LOGINTyler's POV
Quin and I didn't really play any drinking games. It was probably just his way of making me drink with him. I couldn't remember how we got to his room. Fuck. I drank too much. My eyes felt heavy, I could barely stand. I saw a figure moving towards me through my blurry vision. I rubbed my eyes to see the figure clearly. It was Quin, taking off his shirt and pants. What the hell have I gotten myself into. If this was another prank I might end up killing him for real. He stood in front of me, leaned in and whispered. "Why do you still have these on?" he tugged at my shirt, then tapped my mask. Before I could think of a response which wasn't coming. Quin tore off the buttons of my shirt with one swift move sending them flying. Was he drunk too? Or was this another dream of mine. He must be, but I was scared to take off the mask so he doesn't recognise me. My brain wasn't braining at all, if even a word like that existed, a world where Quin actually wanted me . But we hated each other. I laughed at the thought. I must have laughed out loud because he yanked open my clothes with force. "Is this funny to you , Goldy?" What sort of stupid nickname was that? Was it my hair colour? Fuck ! It wasn't even golden, it's more like red or brown somewhere in-between. I almost lost my footing. His hands snake around my waist and held me in place for about three seconds but we ended up falling onto the bed,a bed I didn't even realise was there— Quin's body collapsed onto mine. "Oh!" I gasped "Get off me,Christ you're heavy." I tried to push him off me, my hands and legs weren't cooperative. "You and I but know you don't want me to, and besides you're my husband now." He lifted his muscular body from my lean frame. And showed me his fingers. He is probably fucking with me. And everything happening felt like a dream so it most likely was a dream. If this was a dream, I should make the most of it. Since dream Quin wants to be my husband then so be it. Besides, he's not bad looking. My body felt hot. And I could feel the heat spreading all over. Quin moved slightly above me, his naked body grinding over my now aching dick through my pants, sending weaves of electricity through me. Yeah fuck it. If dream Quin wants to fuck me then let him, besides I haven't gotten laid in a very long time. My dream should count. Right? I pulled him down and kissed him. The connection of our mouths sent waves of electric shock through my body. His bare chest to mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth as if searching for something. He tasted alcohol and something sweet. I passed my fingers through his soft hair , stopped and pulled him closer. The kiss became desperate and hungry. "Mmm.." I moaned into his mouth. He moved his body up, lined his dick to mine and began to rock his body on mine. "Mmmm..." I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. The only thing separating our hard lengths was the piece of clothing I still had on—pants. I tried to move him but he wouldn't budge. I peeled off my lips from his to get his attention. "What?" He sounded pissed and out of breath. " I need to take these off." I tapped my hips, referring to my pants. He lifted his naked body totally this time and I got to really look at him. His dick stood erect like it could drill a hole and it was big , probably seven inches or more, his body was soo... Fuck no. I wasn't going down that lane. Tyler, enjoy your dream and get on with your life when you wake up. I scolded myself. I quickly unbuckle my belt , zipped down and pushed down my pants and boxer briefs. I moved to the middle of the bed , Quin followed. "I told you you wanted this." He murmured. He leaned in and tried to kiss me but I avoided it. I don't kiss hookups. Let's just fuck and move on. I think he understood the no kissing rules when I avoided his kiss two more times. Good thing my mask was still in place. He moved away, spread my legs open and balanced himself between them. I lay sprawled on the bed. My dick really needed attention, Quin was too slow for my liking. The way his eyes roamed over my body didn't seem like he was disgusted. Dream Quin really must be blind. A sudden surge of excitement and anticipation coursed through me. I kept reminding myself that it was just a dream. I'll wake up in the morning, in my bed. And none of it will be real. He picked one of the pillows from the bed , lifted my ass and placed it under. The pillow wasn't too high but it was a bit uncomfortable. "Open up goldy." He ordered. I'll excuse the name calling since it was a dream. So I did as he said, and opened my legs wider. He spat on his hand and rubbed it over my hole. I jerked away from him at first, force of habit. But then I remembered I was willing to do this on my own. So I allowed myself to relax and enjoy what was to come. His finger went back to massaging my hole. "Ouu, fuck" I moaned. He pressed one finger in gently. He pulled out the finger and began to move slowly in and out in a continuous motion. He pulled out and spat on his fingers again and pressed into me, this time less gentle. “Oh!” I gasped Can fingers feel this good? Mine never did. His pace increased, as he fucked me adding another , malking it two fingers that felt like four. "Oh gods. Mm..." "Moaning like a little slut already, wait till you feel the real deal." He growled Dirty talk excused, cause obviously it was a dream. He pulled out completely. This time around he spat on my hole and on his huge dick. I was already licking precum and so was he. My dick needed attention too, I almost whined. He stroked his dick a few times, mixing the spit with precum, then lined it to my hole and pressed In. " Fuck. Fuck.Fuck fu...uck" The pain was more than I expected. He pushed in and was completely inside me. "Fu…ck." Him filling me up completely , made me forget the pain for a second. He began to move and the pain got mixed with the best feeling ever. Heat curled low in my stomach. He pulled out only to thrust back in with full force. "Ahhhh..." My voice echoed in the room. My scream did nothing to stop him. He pulled out only to plunge back in like a hammer drilling a