Four Night Stand: Puck Me Zaddies

Chapter Two: The First Thing They Took Was Time Aria's Pov No one told me to move.That was the first thing that stood out.I stayed where I was, just inside the room, the door already closed behind me. The air felt different than the hallway. Thicker. Not warm. Just contained. Like sound wouldn’t carry the same way in here.The man near the wall didn’t shift his stance. His arms stayed crossed, his weight even. He wasn’t guarding the exit, but he wasn’t moving away from it either.The one sitting on the chair leaned forward slightly, elbows still on his knees. He watched my hands instead of my face.The one with the glass took a slow drink, eyes never leaving me.The one closest to the table tilted his head, just a fraction, like he was adjusting focus.I took two steps forward. Not because I was told to. Because standing in the doorway too long turned into hesitation, and hesitation read like weakness in rooms like this.“Before anything happens,” the calm voice said, “we talk.”I

Chapter Four ; A Night Of Four Aria's Pov “Arrrrrghhhhhhh!!!!!"I screamed, again his tongue tricks felt magical, I was already cumming in no time.I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes. None of my previous clients have ever given this type of satisfaction before, so suddenly I started feeling thankful that I got this deal.Immediately I cummed, the calm one paved the way and the possessive one watched me leak from his seat. I wouldn't call him a pervert but it seemed like they had some sort of deal, he was going to be the first to penetrate.I was right, he suddenly stood up from his seat and walked to me. He pulled me by the hair and dragged me up.“Undress me"I nodded without questioning. I was already dying in pleasure, I just wanted them to penetrate and relieve me but instead they stood and watched me undress this man. I hated him already, this was a punishment.I was done and all I wanted was to be devoured. I could take two dicks at once, but somehow I felt like I could

Chapter Six: The Rule That Didn’t Break Loudly Aria's Pov I woke before the alarm went off.The room was still dark. Not completely black, just dim enough that shapes stayed soft around the edges. The ceiling fan turned slowly above me, clicking once every few rotations. I lay there listening to it, counting the sounds without trying to. My body stayed still even though my eyes were already open.When the alarm finally buzzed, it felt unnecessary. I reached over and turned it off right away. The silence that followed felt heavier than it should have.I sat up carefully.The movement pulled a quiet reaction from my body. Not sharp pain. Not something that demanded attention. Just a steady reminder that last night hadn’t been a dream. I rolled my shoulders once, then again, testing how much movement it would take before the tension answered back.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood.The floor felt colder than usual. I stood there for a few seconds, feet planted, letting

Chapter Eight: The House Wasn’t Big Enough Aria's Pov I didn’t expect them to meet like this.If I’m honest, I didn’t expect them to meet at all. Not yet. Not outside the rules. Not in a space that had nothing to do with masks or dim lights or controlled silence.But life didn’t ask what I expected.It rarely did.I got home earlier than planned. The ride back felt longer than it should have, the city dragging itself past the windows like it was in no hurry to let me breathe. By the time I reached the building, my shoulders were tight from holding myself together too carefully.The hallway was louder than usual.That was the first sign something was wrong.Voices carried through the thin walls. Male voices. Familiar in tone, unfamiliar in place. I slowed my steps without thinking, my key already in my hand but not moving toward the lock.One voice stood out immediately. Calm.The kind that didn’t need to compete for space.Another voice answered it.Sharper. Younger. Still confident,

Chapter Ten: Lines That Started BlurringAria's Pov I didn’t sleep much after they left.Every sound in the apartment felt louder than usual. Pipes knocking. Someone moving upstairs. A door closing somewhere down the hall. I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling, letting the minutes stack on top of each other without trying to count them.When morning finally came, it didn’t feel like relief. It felt like exposure.I got up slowly and went through my routine without skipping steps. Shower. Clothes. Hair. I checked my reflection more than necessary, not because I was worried about how I looked, but because I wanted to make sure nothing about me gave anything away.The mirror didn’t tell me much.I made coffee and drank it standing up by the counter. My phone stayed where I left it the night before, face down, silent. I didn’t turn it over right away.When I finally did, there were no new messages.That unsettled me more than the buzzing had.I left the apartment earlier than usual.