V-line that disappeared below.

"What do you want, Jax?" I called through the door, my voice breathier than I intended.

His deep chuckle vibrated through the wood. "Open up, neighbor. I need a favor."

Against my better judgment-or maybe because of it-I unlocked the door and swung it open. He filled the frame, his presence overwhelming, the scent of his musk and cologne invading my senses. His eyes raked over me, darkening with unmistakable hunger as they lingered on the way my nipples peaked against the thin material.

"Jesus, you look... edible," he murmured, stepping inside without invitation, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Before I could protest, his hands were on my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. Heat radiated from him, seeping into me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since the day he moved in. "I've been thinking about you," he growled, his lips brushing my ear. "All damn day. That little dress you wore earlier? It drove me fucking crazy."

I gasped as his fingers traced the hem of my nightgown, inching it up my thighs. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. "Jax, we can't-"

"We can," he interrupted, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that was all possession and raw need. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of mint and desire, while one hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it ached. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting in his damp shirt, pulling him closer.

He backed me against the wall, his thigh wedging between my legs, pressing against my core where I was already wet and throbbing for him. "Feel that?" he whispered, grinding against me, his erection hard and insistent through the thin barriers of fabric. "That's what you do to me. Every time I see you."

My head fell back as his lips trailed down my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave marks I'd have to hide tomorrow. His free hand dipped lower, fingers slipping under the edge of my panties, finding me slick and ready. "Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, circling my clit with expert precision that made my vision blur.

I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into the firm muscle as waves of pleasure built. "Jax... please..."

He chuckled darkly, sliding a finger inside me, then two, curling them in a way that hit every sensitive spot. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want."

"You," I panted, my hips bucking against his hand. "I want you inside me. Now."

With a feral grin, he withdrew his fingers, making me whimper at the loss, only to hook them in my panties and yank them down. In one swift motion, he freed himself from his shorts, his cock was thick, veined, and pulsing with need. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at my entrance.

Then, with a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, stretching me to the limit. I cried out, the mix of pleasure and slight pain intoxicating. He didn't hold back, pounding into me with the same intensity he brought to the field, each stroke hitting deeper, harder, and driving me toward the edge.

The wall shook with our rhythm, my back arching as his mouth found my breast, sucking greedily. "Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you shatter around me."

And I did, exploding in a climax that ripped through me like lightning, my walls clenching around him as stars burst behind my eyelids. He followed moments later, groaning my name as he spilled inside me, his body shuddering against mine.

We stayed like that, panting and entwined, until he slowly set me down, his forehead resting against mine. "That was just the beginning," he whispered, a promise in his eyes.

Sunlight sliced through the half-closed blinds, painting golden stripes across my tangled sheets. I woke slowly, deliciously sore in places I hadn't been in months. My body still hummed with the memory of last night-Jax's hands, his mouth, the way he'd pinned me to the wall and fucked me like the world was ending.

I stretched, feeling the faint ache between my thighs, the faint sting of bite marks along my collarbone. A lazy smile curved my lips, it was worth it.

Then I realized I wasn't alone.

Jax lay sprawled on his stomach beside me, one massive arm thrown possessively across my waist, his face half-buried in my pillow. His dark hair was a mess, lips slightly parted, lashes fanned against his high cheekbones. Even when asleep, he looked like sin. His broad back rising and falling, the sheet riding dangerously low over the perfect curve of his ass.

My mouth went dry.

I should have slipped out of bed. Made coffee, and at least act like a responsible adult who didn't let her insanely hot neighbor fuck her against the wall in the middle of the night.

Instead I reached out and traced the line of his spine with one fingertip, following the dip and swell of muscle all the way down.

He stirred. A low, rumbling sound vibrated in his chest.

"Don't stop," he mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

Heat flooded my core instantly.

His eyes cracked open, his stormy blue eyes already darkening with interest. He rolled onto his side, and tugged me closer until my breasts pressed against his chest.

"Morning beautiful," he said, lips brushing mine in a lazy, open-mouthed kiss.

"Morning," I whispered back, already melting.

