The music throbbed like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the floor and up her spine. Strobe lights flickered above, painting the room in fleeting shadows, but her attention was locked on two men across the bar—both dark-haired, tattooed, and smoldering like sin carved into flesh.
She hadn’t planned to dance tonight, hadn’t even planned to flirt. But her heels were already moving, hips swaying with the bass as if her body had made the decision without her. One of them—tall, with a silver ring through his bottom lip—caught her eye and smirked. He loved her dance moves and the way her guardless br**sts jiggled beneath her sleeveless v-cut slit dress. The second leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Then both of them were walking toward her, and suddenly the crowd didn’t exist anymore. “You look like you could use a little danger,” the lip ring murmured, his voice a gravelly caress. She smiled and turned her face away and continued dancing to the music. He unexpectedly pulled her by the waist. Her hand rested on his chest and she looked up at him. “We’ve got a place,” he whispered, tucking a stray curl behind her ear with surprising gentleness. “Private. No rules. Unless you want them.” A jolt of excitement clicked in her. She turned to the other man standing near and he nodded with an unreadable expression. She pulled herself away from his arms and gestured for them to lead the way. It should’ve felt reckless. Going with two strangers to somewhere unknown was wild but her desire overrides logic. As she let them guide her out into the warm city night, the loud music of the bar slowly faded. All she could feel was the thrill licking at her skin like fire. The ride in the back of their sleek black car was filled with tension—charged glances, fingers brushing on leather seats, her pulse racing faster with every turn. When they finally stepped into the elevator of a high-rise downtown, silence draped over them like a spell. Only the hum of anticipation remained as the numbers ticked higher. The elevator chimed open and the lip ring gestured her forward. He came out next and the other man followed behind. The lip ring pushed open a white door with a silver handle and she stepped in. “So,” she said, spinning slowly in the center of their chic, dimly lit apartment, “what now?” The one with the lip ring stepped forward. “Now,” he said, tugging off his jacket, “we find out what happens when two becomes three.” He pushed her down to the bed, her hair rippled across her face, but she quickly brushed it aside and looked up. He straddled her on the bed and leaned in, sniffing in her cologne. “Uhh,” he moaned, “you smell so sweet, I guess your p**sy smells this same way.” She blushed and turned her face to the side. Her gaze met the other man seated on the couch, undoing his belt. She watched him zip down his trouser and hold his c**k firmly. He gave it a stroke and his eyes landed on hers. She turned away shyly. The lip ring leaned in on her. He guided his lips to her neck and kissed it. A kiss that gently developed into a suck. She let out a breath filled with soft moans, broken by shallow gasps as the cold ring on his lips tickled her skin. Overwhelmed by her burning desire, she clutched her legs tightly around his waist and swivelled her hips beneath him. He sucked lightly from her neck up to her jaws and cheeks. Her eyes shut close, and she reached to grab his neck but he was already lifting himself from her. He started unbuttoning his shirt. His c**k looked rock hard beneath his trousers and her juices dripped in her panties as she anticipated to see what it would look like in its bareness. Finally, he took off his trousers and unveiled his hard monster. She gasped and reached for her cl*t, rubbing it and moaning. The lip ring leaned forward between her thighs. He lifted her dress and held the elastic band of her panties and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He laid on her, looking fiercely into her eyes. Then he rubbed the tip of his huge d**k on her wet p**sy. “Oh, my goodness!” She moaned. Slowly, he started to stick it in, every inch of him going inside her made her quiver. She grabbed his neck and pulled him in to go even deeper. “Yes, please, fuck me,” she moaned as he began thrusting deep inside her. The other man on the couch sat silently as he watched them f**k. The stimulating view in front of him and his strokes on his own d**k made him moan silently. He stroked himself until there was a pre-cum at the tip of his veiny c**k. Then he stood up and went over to the bed beside her. He stuck a hand inside her dress and took out her watermelon b**bs. “god damn, she’s awesome,” he whispered underneath his breath. He squeezed it with great efficiency and his expertise while playing with her ni**ples sent ecstasy through her veins. She screamed and gripped the sheets tight. Two f**king hot men giving her pleasure had to be the best thing that had ever happened to her. His eyes darted to the fast, slurpy thrust of his friend's d**k in her p**sy. It was so f**king hot, he thought. He went on his knees and lifted her head to the position of his d**k. He held her in place and began f**king her mouth. A mumbling sound was the result of his fat c**k filling her mouth. The two men groaned simultaneously—one from the pleasure he got from her pussy and the other from his d**k hitting her throat. The lip ring withdrew his d**k from her p**sy with a long groan. He fell on the other side and lifted her to his top. The d**k of the other man fell off her mouth. On top him, She picked up his d**k and inserted it impatiently. She placed her hand on his chest and began grinding her p**sy on him. