LOGINAfter my classes for the day, I didn't waste any time heading back to the dorm.
It was only 6pm and I was so excited. I cleaned up and waited for 9pm. By 8:40 pm I got a text from Jennie You better not be doing what I think you are doing. I typed back immediately Ha ha. Very funny. You should be happy I'm happy. She didn't text again but I knew what she was talking about. Telling her about Adrian was not an easy thing but she was the only friend I could talk to that is not cole. Oh poor Cole. A knock on the door dragged me out of my thoughts. I walked to the door, inhaled then exhaled before opening the door. My breath seized. Adrian was at the door looking edible in a tank top. Hair looks wet and messy but hot. "Are you gonna let me in or..." I moved aside quickly and let him in. I locked the door and double checked that it was actually locked. " Soo..." My mouth hung open at the sight before me. Adrian took off his top and his body had me drooling. It wasn't the first time seeing him without a top but right at that moment I wanted to explore his body with my tongue. Before I could go further with my thoughts his mouth was in mine. He pushed me back and my back connected with the door. The pain shot through my body but I ignored it because the heat sipping from Adrian's body was more important. "Mmm..." He tasted like mint and something sweet. He pulled away. "Fuck." He muttered His mouth found the nape of my neck. He sucked and bit down on it like it was his favourite snack. My head felt hazy for a second as jolts of electricity spread through my body. He spun us around and carefully walked in the direction of... No no no, he wasn't actually thinking of... Oh my God. He opened Cole's door with his free hand while the other was around my back holding me in place, as he kept sucking. That was definitely going to be very obvious by morning. But like I said. I don't mind. In a few seconds my clothes were gone from my body and so was his pants. He pushed me into the bed, picked the lube from onto the bedside table. He poured generous amounts on his dick. My mouth watered as I watched him stroke his perfectly erect cock. I was hard too. I haven't gotten any release the whole day because I was anticipating this. "On your stomach." That's saying that action speaks louder than words. Yep. I believe now. I quickly turned. The bed deepened beside me. I was dying of anticipation. His palm connected to my ass. "Christ!" He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust in completely in one go. "Ahhh..." I felt full. "Your hole is so greedy." He leaned in and whispered to my ears. His breath on my skin, while he was inside me made my brain short circuited for a second. "I...I still think this is a bad idea." I said He pulled out slowly and slammed back in with one swift move. Making my brain go blank for a second. "No you don't. And we both know it." At least I tried to stop it. I tried to grab something, anything but the sheets was all I could hold onto. His movements continued as he pulled out and pushed back in, in a slow but steady rhythm now. " Ahhh...mmm..." I bit into the sheet to suppress the sounds I was making, but apparently it annoyed Adrian. "AHH. Fuck." He smacked me and across my ass. " I want to hear it." His pace increased. "Oh god. Yess..." He fucked into my hole faster and harder, like he hadn't been gentle few seconds ago. My hold on the sheets tightened. "Ohh yess. god please" He thrusts a few more times then he flipped me over without pulling out. He positioned both my legs over one of his shoulders and began to slam back into my hole. " Ah ah AHH..." "Your hole is such a slot for my dick." He growled not once stopping his hard thrust. " Yes. I want it." I didn't care if what I was saying made any sense. Adrian spread my legs open, leaned in and fucked me like it was the last time. I hope it is t. "Please. Please don't stop. Ahhh ." "I don't plan to." His mouth captured my swallowing every sound threatening to come out for a while before letting go. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, my nails digging into his back. But he didn't stop or reduce his pace. The moment he hit my sweet spot I swear I saw stars. "AHHH..." He began to fuck me harder hitting the same spot. "Shit. Fuck. Ahhh..." He lifted himself slightly and his hand found my aching leaking cock. He stroked me with his hand. My hold around him loosened. The only sound that filled the room was that of his skin slapping against me. He stopped stroking me and pounded into my hole. His movements changed. I began to stroke myself hard. I wouldn't last another minute. Jets of cum began to spill out all over my chest. My body vibrated like I was just electrocuted. "AHHHH..." Adrian fucked me through my orgasm and not long after he came. "Fuu..uck..." His body jerked a few times before he collapsed on top of me. We stayed like that for some minute, before he stood up, picked up his pants and took out his phone. "He'll be back in twenty" I hate how he speaks like a robot sometimes. But then he has a dick that compensated me for all his wrong doing. I was spent, but seeing him naked like this in front of me was making me hard again. I stood up, picked up my clothing and headed straight for my room. "He has two more group reading things this week." I was just a step outside Cole's door when I heard it. I paused. But continued walking without looking back. He knew I was desperate for him, but he didn't know to what extent. I tend to show him but not now. The next morning I came out of my room to find Cole and Adrian snuggled on the couch. Adrian kissed my best friend the moment he noticed my presence. His eyes were on me the whole time they were kissing while my best friend's eyes were closed. I was already dressed and ready for school. Being the captain, Adrian had council morning practice that day. So I had only lectures. I wanted to move. My legs didn't bulge. After what felt like forever, he winked at me before finally ending the kiss. "You're off to lecture this early?" Cole asked, looking amused. If only he knew. " Well, you're not the only student here you know." I said. "See you tomorrow. I have a reading session for my project presentation." Wow. So his beloved boyfriend was right. "Yeah see you tomorrow."I said to him then my eyes moved to Adrian. See you tonight. I said in my head. Poor Cole. I don't regret fucking his boyfriend though. It would be our dirty sinful secret.Elias's pov I thought Roman was going to kill me the moment he found out I was a cop, instead of a street thief but he surprisingly did not. He was the first person to have figured out my identity this fast. The door clicked shut behind Roman, and the silence that followed was deafening. I stayed in the cold metal chair, cock straining painfully against my jeans, every nerve still buzzing from the places his hands had been. My shoulders ached with the ghost of his thumbs. My chest still felt the press of his fingers. I dragged in a shaky breath and tried to force my body back under control. It refused. Heat pulsed low in my gut, steady and humiliating. I was harder than I had been in years, and it was for the man I was supposed to put in prison. What the fuck is wrong with you? I stood abruptly, pacing the small office like a caged animal. The ledgers on the desk mocked me. Evidence, names and routes. Everything I needed was probably in this room, and all I could think about was
