Hot Mixed Guys Novels & Stories

"Damn, did you see that crew? Absolute stunners! I thought they were movie stars for a second!" “Forget celebrities, those five are like characters out of a high-budget video game. I could stare at them all night!" “They are way too attractive. I'd swap five years of my life just to have a shot with one of them!" Speculation swirled. "Three guys and two girls. Think any of them are single? If they weren't hiding in a private room, I'd walk right over and ask for a number!" The debate ended as reality sank in. “Give it up. Folks like that don't mix with us mortals. Just focus on your pizza."

When he sees what I was staring at, he laughs. "Never seen two dudes make out before?" He asks, voice curious. I shake my head, eyes darting back to the daring couple. Either no one else around them notices, or everyone doesn't care. "Sure, sober, some of these fuck holes are wound up tight." He snorts, then he raises a red solo cup and smirks. "But get a little liquid courage in them, and they turn into horny rabbits." I squeak, eyes widening when the bigger guy slips his hand into the back of the other guys jeans.

Here I am in my high-waisted swim bottoms with a flowy top that covers my body and I’m getting more attention from five smoking hot guys with their muscles and tattoos on show than any woman along the strip of private beaches. Lachlan, Arson, and Ransom are covered from neck to toe in tattoos. Ransom’s are black and gray where Lachlan is covered in color and Arson and Jase are between them with a mix of both. Jase only has tattoos on his upper body covered and Weston has just as few as I do. All the guys have C.H.A.O.S. and K.I.N.G.S. written across their knuckles. A valley ball rolls toward us. Five brazen girls jog over to us in their bikinis. “Hi. Sorry, we didn’t mean for the ball to fly

I looked up at them—two gorgeous, funny, ridiculously hot guys who’d just made me come harder than I ever had alone. “Yes,” I said. “Fuck me.”

Justine turned to face me head on. “Sure, Justine anything.” “Those guys, the three you went outside with, are any of them single? Because they’re HOT.” It took about half a second for me to feel this surge of anger well up in the pit of my stomach, my hands started getting all sweaty, and my teeth started to clench. I took a deep breath and responded calmly to Justine. “Technically, all three of them are single.” “Good to know. I hope I see them around again. Talk about smoking hot, if you’re into tall, dark, built, and gorgeous. Those eyes. WOW, I’ve never seen eyes like theirs.”

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup. "Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me. "Hey" I smirked, checking her out. Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt. 'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought. 'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again' "A friend of mine" I replied. "Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me. "So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.

I kept my head down, my cheeks burning, my stomach twisting and churning. A big guy stepped right into our path. He was gym-built, with shoulders that screamed ‘I play Rugby!” “What do you say to a night out with me and my brothers?” he asked, loud enough for the whole hallway to hear. “We love sharing. And we love girls with real spice.” I cursed under my breath. “You lots are bastards,” I said, my voice shaking but loud. I shoved past him, letting Cassie duck under his arm with me. He laughed, calling after us. “We just want to know what that ass feels like, stepsister! Chase Hunter can’t have you all to himself!”

But to my surprise, she responded in an extremely gentle manner. Casually, she said, "I can help you if you want it. I'm your wife. What are you afraid of?" I felt the tension leave my body immediately. I waved my hands repeatedly, saying, "No, that's not necessary. Let's get back to watching the movie." The scenes on the television became increasingly explicit, to the point that my entire body began to burn with heat. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a warm and snug sensation of being enveloped down below. It came with a sucking motion, accompanied by something slick and tender sliding all over me.

“You keep tempting me. Maybe you deserve to be punished.” Before I could answer, he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. My heart was beating wildly as he moved closer, and when he slowly pushed himself inside me, I gasped softly. I grasped his strong arms tightly. “Lucien… when did you get hot?” I whispered breathlessly. He smirked at my words. Without warning, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them gently above my head as he began moving inside me. His thrusts were fast but controlled, sending waves of heat through my body.