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her to his chest, moving his hips up and down that her p**sy swallowed his entire long d**k. His balls clapped on her a*s and she screamed with every thrust. Suddenly, she felt another d**k behind her trying to make its way into her other hole. He applied some lubes and started gliding inside her with practiced efficiency. Every inch of the second d**k going deeper from behind caused her to scream louder. She had prolly never felt anything as sweet as what she was feeling. The man behind gripped her a*s while he banged her with an increasing pace. And the lip ring man under her continued pounding her p**sy non-stop. “Oh, my, I'm gonna c*m, I'm gonna c*m!” she squealed ecstatically. “Punish me, yes, yes, yes, yes, urghhhhhh.” She groaned loudly and fell on the bed, squirting. They both followed her up. The lip ring man continued with her mouth and the other one inserted into her p**sy, banging her selfishly until they both felt their nuts rushing to burst out. They quickly pulled out and stroked their own d**cks, their c*m splattered over her body and the sheets. With a loud satisfied groan, they fell on the bed, their faces flushed. The three of them laid helplessly for minutes until their energy returned. They got up and quickly dressed. It was almost midnight by the time they stepped out to drop her off. The drive to her home was silent but you could tell from their faces that they were immensely satisfied with the f*ck.All I ever wanted was to be diligent—a model assistant, loyal to my boss, and focused on my work. I kept my head down, did everything by the book, and never gave anyone a reason to question my professionalism.But apparently, being caught “releasing tension” in the copy room changes how your boss sees you.This morning, his voice was cool, “Lila,” he said, without looking up from his desk. “I need you to declutter the copy room. Take out every useless document and clean the place up. New files are arriving this evening.”There was an edge beneath his words—too calm, too knowing. As if this was a punishment dressed up as responsibility. I simply nodded, cheeks warm, and headed toward the room like a good employee.The copy room smelled like toner and dust. I rolled up my sleeves, pulled my hair into a messy knot, and started digging through piles of old files. Most were outdated reports and training manuals—nothing exciting.But then, as I reached behind one of the lower cabinets, my f
I came to the island on a dare—to prove I wasn’t all talk. The brochure said "clothing optional." What it didn’t say was that the moment you step off the boat, you’re no longer in charge.It was supposed to be a getaway. A wild weekend before I turned twenty-five. But I hadn't expected the welcome ritual… or how it would feel to have his eyes on me—dark, commanding, amused—as the resort staff asked me to remove my clothes in front of strangers.I hesitated. My fingers trembled at the hem of my tank top. A few others had already stripped—confident, experienced, like they'd done this before. I was the outsider here. The city girl with fire in her eyes and zero idea what she’d signed up for."First time?" he asked.I looked up. The man wasn’t staff. He was a guest—bare-chested, sculpted like sin, with a crooked smirk that told me he knew exactly how unsure I was.I nodded. Barely. He stepped closer, and suddenly the air between us turned electric.“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “The first l
The elevator jolted hard, then froze with a gut-clenching grind. The lights flickered once… and then silence.I exhaled through my teeth. “Of course.”A beat passed. Then I heard it—that voice. That annoyingly calm, arrogant, too-smooth voice I knew like a bad habit.“Let me guess… you think this is my fault somehow?”I turned slowly, already dreading the sight I’d find—and there he was, leaned casually against the elevator wall like this was a joke. Like he wasn’t the one person I’d rather be stranded with a snake than share a square foot of space with.Callum Reyes.Top of the class. Top of every competition.And top-tier asshole, in my opinion.“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, folding my arms. “The universe just clearly hates me.”He smirked. “Maybe it’s punishing you for being so hostile to someone so charming.”I stared at him. “You are the most self-absorbed, manipulative, smug—”He held up a hand, mock-serious. “Careful. Insults are like confessions in reverse.”I rolled m
We hadn’t planned to end up in a one-bed motel room on the side of the highway after the departmental awards dinner. He had offered to drop me off but the rain had other ideas—and by the time the storm turned the road into a river, it was either this… or stay stranded together in his car all night.The rain hadn’t let up for over an hour.It beat against the motel roof like a war drum, relentless and cold—completely at odds with the heat simmering in the small, dimly lit room.I stood near the window, watching the water trail down the glass in messy rivulets, pretending I wasn’t hyper-aware of the man behind me. His presence filled the space—broad, calm, and dangerous in the way only something strictly off-limits could be.He was not just soaked, he was handsome in his wet state, looked hotter and a little younger despite the subtle strands of grey hair that highlighted his middle aged face. His dark shirt clinged to his chest, the faint outline of muscle visible through the thin fabr
The city felt different tonight.Like it was holding its breath.I tightened my coat around me as I hurried down the alley behind my apartment—the shortcut I always took, even though I hated how silent it got. No footsteps. No cars. Just the sound of wind and the distant hum of neon signs flickering to life.Then everything stopped.The wind, even the noise from the street behind me—like the world had been muted.I slowed. I wasn’t alone. I didn’t hear him. I felt him. Like the air itself thickened, coiling around my body with invisible fingers. My breath caught as I turned sharply, heart thudding.He stood there. Not five feet away.A man—or something close enough to one that my mind didn’t register the difference fast enough. Tall. Cold. Drenched in shadows like he belonged to them. His shirt was cut sharp and dark, but it was his eyes that rooted me. Crimson. Burning. Unblinking.Each step towards me felt like walking into a death knell. My feet pinned to the ground.“What… do you
The city felt different tonight.Like it was holding its breath.I tightened my coat around me as I hurried down the alley behind my apartment—the shortcut I always took, even though I hated how silent it got. No footsteps. No cars. Just the sound of wind and the distant hum of neon signs flickering to life.Then everything stopped.The wind, even the noise from the street behind me—like the world had been muted.I slowed. I wasn’t alone. I didn’t hear him. I felt him. Like the air itself thickened, coiling around my body with invisible fingers. My breath caught as I turned sharply, heart thudding.He stood there. Not five feet away.A man—or something close enough to one that my mind didn’t register the difference fast enough. Tall. Cold. Drenched in shadows like he belonged to them. His shirt was cut sharp and dark, but it was his eyes that rooted me. Crimson. Burning. Unblinking.Each step towards me felt like walking into a death knell. My feet pinned to the ground.“What… do you