Elias’s POVThe warehouse smelled of oil, gunpowder, old blood, and men who had stopped giving a shit about the law a long time ago. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow that made the shadows look deeper. I stood in the middle of the open floor with my hands loose at my sides, trying to look like I belonged. Shoulders relaxed and breathing steady. The name on the fake ID in my back pocket said Eli Vargas, while the badge locked in a drawer across the city said Officer Elias Kane. Six months of undercover work, three different covers, and more sleepless nights than I could count had led me here—into the heart of Roman Voss’s operation.Roman Voss did not look like a man who needed an introduction.He sat on the edge of a scarred metal table like it was a throne, sleeves rolled up thick forearms, a cigarette burning between two fingers. Dark hair pushed back from a face that belonged on a wanted poster and a high-fashion editorial at the same time. W
Leo's pov The moment I turned around and saw Dante, my heart nearly stopped. But he didn't seem to care. My pulse slammed so hard I felt it in my throat. For one terrifying second I was certain he was going to kill me right there. Put a bullet between my eyes the way he had put one in my father. End the loose end once and for all. “Is it true?” The question scraped out of me, barely louder than a whisper. Dante didn’t answer. He didn’t even blink. He simply lowered the mug, walked past me without a word, and stepped into the security room. The door clicked shut behind him. Then Silence greeted me. Then a few seconds later I heard two sharp, muffled gunshots. My heart dropped into my stomach. I couldn’t move. My feet felt glued to the dark wood floor. A few seconds later the door opened again. Dante stepped out alone, expression still perfectly calm. He didn’t look at the guards’ bodies. He didn’t wipe anything off his hands. He just looked at me. I should run or scream for hel
Leo's pov “Please.” The word slipped out of me before I could stop it. I didn’t even know what I was begging for. Mercy. More. Harder. For him to stop teasing and just end me. Everything and nothing at once. "Ahhh..." Dante’s hips kept moving in that same cruel, grinding rhythm—deep enough to make my toes curl, slow enough to keep me right on the edge without tipping over. Every time the thick head of his cock dragged across that swollen place inside me, my vision sparked white and my breath stuttered. The stretch burned in the best and worst way possible. I could feel every ridge, every vein, the way he filled me so completely there was no room left for anything else. My own cock lay heavy and leaking against my stomach, untouched, so hard it hurt. Precum dripped in sticky strands onto the wrinkled black fabric of the maid dress, darkening the cheap material. I reached down without thinking, desperate for any friction, any relief. His hand cracked across mine, sharp and sti
Dante's pov Leo lay exactly where I’d left him—on his back in the center of my bed, legs spread wide, the cheap little maid dress still hiked up around his waist like an invitation. My cum streaked the insides of his thighs in thick, shiny lines and soaked into the sheer black stockings. His hole looked swollen and used, pink and glistening, twitching every time he took a shaky breath. The ridiculous headpiece had fallen off somewhere during the first round and now lay forgotten on the floor. His cheeks were flushed dark, lips parted and kiss-bruised, eyes glassy and unfocused. Perfect. Exactly how I wanted him. I poured myself another measure of whiskey and lit a cigarette, watching him from the edge of the bed while the smoke curled toward the high ceiling. He didn’t try to close his legs. Didn’t reach down to cover himself. Good. He was learning fast. Six painful months. That was how long I’d waited for this exact picture. The first time I saw him was in a photograph his father
Leo's pov I stood there long after Dante disappeared down the hall, rain still dripping from my hair onto the dark wood floor. My heart wouldn’t slow. Fear sat heavy in my chest, but underneath it something hotter and more dangerous kept twisting. The bathroom attached to the room he’d pointed me toward was all black marble and gold fixtures. Hot water pounded over me, washing away the alley’s stink of blood and rain and fear, but it couldn’t touch the way my skin still burned where his hand had been. I scrubbed until I was pink, then stepped out and dried off with a towel soft enough to feel like a joke in a place like this. On the bed waited a neat stack of black fabric and white lace. A maid costume. Tiny black dress with a white apron, ruffled edges, a little headpiece, sheer black stockings, and a pair of heels that looked like they could kill. No underwear. No pants. Just that. I stared at it for a long time, pulse loud in my ears. He wanted me in this. I just bec
Two months ago when my mom called to say Rhys was coming home for Thanksgiving I'd said great, cool, can't wait in the most convincing voice I owned and then sat on my dorm room floor for twenty minutes doing absolutely nothing.A year.Three hundred and sixty five days of distance and silence and
It was finally Thursday. And guess what? I was handling it very maturely by not thinking about it every single second of every waking hour. Scratch that. I was not handling it maturely at all. out of excitement I even had to call my sister to tell her about it, because she was the only one
I lost count of how many times I jerked off to the image of Adrian watching while I stroked myself until my cock was spent. The next morning I couldn't stop thinking about it too during swim practice. And the one after that. Cole had a thesis paper due in three weeks and had essentially relocat
Cole sent me a text around 9pm. At the library till midnight. Don't wait up. Adrian might stop by to grab my hoodie. I stared at the message for longer than necessary then tossed my phone face down on the bed. Adrian might stop by. Well that's fine. It's cool. Completely fine. I lasted abou







