MasukClaire rang the doorbell at 5:41.Adrian opened it in the same charcoal trousers from the office, white shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled. His eyes dropped to the folder in her hand, then back to her face. No greeting. He stepped aside.The house was larger than the apartment she rememberedâŠopen living room, high ceilings, soft light. Toys were scattered across the rug near the couch: a blue truck, wooden blocks, a small plastic dinosaur. Noah sat in the middle of them, cross-legged, making the truck roll over the blocks with quiet concentration. He looked up when Claire stepped inside.âMommy.ââHey, baby. Auntie dropped you off?ââShe said you were coming here. Iâm playing.âAdrianâs gaze moved from Noah to Claire and stayed there a second too long. Something unreadable passed through his eyes. Then he looked away.âPapers,â he said.Claire handed him the folder. Their fingers brushed. Heat jumped under her skin like no time had passed. Adrian set the folder on the cons
Four years later the city looked the same, but Claire did not.She stood on the sidewalk outside Hale Industries with a folder of rĂ©sumĂ©s and a three-year-old boyâs hand in hers. Noah looked up at the glass building with wide eyes, clutching the small blue truck he refused to leave at the temporary apartment.âMommy work here?â he asked.âMaybe,â Claire said. âWeâll see.âShe had come back to her hometown because the money had run out and the only family she had left still lived two streets over from the old neighborhood. The administrative assistant position at Hale Industries paid enough to fix both, if she could get it.She kissed Noahâs hair, handed him to her aunt who had agreed to watch him for the interview, and walked through the revolving doors alone.The lobby was all marble and quiet money. A receptionist took her name and pointed her toward the elevator bank. Fifteenth floor. Human Resources.Claire stepped out into a wide, sunlit corridor and nearly walked straight into
Adrianâs place was only a short drive from the loft. Clean lines, dark furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The second the door clicked shut behind them he had her against it.Mouth hard on hers. Tongue pushing in. One hand under her shirt already, palm rough against her bare stomach, then higher, shoving her bra up so he could cup her tit and pinch the nipple. Claire moaned into the kiss and bit his lower lip. He growled and spun her, walking her backward until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the long couch.He yanked her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra, and tossed both aside. Her jeans and panties followed in one hard tug. She was already wet; the cool air against her cunt made her shiver. Adrian shoved her down onto the couch, dropped to his knees, and dragged her hips to the edge. He spread her thighs wide and licked her open in one long, flat stroke.Claireâs head fell back. He didnât tease. He sucked her clit hard, two fingers shovin
The key turned easier than it should have.Claire had only come back to the apartment to grab the charger she forgot. It was barely past seven. The lights were on in the living room. Soft music played from the speaker she and Ryan used for everything.She stepped inside and froze.Ryan was on his knees in the middle of the rug. His mouth was wrapped around Jakeâs cock. Jake; her best friend since sophomore year, the one who had crashed on their couch a hundred times, the one who had always called Ryan âbro.â Jakeâs head was tilted back, eyes half-closed, one hand in Ryanâs hair, guiding him deeper. Wet sounds filled the quiet apartment. Ryanâs free hand stroked what he couldnât fit, and he made a low, eager noise when Jake thrust forward.Claireâs bag slipped from her fingers and hit the floor.Both men jerked apart. Ryanâs lips were shiny. Jakeâs cock bobbed, still hard, still wet.âClaireââ Ryan started.She didnât let him finish. The words that came out of her were cold and sharp
Twenty minutes was all he gave them.Maya and Lena lay tangled on the soaked sheets, bodies still trembling in small waves, cum leaking slowly from both of them. Their breathing had only just started to even out when Elias returned from the bathroom, cock already thick and rising again. He carried a bottle of water and nothing else.âDrink. Then get up.âThey drank. He took the bottle away, set it on the nightstand, and pointed to the center of the bed.âBoth of you. On your backs. Legs spread. Knees to your chests.âThey obeyed. Two cunts open and shiny, still dripping the loads he had left inside them earlier. Elias climbed onto the bed between them and started with Maya.He drove into her in one long, hard thrust. Mayaâs back arched off the mattress and a raw scream tore from her throat. He fucked her deep and relentless from the first strokeâŠhips snapping, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Her legs shook almost immediately in his grip. He leaned down, sucked one nipple hard,
Elias gave them ten minutes.Maya and Lena lay side by side on the dark sheets, chests heaving, cum already leaking from both their cunts in slow, thick trails. Their legs still trembled in small aftershocks. The air in the bedroom smelled of sex and sweat and rain from the open window.He returned from the bathroom still naked, cock already half-hard again, a glass of water in each hand. He made them drink then he set the glasses aside and stood at the foot of the bed.âOn your knees. Both of you. Side by side.âThey obeyed. Two pairs of tits hanging, two wet holes still dripping onto the sheets. Elias walked behind them, ran a hand down Mayaâs spine, then Lenaâs, and pushed both of them forward so their faces pressed into the mattress and their asses stayed high.He started with Maya.No warning. He lined up and drove back into her cum-slick cunt in one hard thrust. Maya screamed into the sheets. He fucked her deep and fast from the start, hips slamming, the wet slap of skin loud i







