Hot Mixed Guys Novels & Stories

The door swung open and four insanely hot guys stepped inside. I felt my jaw drop as I froze.. Tall, Muscular… Their bodies were on another level; broad shoulders, visible abs through semi-transparent shirts, sharp jawlines, and that dangerous aura I’d only ever seen in movies. Nothing like the modest, church-going boys I was used to. I watched as they came in, their muscles reflexing. One of them locked eyes with me immediately. “Hey, pretty…” he said, his deep voice sending a strange shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard. “M-Me?”

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

I can barely stand without support, my body is so hot and sore with need. The group of men inside the room are all busy with their work. There are other women there too, most of them in very skin-tight dresses in various bright colors or animal prints, massaging the shoulders of the men gathered around the poker table. Men with tattoos covering most of their skin smoked cigars and wore fedoras while drinking various glasses of expensive alcohol. Their women bent over backward practically trying to please them, bending over on demand to pick up chips. It looked like a scene from a gangster movie, and maybe that was the point. It was so cliche as to be ironic.

"Me neither. But damn it feels good. Look at how wet you are already." The air got thicker. Our breaths mixed with the steam. My balls drew up tight. Jake spread his legs wider. His cock stood straight up now. Thick veins popping. Head dripping. He stroked faster and moaned soft. I did the same. Hand sliding up and down my shaft. The wet sound filled the room. This was supposed to be just two straight guys sweating it out. But the blackout and the burning heat had turned it nasty. Our cocks pointed at each other. Hard and leaking. Ready for more. I could feel the fire building between us and it was only getting started.

I wound my way around the next guy, letting my fingers skim the hard length of another bobbing member as I continued. The steam of the room had given everything a moist sheen, as if we’d already fucked and were covered in each other’s sweat. “I know you’re dying to feel my hot, wet pussy around your cock. I’ve seen you watch me out there during practice. I know you want some of this,” I said, bracketing my pussy with both hands as if offering prettily. “Come on, Jonathan,” one of the guys said urgently, watching me through lust-hazed eyes. “She’s fucking hot!”

"Too much for you, my little whore?" No. Yes. I don't know anymore. All I know is the heat of his body against mine, the unbearable pressure of his cock inside me, and the eyes. Everywhere. Dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on us, eager, aroused. The woman with glistening lips now has two fingers buried inside her, her hips undulating to the rhythm of Kael's thrusts. The man who was masturbating earlier moans, his hand moving faster, harder, as if he wants to climax at the same time as me. "You feel them, huh?" Kael growls, his hips slamming against my backside with every push. "They're watching you. They want you to come."

His thick hands crashed into my butt cheeks, squeezing softly. “Ugh,” I whimpered, my chest rising and falling, one mind whispered ‘run’ but my feet remained rooted. The rain outside grew heavier, drumming against the glass like it approved, wind swaying in and out smoothly. Heat rushed through me as his lips took in my lower lip, sucking hardly on it, making my nipples tighten against the fabric of the sleeveless I wore underneath the sweatshirt. Williams groaned softly against my mouth. One hand slipped under the hem of the sweatshirt, his palm hot sliding back up to my bare waist, the skin under his palm had grown hot too as he rubbed my bare waist.

Kristin slid around on her stool, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor as she spotted the man who'd entered the pub. Talk about a hot man on the hoof. She guessed his height at about five ten, with neat, short brown hair, a muscular compact body accentuated by the T-shirt stretched across his shoulders and the jeans that emphasized his strong legs. Even in the low light of the bar, she could see he had about a three-day scruff decorating his jaw line, just enough to be sexy and send out a message to her misbehaving hormones.

Some hot, breathtaking guys sat back with drinks in their hands, with a few girls on their laps, making out, while a couple didn’t even bother looking ashamed, as his hand was up in his girl's skirt, her legs spread across his lap as he fingered her right there. Her soft moans filled the lounge but were covered by the music. I froze, swallowing, while my whole body remained stiff. My eyes moved to the side landing on another guy who seemed to be wearing something entirely different from the rest of the guys. Fuck. Here I was thinking Mr. Blackwood was hot. This guy was... ten times hotter. I mean a younger version, like Mr. Blackwood if you added every beautiful sin included and every tempta

"First of all… that was the most impressive pile of lies I have ever heard in my life. You basically told her my body made you horny and she said ‘oh goodie, I’ll be naked upstairs!’" I shook my head, grinning wickedly, stepping closer to him again. "Second of all… Mr. Cold Stone Billionaire… you are way dirtier than you look. Who knew? Under all those suits and rules… you’re a manipulative, lying, sexy devil. Honestly? I’m impressed. And a little bit turned on, if I’m being honest."