Piccolo Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

It was as if he had completely vanished from my life. I occasionally checked Twitter, but Ross hadn't posted a single update. Meanwhile, Laurel was posting almost every day. Petra Tower, Renaissance Hall, Imperial Galleria... In every photo, Ross and Laurel were touring all of Fellaton's famous landmarks together. The comments under their photos were full of enthusiasm. [Finally, Ross and his dream girl are together.] [Wow, Laurel, you and Ross are so perfect for each other.] [I can't wait for the wedding! I'll be your best man!]

Nicole felt happy to see that her son was quickly adapting to her family. He went from one set of arms to another, and everyone was delighted with him. They ate amidst laughter and jokes, and for the first time in a long time, Nicole felt truly free. After a while, she heard the doorbell ring. Nicole stood up and headed towards the door to see who it was. When she opened it, she was surprised to find Bruno standing in front of her. He had his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and jeans. Nicole looked him up and down, realizing that he still stirred up the same emotions in her. She cleared her mind to be able to speak.

Let's just say she isn't the kind of person you want to cross. Sienna wears a mini skirt so short it might as well have been a belt and a tube top that defied the laws of physics. Her perfectly styled dark waves frames her smug expression as she whispered something to Nico, her sharp gaze flicking to me with the kind of disdain that make me want to crawl back into the bathroom stall. I tried to sidestep, praying he will not notice me, but of course, that is a wishful thinking. "Piccolo," Massimo drawled, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist.

"Let me hear you." His tongue traced lower, teeth grazing my collarbone, then the swell of my breast. I was still wearing my bra—some flimsy thing I'd put on earlier under Nora's persuasion, not expecting anyone to see it. He hooked a finger under the strap and pulled it down, exposing my nipple to the cool air. The moment his mouth closed around it, I cried out. His tongue circled the hard peak, flicking, sucking, while his hand worked my other breast, thumb rubbing over the sensitive bud. I was trembling, my nails digging into his shoulders, my hips grinding against his stomach in desperate, uncoordinated movements.

LEANDER'S POV I held my little mouse close, tucked under the crook of my arm, splayed fingers applying pressure to her lower spine to keep her exactly where I wanted her-no distance between us, not even an inch. The pert mounds of her breasts pressed against my side, her two hardened nubs, the evidence of her arousal, poking into my chest. Her little hands rested flat against my back and right pectoral muscle. She was a perfect fit tucked under the crook of my arm, her tiny shape molded and created for me, two halves of one whole, just right together.

Without warning, I felt his fingers trail up and unzipped my pants, flittering underneath to grab my cock that was as hard as steel for both him and Stephanie. I couldn’t take it anymore or pass it off as an unintended touch this time around and I gripped his wandering wrist. I summoned all the anger I could and turned to face him, whispering, “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” He smirked, subtly trying to free his wrist, “Not like you aren’t enjoying it Piccolo.” I scowled at him, trying to keep my voice low as not to rouse Stephanie’s suspicions, she would probably be disgusted if she saw this.

I grabbed my perspirant and sprayed a little under my armpit. "I think that was two months ago, definitely two months ago." I replied. He whistled softly, just then the door opened, revealing Sandra. "Hi guys," She said out loud, jumping smoothly on her brothers bed. Alex groaned loudly, giving me a suspicious look, I looked away immediately pretending I was surprised. Sandra was wearing a black shiny short gown with knee booths. Her braids were parked in a bun, leaving out two single braids. "What is it Alex? So you do not want me to be visiting you again or what?" she asked.

Just another pretty little toy expecting to be played with. Elliot followed, already yanking champagne from the mini-bar like it was foreplay. She pressed herself into me—perfume thick, voice like syrup. “Aren’t you a man of mystery, Mr. Cross? Or should I say… intrigue?” I swirled the champagne in my glass, let her mouth skim my jaw, her fingers drift over my thigh like she’d won something. I wasn’t even there. I was with Lana.

His eyes trace my body, like I am naked, wanted, my nipples hardening against the thin fabric of my dress. I smile, tilting my head, letting my hair cascade over one shoulder. "And you look like trouble, Leo Carter." My voice is husky, you were in the same fantasy, but the heat coursing between my thighs betrays how badly I need this. I step closer, our bodies inches apart, the crowd fading into the background.

The waitstaff hustled to serve customers who seemed increasingly impatient. Bianca stepped inside the nightclub, the sound of her chain boots echoing as she walked, her eyes scanning the crowd for someone. She wore a pair of shorts that barely covered her backside and dark thigh-high socks. The crop top she worn struggled to contain her huge breasts, but she didn’t care. Chewing gum and blowing bubbles, her gaze darted around until she spotted Marco engaged in conversation with a group of men. Their demeanor suggested they were mafia bosses, but no one could be compare to Alessio when it came to exuding a frightening aura.