Sinful Pleasures: An 18+ Erotica Collection

Leila Voss' POV,

It's my fiancé's birthday.

Well, technically, it's not his birthday yet. But it would be in a few hours, so I thought it might be a good idea to be there with him when he clocks his new age.

Which explains why I'm outside his apartment building with the intention of sleeping over.

My grip on the cake box I'm holding tightens when I lock my car door, then I walk towards the elevator. It's not even up to five minutes before I'm in front of his own apartment door.

I ring the door bell once, twice, and again, expecting him to open the door as he usually does, but nothing happens.

I try again. And when no one opens the door, I reach for my phone from my bag and head to my contact list, about to call him.

However, I'm interrupted by the sound of new, unfamiliar footsteps coming from the other side of the door, and I raise my head just in time for the door to open.

Only to reveal the last person I expected to be here.

Ethan Callahan. My fiance - Julian's - best friend.

What is he doing here? In this city? Shouldn't he be in London, managing his family's business?

He looks taller and muscular than I remember from the last time I saw him, with a few wet strands of his dark hair falling over his eyes, his dark gaze pinned on mine.

And he's shirtless. Not only that - he looks like he's just walked out of a bath, given the towel tied around his hips and water on his skin.

Fuck.

My mouth waters, and I let my gaze roam over his sculpted body, swallowing as my eyes trail the water traveling down his chest before disappearing into the towel down that -

"What are you looking at?"

I startle as the deep rumble of his voice pulls me out of my thoughts, my hold on the cake box tightening when it almost falls.

I meet his gaze again, and my face flames up when I see the small teasing smirk curled at the edge of his lips.

Damn it. The man knows I was staring.

"Leila - "

"Yes, yes," I startle again as he snaps his fingers before my eyes, taking a step back before looking into the dark pools of his eyes. "Where's Julian?"

"He has a late night shift," he replies, moving aside so I can enter. "Didn't tell you he wouldn't be here?"

"No," I reply, stepping further into the house while he closes the door. Once I drop the cake on the dinning table, I turn to face him, my hands planted against my hips. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you that," he replies, moving further inside. "What are you doing here this late?"

"Hello, Julian and I are fiancés, and I have every right to be in his apartment?" I say. "But of course, you don't know that."

Deep inside me though, I know he does. He's Julian's best friend, and just because he didn't attend our engagement party, it doesn't mean he's not aware.

Still doesn't make his question less annoying. Why? I have no idea.

Maybe it's because I came here, hoping Julian and I would finally have sex after weeks of not having one. He's been really busy with work that he rarely even gives me his attention, so of course, his birthday night should've been one to satisfy us.

And now this.

"You seem to be in a really terrible mood," Ethan says, studying me. Then, he raises a brow. "You're upset a certain someone isn't here?"

"It's none of your business," I almost snap, heading towards the living room. "Leave me alone."

Ethan says nothing as I slump into the couch and pick up a remote, then switch on the television.

I'll leave later. And I swear Julian won't hear the end of this.

***

It's raining outside.

Not that I expected it. It had begun to rain endlessly earlier before I could leave, and since I can't go under, I decided to spend the night here.

Ethan, too, doesn't look like he'd be leaving anytime soon, so that makes both of us.

I'm seated in the living room, after changing into one of my night wears from Julian's bedroom, and my attention is fixed on the television while Ethan is in one of the rooms. I have no idea what he's doing, but I'm a bit curious about it, given he's not supposed to be here at all.

However, with the way we act around each other, like cat and dog, I doubt we'll be having any cordial conversation tonight.

I now suddenly need a drink.

With that thought in mind, I get down from the couch and slip my legs into my slippers, adjust my night robe around my body, and head to the kitchen.

I open the cabinet to reach for the bottle of wine, but just as my fingers brush against the glass, Ethan's voice fills the space.

"What are you looking for?"

I flinch immediately and turn, my lips pursing into a thin line as I meet his gaze.

"You should learn to stop scaring people," I say, glaring. "This is not some kind of horror movie."

He chuckles, the sound reverberating in the room in a way that sends shivers through my body, but I manage to keep my expression neutral.

"What's funny?"