nail into the wall, only it was different, the hole was me, and he had the nail drilling into me. Quin held my waist with both hands as he fucked into me mercilessly. Thrusting and slamming like he had a record to break "Ah. Ah. Yes. Right there . Ahhh..."Quin's POV I made the worst mistake ever. Drinking and getting drunk was never my thing, not to talk of getting married to someone I don't know. He ran away with evidence of the matrimonial but lucky for him Jake sent me a picture of us that was posted on the internet, but his face was fucking blur. Then there is my personal assistant who doesn't sit well with me but I want to find out why. His name sounded very familiar, probably like a rival or a fling from way back. I haven't done a deep background check on him yet but he looks interesting. I'm having dinner with my dad. I can't concentrate. He'll definitely notice something isn't right, he always does. "Sarah Blackmore has agreed to marry you." He said with a stern look. I stabbed the stake like it offended me. "Dad." " Or do you want me to ask Anthony about his son? He has a gay son?" My mom chipped in. My parents are insufferable. It took me the whole of college to build up the courage to tell them I like bot
Tyler's POV "Heir to the Makell Empire Allegedly got married to a man in Vegas" Below the headline was a picture of me wearing a mask and Quin standing opposite me putting a ring on my damn finger. Wait, why was I even panicking? It's not like anyone would recognise me. The picture was kinda blurry and besides I took the wedding certificate with me because it had my real name on it. Everything was basically against my happiness right now. After about three hours the door bell rang and Cassie walked in holding bottles of beer and a pizza box. God, I love her and how she knows exactly what I want. . Except she wasn't the only one. "Hello bitches." Kira's voice came in. Then there was Aron and Judy. "Is there a party I wasn't aware of?" I said looking at all my friends as they made themselves comfortable in my cramped up apartment. "We heard you're married, so we came to celebrate with our only married friend who didn't invite us to his wedding." Judy said in a calm but sarcas
Tyler's POV It couldn't be. How was Quinn seated behind the huge desk of the office of the CEO.Was I missing something ?" Good morning sir" my voice came out clearly hiding any form of suspicion. Thank goodness I was wearing glasses and I dyed my hair black last night . Although I did it because I hate answering questions about what's the actual colour of my hair."Sit"He ignored my greeting and ordered. A cold hearted bastard as usual.If only he knew what he did with me. How he made me moan nonstop, driving his thick long length in and out of me. I quickly pushed the thought back. It would be rude to spot a boner at an interview . And he'll probably murder me on the spot if he ever finds out I was the one. He hated me right from school. And he probably won't remember I was the kid from before.I sat down on one of the extremely comfortable couches in the office, my heart racing nonstop but I wasn't going to let it show. The office was cold but hot at the same time.Quin stood up
Tyler's POV I prefer dream Quin to real Quin. Real Quin hated me and was most definitely straight. He kept fucking and hitting my prostrate, earning more screams from me. At some point he pulled the pillow from under me , flipped me over and held my ass to the air. I was soo close to the edge. I stretched my hand to my dick and began to stroke it in time with his thrust. He slapped my hand away and began to stroke my dick himself. "Ahhh... Mmm..." He stroked me in time with his hard thrust, fucking and stroking , squeezing my tip. The only sound that filled the room was the sound of my constant moaning, his grunts and low growl, with the sound of skin against skin. I couldn't hold it in any more. It was too much. "I'm…I'm gonna come. Ahhhhhhh..." I cried out. An ear piercing scream escaped my mouth. Ropes of cum spurts coated the sheets . It was the hardest and longest I've ever released. Quin didn't stop stroking my dick. He only did when his movements became ragged and I kn
Tyler's POV Quin and I didn't really play any drinking games. It was probably just his way of making me drink with him. I couldn't remember how we got to his room. Fuck. I drank too much. My eyes felt heavy, I could barely stand. I saw a figure moving towards me through my blurry vision. I rubbed my eyes to see the figure clearly. It was Quin, taking off his shirt and pants. What the hell have I gotten myself into. If this was another prank I might end up killing him for real. He stood in front of me, leaned in and whispered. "Why do you still have these on?" he tugged at my shirt, then tapped my mask. Before I could think of a response which wasn't coming. Quin tore off the buttons of my shirt with one swift move sending them flying. Was he drunk too? Or was this another dream of mine. He must be, but I was scared to take off the mask so he doesn't recognise me. My brain wasn't braining at all, if even a word like that existed, a world where Quin actually wanted me . But w
Tyler's pov "You ungrateful piece of shit,” my mom yelled through the phone. “After everything I’ve done for you, Tyler. I even decided to keep you instead of flushing you out when I had the opportunity to.” It was nothing new, but the story was always new. “I told you I don’t have that kind of money,” I said calmly. “You told me you were working, didn’t they pay you?” she asked, anger lacing her tone. “Even if they did, it’s not much,” I replied, frustration edging into my voice. “I don’t care. Find it. You have seven months to come up with the money and send it. That’s the least you can do for your mother.” She ended the call. I hated my life. Ever since my dad died of liver cancer when I was twelve, my mom had spiraled—drinking, gambling, constantly taking out loans she couldn’t pay back, then guilt-tripping me into covering them. She also went as far as making her boyfriends touch me so they could pay her. In high school I survived on scholarships and had to go t







