LOGINThe call came in at 11:47 p.m— noise complaint, loud music and banging from apartment 4B. My partner, Detective Ryan Torres, and I were already on the late shift, so we took it. Ryan was 32, built like a linebacker with a permanent five-o’clock shadow and a smirk that made suspects nervous. I was 29, leaner but no less fit, and usually the one who did the talking.We knocked on the door. The music cut off instantly. Footsteps. Then the door opened.The man standing there was tall, maybe 6’4”, broad-shouldered, wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants and a tight black tank top that showed off heavily inked arms and a sculpted chest. Dark hair, sharp jaw, piercing blue eyes. He looked us up and down slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips.“Officers,” he said, voice smooth and deep. “What can I do for you?”Ryan cleared his throat. “Noise complaint from your neighbor. Mind turning it down?”The man leaned against the doorframe, arms crossing, making his biceps flex. “My bad. Com
DIRTY SINS ONLY HAPPENS DURING HOLIDAYS 2Rico, my family’s longtime driver, stood at the bottom of the stairs holding a case of wine Nonna had sent him to fetch. His eyes went wide as he took in the scene: me bent over the couch with my jeans around my ankles, Marco’s thick cock still buried balls-deep in my ass, both of us sweating and panting.“The fuck…” Rico breathed.Marco started to pull out, but I grabbed his hip and kept him inside me. My heart hammered, but my cock was still throbbing. “Don’t move,” I whispered to Marco. Then, louder, to Rico: “Close the door.”He did, slowly. His eyes flicked between us, lingering on where Marco and I were joined. I could see the bulge growing in his black slacks.“You saw nothing,” Marco growled, voice dangerous.Rico swallowed. “I… I won’t say shit, but—”“But you want in,” I finished for him, voice husky. “Help us keep this quiet and you can have whatever you want. Right now.”Rico’s eyes darkened with lust. He set the wine down and walk
DIRTY SINS ONLY HAPPENS DURING HOLIDAYS 1I could barely sit still at the long mahogany dining table, the whole family crammed together like every Christmas and Easter before it. Grandparents at the head, aunts and uncles laughing too loud, cousins of every age passing plates of Nonna’s famous lasagna and roasted vegetables. Everyone was here — my parents, my little sister, even the distant relatives who only showed up when the wine flowed. And right across from me, laughing at some dumb joke from Uncle Sal, was Marco.My older step-cousin. Twenty-six now, three years older than me, built like a fucking linebacker from all those years playing college ball before he dropped out to work construction. Broad shoulders stretching his tight black button-down, dark stubble on a sharp jaw, and those same hazel eyes that had looked straight into mine three years ago when we’d locked ourselves in the pool house and sucked each other off for the first time. Step-family, no blood, but still fam
BARISTA TURNED ME DOWN, DO I MADE HM BEG 3I could still feel Nico’s hole clenching weakly around my cock, hot and overflowing with my first load. The little shit was panting beneath me, flushed, wrecked, and still trying to catch his breath. My dick twitched inside him, already hardening again. Ten thick inches buried deep in that greedy young ass, and I wasn’t nearly done with him.“Look at you,” I growled, voice low and rough. “Still leaking my cum and your hole is already trying to milk me for more. Greedy little whore.”Nico’s gray eyes were glassy, lips swollen, but that defiant spark flickered back for a second. “You’re… really not done?” he rasped, voice hoarse from screaming.I pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as my thick cock slid free. A heavy gush of my cum poured out of his ruined hole, running down between his cheeks and soaking the sheets. The sight made my balls tighten. His once-tight pink ring was now puffy, red, and gaping slightly, winking as it p
I chuckled, dark and low. “I do own everything. Including this.” I palmed his bulge roughly. He gasped, hips jerking up despite himself. “And tonight you’re going to give it to me for free. Begging for it.”I ripped his tank off, buttons flying. His chest was smooth, nipples already tight. I sucked one into my mouth, biting hard enough to make him arch and curse. My hands worked his jeans open, shoving them down with his briefs. His cock sprang free— eight inches, flushed, leaking at the tip. Pretty. I wrapped a hand around it and stroked once, slow.“Fuck you,” Nico spat, but his voice cracked.I smiled against his skin. “That’s the plan.”I freed my own cock. Ten thick inches, heavy, veined, the head already glistening. Nico’s eyes widened. I saw the exact second his sass melted into raw hunger. I straddled his chest, knees pinning his arms, and fed him my dick. He opened up like he was starving—lips stretching wide, tongue flat, throat working to take every inch. I fucked his face
BARISTA TURNED ME DOWN, SO I MADE HIM BEG 1I stepped into the pulsing haze of Eclipse, the underground club that reeked of expensive cologne, spilled whiskey, and raw sex. At forty-two, I, Luca Moretti didn’t do nights like this anymore—too many enemies, too many eyes, but tonight the city felt restless, and I needed a drink that didn’t come from my own bar. My two shadows, Enzo and Marco, flanked me as we cut through the crowd. Then my gaze locked on him behind the bar.Nico. Twenty-three, maybe twenty-four. Lean, sharp-jawed, with messy black hair that fell into stormy gray eyes and a body that screamed trouble, tight black tank clinging to smooth, tattooed shoulders, low-slung jeans hugging a perfect bubble ass. He was pouring shots with a smirk that could make a man hard and murderous in the same breath. Handsome didn’t cover it. He was fucking edible.I stopped dead. “That one. Bring him to my booth.”Enzo nodded and pushed through. I watched from the velvet booth, cock already
Elliot’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder. Wet slaps echoed louder; sweat slicked our skin, making every thrust glide smoother, deeper. My cock slapped against my stomach with each bounce, pre-cum flinging in arcs. Pleasure built wild; I ground down messy, circling my hips to feel him
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built like a storm inside me. The bed creaked under us, the mattress dipping with each snap of his hips. His cock filled me completely—hot, thick, dragging over every sensitive spot. My own dick r
**Rowan's pov**The lecture hall cleared in a slow shuffle of zippers and footsteps. I stayed in my seat, paper crushed in my fist until the edges tore. Red ink slashed across the top: 58. Fail. My knuckles blanched white around the crumpled sheet. Every citation was correct, every argument tight.
The rest of the week dragged like wet concrete. Every lecture, every glance across the room, felt charged. Vale never acknowledged what happened in his office. He marked papers, explained theory, dismissed class with the same clipped precision. But his eyes found mine more often now—lingering just