He shrugs like I didn't just ask a question, then opens the refrigerator without a second glance my way. My breath hitches in my throat when he gulps down water from the bottle he picked, his Adam apple bobbing with the action.

Dear lord.

Before I can stop myself, my gaze follows the trail of water that drips down his chin onto his chest, and that's when I realize, with startling clarity, that he's still shirtless.

Except, he's on a pair of joggers, though. And the sight makes me want to put my hands on him so I can feel his skin.

Creepy, I know. But what can a girl do?

His current state doesn't help the fact that there's already been an underlying tension between us since the first time we met three years ago which I always brushed away with my hostility towards him.

And worse, Julian might actually have my head if he realizes I dream about his best friend almost every night in a not-so-innocent way.

I blanch at my first acceptance of attraction towards Ethan Callahan, then look away immediately, heat flaring in my cheek.

"Can you at least put on a shirt?" The words escape me before I can even stop them.

Ethan sets the bottle down on the kitchen counter and raises one of his perfectly shaped brow, a look of amusement glinting in his eye. "Why are you bothered?"

"Because it's inappropriate," I say immediately, closing the cabinet as the need for a drink vanishes.

I might just go to bed anyway. Before I do something I might end up regretting.

Because no way in fuck will I ever accept that I'm imagining the way Ethan is staring at me like he wants to devour me right here.

"Haven't you seen worse?" He asks, and I stop just by the doorway of the kitchen.

I turn to look at him. "No, I haven't."

"Oh?" He raises a brow, then takes a step towards me. Another step closer. "Haven't you and Julian fucked?"

My eyes widen at the vulgar word, and I assume my face must be as red as a tomato.

However, I school my expression to appear unbothered when I fold my arms across my chest and ask, "how does that concern you?"

"Because you're acting like you've never seen a grown man shirtless before," he's closer now, and I can feel his minty cologne clouding my senses. "You and Julian only fuck with clothes on?"

Heat shoots through my core at the mental image he just planted in my head, but this time, I imagine it's me and him. Ethan, I mean.

Fuck. No, no, no -

"I'm not having this conversation with you, Ethan," I say immediately, hating the way my skin heats up. "I'm going to bed."

Without allowing him say anything, I turn to leave, but before I can take a step, I'm pulled backwards by the arm, then slammed against the wall.

"Ethan - "

And then, his lips are on mine.

Leila Voss' POV,

Fuck. Ethan is kissing me.

And he's not doing it in a slow, gentle way.

His lips are literally latching onto mine, covering my whole mouth as he licks the seam between them like he wants to devour them.

"Let me in," he murmurs against them.

I shake my head immediately, a shiver going through me. "No - "

I'm momentarily cut off when he shoves his tongue into my mouth and presses his bare chest against mine like he wants to push me into the wall, his tongue meeting every corner and crevice of my mouth.

"Fuck," he murmurs hoarsely, pulling away to look at my swollen lips. "Fu - "

He doesn't finish before I smack him right on the face, the sound resounding in the kitchen as his head snaps sideways.

"Are you out of your mind?" I almost scream, something hot coursing through my veins. "I'm your best friend's fiancé, for fuck's sake!"

"Valid reaction," he says, meeting my gaze before clenching his jaw. "But so what if you're Julian's fiancé?"

I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth, and my eyes widen.

"So what?" He repeats, stepping even closer. "You fucking want me and I do the same. You can't pretend not to feel the tension between us."

Oh? So he feels it too?

"There's no tension," I say, denial obvious in my voice. "This is absurd. You - we just betrayed him."

His eyes flash with something that looks like anger, but it's gone too soon, and he grips my jaw hard. "You fucking want me, Leila, and it's obvious in your eyes," he grinds out. "Do you think I don't see it? Do you think I don't see the way you stiffen every time I'm near you? You think I didn't notice how you looked at me throughout the night? Like you wanted me to claim you?"

"You're delusional," I say, pushing him off. "I don't want you, and I never will. Julian is the man I - "

"Say that again, and I swear he won't see the light of tomorrow," he cuts me off, pressing me against the wall. "You don't love him. Admit it."

I open my mouth to speak, but his hand closes around my throat, and he holds my gaze before adding.

