Hot Mixed Guys Novels & Stories

"Shall I tell you about it?" "No, please don't tell me about the time you shagged a girl... of course I want to hear about it, what the fuck," he yelled, laughing. I snorted. "Typical guy." "Shan, when a hot girl says she's got lesbian tendencies... that's right up there in the top three of every guys' fantasy list." "Hot girl?" He thumped the back of my head. "Don't act dumb, it demeans you." "I think I'm attractive, not hot, Olly."

They can't hear us of course. "Oh my, look at the hottie in the small black spanks. Oh yeah they barely cover his package." Cindy drools. "I don't think they are called spanks. The correct name is speedos." I reply laughing. "My new favorite color is green." Tammy replies as she eyes the guy in the skin tight green shorts. "Well, if we are choosing hottest guy, I like the one in stripes." Kim replies. "How about you Steph?" Cindy asks. "I don't have a pick." I reply as I stare at the gorgeous hunk in the black swim shorts.

Like he’d suddenly realized I wasn’t some pampered billionaire’s wife taken from a shopping trip. I opened my mouth. “I was—” “Not like we care,” he cut in coldly. The other men burst into laughter. Harsh, ugly laughter that bounced off the concrete walls.

Meanwhile, Kaivan chose the long-barreled H&K MP5, produced in Germany. They spent over two hours having fun. Kaivan and Edward seemed to be the most enthusiastic about competing against each other. "I give up..." Edward shouted, raising both hands. Kaivan turned to him and smiled contentedly. While Edward approached Kenzi and Richard, who were already sitting in the waiting area, Kaivan decided to rinse off the sweat from his body. "You two are crazy!" Kenzi shook his head, watching Edward and Kaivan having so much fun they lost track of time.

damn he is hot. When he crawls up on the bed, and makes his way between my legs, I can see the bulge that is threatening to pop from his boxers. Instantly my hands reach out and touch the soft flesh of his chest and shoulders. A hard and passionate kiss to my lips makes my core burn stronger. Our hands roaming over each other, the slick sheen of perspiration making our hands slide over the grooves of muscle and bone, caressing every swell of flesh that makes us uniquely ourselves.

scratch that the most ugly man i have ever seen stepped out of the car Jeez his looks could kill , from his manly flawless face to his beautiful lips and oh my God his physique, his muscles were literally trying to rip - off his shirt... gosh i think he's a greek God Who the fu***ing hell are you " his sexy voice brought me outta my trance"

Why don't you just admit you have the hots for me? Devan ~”The only thing that is hot for you is my hand that is going to smack your face.” Rey ~”Hey at least there is some part of your body that is hot for me. Why don't you slap me and see if something else gets hot.” Devan ~”Your face is the only other body part that is getting hot here.” Rey ~”Oh that is what you think.” Devan ~”The only raise you getting out of me is an eyebrow.”

by Terra. "Bless my eyes! They're so hot!! They'll make a lovely CP~" by eating popcorn everyday. "IKR?! OH~ I thought I was the only one!!" by Kyler's babe. "The other guy's who?" by Linear equations. "Jack Johnson, number one hottie in our class, check it out! A normal but actually hotter than an alpha! he's way hotter than Daren!!" by a foreign queen. "So what? Is still prefer Daren! Daren~ forever~ I vote Daren x Jerry ship~" by my Pomeranian little brother is too cute.

“Well, isn’t it obvious? If he kisses like that then he is obviously going to be a stud in the sack and you know what that means…” “Um, hot sex and orgasms for days?” “No, it means he’s just like Callum and Ryan and Garth. Hot, sexy arseholes. It’s like the crazy/hot scale that guys use for girls.” “What?” “You know, on How I Met Your Mother? The crazy/hot scale except it’s the arsehole/orgasm scale. You have to balance how many arseholes you can deal with to how many orgasms you can get out of him. Obviously, the more orgasms the more of an arsehole he is allowed to be.”

First, I gather my hair at the back of my head and secure it with a pen, then I pass my water bottle for Suzanne to drink, and I try to play with the accounting girls while I distribute strawberry gum, even so I feel my heat rising, so I take one fan from my purse and I start fanning myself God how hot the place gets when there's no air conditioning. At that moment, one of the men who were leaning in a corner of the elevator is closer to me and holds me by the elbow, they are sexy tall, muscular men looking like they practice very well in the gym, they must not be over 30 years old... Their glossy hair, the muffled heat makes the place hot, the sweat of their bodies, show that the gym was wo