His hand slid down my side, cupped my hip, then dipped between my thighs without warning. His fingers parted me, running the length of my slit, finding me still slick from earlier.

"Fuck," he groaned against my mouth. "You're still wet for me."

I whimpered as he circled my clit with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing me, and never quite giving me what I needed.

"Jax..."

"Say it," he ordered softly. "Tell me whose pussy this is."

Heat exploded across my cheeks even as my hips rocked shamelessly against his hand.

"Yours," I gasped. "It's yours."

"Good girl."

He kissed me deeper, his tongue stroking mine in the same lazy rhythm as his fingers. Then he pushed two inside me-slow, stretching, and curling just right. My back arched off the mattress.

He broke the kiss to watch my face, eyes hooded and hungry.

"Look at you," he murmured. "Already dripping again. You gonna come on my fingers before breakfast, baby?"

I couldn't answer, I could only moan as he added a third finger, pumping steadily while his thumb worked my clit in tight circles.

The pressure built fast, embarrassingly fast.

"Jax-oh god-"

"Come on," he coaxed, voice low and filthy. "Let me feel it. Squeeze my fingers like you squeezed my cock last night."

That did it. I came with a choked cry, my thighs clamping around his hand as pleasure ripped through me in violent waves. He kept moving, drawing it out until I was shaking, oversensitive, and begging him to stop and never stop at the same time.

When I finally collapsed, panting, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding my gaze.

"Best fucking breakfast," he said with a wicked grin.

I laughed weakly, still trembling. "You're unbelievable."

"And you're addictive." He rolled on top of me, settling between my thighs, his erection hot and heavy against my stomach. "Think you can handle this bad boy?"

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Try me."

He reached between us, notched himself at my entrance, and pushed in with one long, slow glide.

We both groaned.

He felt even bigger in the daylight-thicker, harder, stretching me open until I could barely breathe.

"Fuck, you're tight," he hissed, forehead pressed to mine. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else."

"Already have," I managed.

Something fierce flashed in his eyes.

Then he started to move.

Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. Not frantic like last night-this was deliberate, controlled, and devastating. Each stroke pushed me higher, and wound me tighter.

I clawed at his back, my nails leaving red trails. He didn't seem to mind, only growled and fucked me harder.

The headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall.

My neighbors were definitely awake now, but I didn't care.

"Touch yourself," he ordered suddenly. "Play with that pretty clit while I fuck you."

My hand slid down obediently. The moment my fingers brushed my swollen nub, I clenched hard around him.

"Fuck-yes-just like that," he panted. "Make yourself come again. I want to feel it when you milk me."

I rubbed faster, matching his rhythm, chasing that release.

His pace faltered, hips snapping harder, losing that perfect control. "Gonna come," he warned, voice wrecked. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside," I gasped without hesitation. "Please-inside me-"

He slammed deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick inside me. The sensation tipped me over, and my second orgasm crashed through me, sharper and harder than the first, my walls fluttering around him as I cried out his name.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slick and trembling.

After a long minute he kissed me softly-almost tenderly-then rolled to the side, pulling me against his chest.

"Shower?" he murmured, lips brushing my temple.

I nodded, boneless.

He scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me toward the bathroom, smirking when I squeaked in surprise.

"Gonna wash you up," he said, voice dark with promise, "then bend you over the sink and do it all over again."

My pulse jumped.

The bathroom filled with steam almost instantly. Jax turned the water hotter than I usually liked, but I didn't complain-not when he was already crowding me against the cool tiles, his big body blocking the spray until it hit his back first and cascaded over us both.

Water ran through his dark hair to his forehead and then ran in rivulets down the carved lines of his chest, tracing every ridge of abdominal muscle before disappearing into the deep V that pointed straight to where he was already hard again. Impossibly hard, again.

He caught me staring and smirked, that arrogant, panty-dropping grin that should have been illegal.

"Like the view?" he asked, voice low and rough over the sound of the shower.

I didn't bother answering with words. Instead I dropped to my knees.