"I know you're not marrying Julian because you love him, but because your father is making you do it."

The blood drains from my face, and I look away from him for a brief moment, pursing my lips into a thin line.

"I know everything, Leila," he says, his breath fanning my cheeks. "Every single thing."

I'm so tempted to push him away and deny what he's saying, but how can I, when it's true?

I never really loved Julian. Our fathers have been friends all their lives, and thought it was a good idea to have us married. And because I couldn't say no to father, I agreed, hoping that at least, I can try to make the best out of it.

And now, Julian's best friend knows.

"How long would you have remained married to him before you'd eventually leave?" He asks, his voice low now. "Hmm. Tell me?"

"It doesn't matter," I meet his gaze, hating how alive I feel underneath it. "It's not like I love you either."

"Well, at least, you want me."

I glare at him. "I don't."

"Oh?" He arches a brow, the corner of his lips tilting into a smirk. "And if we check underneath your panties? I hope I'll be finding your pussy dry."

Heat blooms between my legs at his words, and I try to shift, but he presses me against the wall.

Then, he bucks his hips towards me, his cock nudging my clothed belly through his pants.

"Well, at least I'm not a coward like you," he rasps, pressing his hard-on further. "I fucking want you, and I'm not hiding it. I've been wanting you for too long to even care about anything."

"Ethan - " I begin, my own voice croaked. "We-we shouldn't be doing this. It's not appropriate."

"Who says I want appropriate?" He thrusts his hips again. "I fucking need you out of my system. I'd have never imagined we'd be alone together."

"Ethan - "

"Say you don't want me," his other hand reaches behind me and grabs my ass before pressing me against him. "Say you don't want me, and I promise I'll let you be."

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Because I don't think I can lie any more. I want this man with everything in me no matter how much I try to deny it, and a proof of that is the wetness pooling between my legs.

Lord. Please forgive me.

"You don't have the confidence to deny me now again?" He asks, his voice taunting. "Well, okay then, I should let you do."

His face says otherwise, but just as he's about to pull away, I grab the waistband of his pants and pull him closer before pressing my lips against his this time.

And did I mention how good it feels?

Ethan groans when I squeeze his cock through his pants, feeling how huge it is as I slip my tongue into his mouth and kiss him with almost the same ferocity he used earlier.

As if sensing that it doesn't catch up to his, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in to deepen the kiss, our teeth clashing as both fight for who does it better.

Fuck. I can't believe this.

I can't believe I'm finally going to do this with Ethan Callahan.

He pulls away just in time to suck on my collarbone, my throat, and the skin at the back of my neck, groaning as he does while little, needy moans escape my lips.

"See what you do to me," he groans, nipping at my skin while my own hands run over his chest, enjoying the feel of him. "I can't wait to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk."

"Ethan - "

He pulls away from me and takes a step backwards, his gaze roving over my clothed body before he reaches for the waistband of his pants.

"On your knees."

Leila Voss' POV,

I stare at Ethan for a good three seconds.

His eyes are blazing with obvious lust, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. When I don't do as he asks, he tilts his head sideways slightly, his lips curling to the side.

"On your knees baby," he says.

I don't wait for one more second.

I drop to my knees before him before I can even think too much about it and look up at him, batting my lashes the way I do for Julian whenever I want him to do something for me.

As expected, Ethan sucks in a deep breath and reaches for me, his fingers threading through the strands of my hair before he tilts my head upwards.

"Pull out my cock, baby," he orders, his voice deep. "It's waiting for you baby."

Slowly, I reach for the waistband of his trousers and slip my hand into it, my skin brushing his. He exhales at the contact, his pupils blown wide, and I maintain the eye contact between us, slipping my hands into his briefs before I touch his cock.

Fuck. He's so hard. And thick.

My eyes almost widen at the feel of it, but I maintain my composure and pull it out, my gaze now falling on it.

I swear I feel wetness gush out of me at the sight. Because what?

Ethan's cock is so huge and thick, the pink head swelling as it leaks pre cum from the pierced tip. And he's so fucking hard, I doubt it will fit into my mouth.

"It will fit in," he says, as if he can read my mind. Then, he steps closer, the tip of his cock nudging my lip. "Common, take it."

I hesitate for a while, my heart racing before I wrap both my fists around it, my pussy fluttering as I imagine how good he'd feel inside me. I then run my hands from the base to tip, reaching out to lick off the pre cum from the tip while keeping my eyes solely locked on Ethan's.

His hip bucks in reaction to the action, and he grips my hair tighter.

"Common, baby," he rasps, clenching his jaw hard. "Take it. Make it wet and sloppy for yourself."

I wrap my lips around the head and suck on the pre cum, moaning around him as the salty taste of him explodes on my tastebuds.

"Fuck," he growls, thrusting his hip so he can fit into my mouth, but I grip him tight, shaking my head. "Fuck, baby. I can't - "

I don't pay any heed to him.

I take my sweet time to swirl my tongue around his pierced slit, sucking on it to draw out more pre cum. The moment I decide the torture is over and take him fully in my mouth, one of my hands reaching to tickle his balls, Ethan's second hand shoots out, slamming against the wall.

"Dammit," he groans, thrusting. "You are going to be the death of me."

"Mmmm," I moan around him and flatten my lips underneath his cock before pulling out, then taking him to the back of my throat, I gag.

"You take cock so well," he rasps, tightening his grip on my hair. "You're so fucking great."

I raise a brow as if to ask him "am I?," then pull back again before taking him in.

"I can't take this pace," he says and pulls out, the popping sound resounding in the room. "I'm going to fuck your throat. And you'll take it all for me like a good girl. Do you hear me?"

I bat my lashes twice. "Yes - "

The words are barely out of my lips before he thrusts balls deep, the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gasp, tears blurring my eyes.

I tap on his thigh.

"Look at how pretty you look with cock," he says, then pulls out. "You look like you've finally gotten what you wanted. I bet Julian fucks your face."

At the mention of Julian, I wait for that familiar feeling of guilt to hit me, but it doesn't. If anything, a strange thrill goes the light me at the mere thought of doing this.

With his best friend.

"He doesn't, does he?" Ethan asks and pulls out. "I know he doesn't. He has no fucking idea how to take care of a woman."

He then thrusts back in, keeping my face in place for him as he pulls out, then back in.

His jaw is clenched, the jaws in his neck almost popping from how much he seems to be restraining himself.

"You know, if I was Julian," he begins to move faster now, snapping his hips. "I'd never spend a day away from you."

"Mmmm," I moan, my chest tightening.

My jaw hurts from how hard he's handling me, but I don't care too much as long as this is happening.

"I would never have a night shift at work."

Tears are now falling down my cheeks, but seeing them seem to fuel Ethan because his pace now changes, increasing with each thrust while I just stay there, offering myself to him to him.

"Did I tell you how pretty you look with cock?" He rasps, sweat coating his skin. "You look so beautiful. I want to take a picture of this and hang it in my bedroom. I want to jerk off to this now. You don't know how fucking much I've wanted you."

I feel delirious with all these, I don't even realize when my hands reach between my legs, and I flick my clit with my finger.

"Fuck, show me that pussy," he says. "Touch yourself while I fuck your beautiful face like a slut. You're going to be my slut from now on, right?"

I nod immediately, the pace of my fingers increasing.

"That's more like it," he says. "I'm about to cum."

I make a sound that comes like a whimper around him, and he increases his pace again, a look of panic flashing in his eyes.

And then, he begins to cum so hard, his warm seed spilling down my throat before he pulls out and lets the rest spill over my face.

My lashes and brows are stained with cum, but he doesn't really bother with it because he reaches for the cum by my lips with his thumb and slips it into my mouth.

"Lick."

I do.

I swirl my tongue around his finger, watching as his eyes darken and his cock hardens again before he pulls away.

Before I can comprehend what's next, Ethan grabs me and walks towards the kitchen counter, then drops me on it after stepping between my thighs.

"Ethan - "

"Shhh," he says, raising my night dress up to reveal my panties. His fingers slip inside the fabric, and I suck in a deep breath when he drags two fingers through my folds. "I want to eat this cunt."

Then, he tears my panties off.