His sharp inhale was the only warning I got before my hands wrapped around his length-thick, hot, and throbbing. I stroked him slowly, watching his abs tighten and his thighs flex.

"Fuck, baby..." The words came out strangled.

I looked up at him through wet lashes, water dripping from my lashes and running into my mouth. Then I leaned forward and took him in.

I swallowed as much of him as I could on the first go, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.

Jax's hand slammed against the tile above my head. "Jesus-Christ-"

I hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward involuntarily. His other hand tangled in my soaked hair-not guiding, not forcing, just holding on like he needed an anchor.

I worked him with my mouth and hand in a particular rhythm, slowly dragging my tongue along the underside, sucking tightly at the head, then twisting strokes with my fingers at the base where I couldn't reach with my lips. Every time he groaned or cursed under his breath, I took him deeper. As deep as my throat could take.

His control started to fray.

"Gonna-fuck-slow down or I'm gonna come down your throat in about thirty seconds," he warned, voice wrecked.

I pulled off just long enough to speak, my lips still brushing the slick tip. "That's the plan."

His eyes flared dark. "Dirty fucking girl."

Then he was moving, hauling me up by the arms, spinning me around so my breasts and palms pressed flat to the shower wall. He kicked my feet wider apart.

"Hands stay there," he ordered. "Don't move them."

I obeyed.

The blunt head of him nudged my entrance, running over my slit, and coating himself in the wetness that had nothing to do with the shower, then he thrust in hard.

I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

He didn't give me time to adjust. He just gripped my hips with bruising force and started fucking me like he was trying to imprint himself inside me permanently.

The angle was devastating-every thrust made him hit that spot that made my vision white out. Water pounded against us, our heat and slick skin slapping together, my gasps and his growls mixing with the steady sound of the shower.

One of his hands slid up my spine, wrapped around the front of my throat-not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. Claiming.

"You feel that?" he rasped against my ear. "Feel how deep I am? This pussy was made for me. Say it."

"Made for you," I panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Only you-fuck-Jax-"

He rewarded me by angling his hips differently, grinding against my clit with every stroke.

My legs started to shake. "I'm-close-oh god-"

"Not yet." He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching.

I whimpered in protest. He spun me around again, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and pinned me between the wall and his body. My legs hooked automatically around his waist.

"Look at me," he demanded.

Our eyes locked, then he slid back inside-slowly this time. Torturously slow. Inch by thick inch until he bottomed out and stayed there, rolling his hips in small, maddening circles that rubbed every sensitive nerve without giving me the friction I needed.

"Jax-please-"

"Beg for it," he said softly. Almost gently. "Tell me how bad you want to come on my cock."

I was beyond shame.

"Please," I whispered, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I need it-I need you to fuck me hard-I need to come so bad-please-"

Something snapped in his expression, and he began to slam into me with deep and punishing strokes.

That was all it took. I came screaming, my back arching off the wall, my walls spasming around him so hard he cursed viciously. My orgasm triggered his; he drove in one final time and held himself deep, pulsing hot inside me as he groaned my name like a prayer.

For several long heartbeats we just breathed, our foreheads pressed together, water still running over us.

Then he kissed me, slow and deep. Different from the frantic claiming of before. Almost... sweet.

When he finally pulled out and set me on my feet, my legs were jelly. He steadied me with both hands on my waist while I swayed.

"Think you can stand long enough for me to wash your hair?" he asked, lips twitching.

I laughed weakly. "Maybe. If you're quick."

He turned me gently, guided my head under the shower spray, and started massaging shampoo into my scalp with surprisingly careful fingers.

I closed my eyes and let myself melt under his touch.

We didn't speak much after that-just quiet touches, rinsing, and towelling off our bodies. When we finally stepped out, he wrapped me in the biggest towel like I was something precious.

But as he dried my hair with another one, his eyes met mine in the foggy mirror.

"This isn't a one-time thing," he said quietly.

My heart gave a hard thud.

"No," I agreed. "It isn't."

He smiled-slow, satisfied, and a little dangerous.

"Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you."