The Guy On The Couch Novels & Stories

Only lucky people got to be in a space like this. I located a couch and sat on it. I wasn't even the only one on it. There was a girl on one of the armrests, her arms hugging the cushion, hips arched upward. And that guy behind her with that huge dick slamming her asshole. He seemed to know how to fuck real good. I crossed my legs, relaxed my neck on the headrest and sipped my drink. I paid for it after all. I just watched, my legs tapping on the floor, moving to the beat of the music... Or maybe the sound of their moans.

I could see posters of beautiful tattoo jobs displaced on the walls. "This one looks fierce" pointing to the wall, I said to Jason. "Yeah, but that isn't what I want. I want something unique" he rubbed his arm. "Heyo! Cart-vanger! Wake-up!" He yelled in his ears. "I'm up, I'm up." Cartel grunts in his snore as he jerked up on the couch in shock. He lets out a loud yawn, smacking his lips as he stretched out his arms in the air, revealing his hairy pits in that torn singlet. Then he scratched inbetween his bum lines and got up from the couch. Ooh.. A hefty man with a boner in his underwear.

I turn, my gaze falling on a hooded man, sitting on the couch with his head down. "Hi," I beam, striding over and it's so quiet that all I hear is my heels clicking on the floor. The strange man hums, letting his hands fall to his sides and there's something familiar about his built. He has broad shoulders, long legs and he's completely dressed in black. He's mysterious, but he's calm and silent, which makes this a little awkward. A song starts playing through the built in surround sound speakers on the corners of the walls and I start dancing for him.

A woman in her red tight dress with a guy who was holding her on her waist. Maezhei froze upon recognizing who they were. --hidayawu--

I almost run into his back from my rubbernecking when he stops at a semi-circular desk area with a large coffee machine set to a side. "Two coffees, one black and one with sugar," Trey shouts in the direction of the guy behind the machine before he turns us around again. The quick movements start to give me whiplash. I couldn't be happier to see the three orange-ish couches in a circle centered around a large coffee table in the middle. On the couch to our right, the guy I met as Finn on Thursday sits with his arm around a skinny woman with dark brown curly hair. Both their mouths are slightly open and she looks back at Finn with an unasked question in her eyes. Shock?

In the huge room, he is laying on the couch with his hands laying akimbo along with his legs. A young man is seated on the opposite side with a tablet in his hand and he keeps scrolling the screen. When he stops, he types something on the screen and moves on. He does this for a while before looking away and staring at the tall man laying down. He shakes his head and then speaks, “To be honest, if someone ever told me that I could see you this humbled and distracted? I would have bet all my riches on it that it would never happen. But then, right before me, you are acting this way.”

Ruby gripped her tray like a shield, scanning for an empty table. That’s when she saw him. Kai Kingston. Standing in the center of the room like the sun— and everyone else orbited him. He wasn’t even trying. He stood there in a simple gray hoodie and dark jeans, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms that definitely didn’t belong to someone who “didn’t care.” His hair was a perfect mess, he laughed like he owned the oxygen supply, and people practically leaned toward him when he spoke. It was disgusting. But also unfairly attractive.

If Dominic really has developed feelings for me and wants a future with me—a healthy one—he’ll agree to protect Gianna. I step into the hallway and turn the corner, slamming face-first into Gianna’s back. I stumble back a step, rubbing my nose. “What the hell…?” She’s staring into the living room for some reason, frozen in place. When I move to look around her, I notice what’s caught her attention. A man sits on our couch. A stranger. He looks… out of place. Comfortable in a way that says he doesn’t think he’s out of place at all. Dark suit, dark slicked-back hair and a faint scar above his brow. He wears a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

But got no answer. I knocked again. The moans only got louder. That was it. Patience wasn't my thing. I kicked the door open right there. And the sight that greeted me made my stomach twist. A blonde-haired guy, was f*cking a girl on the couch, both half-naked, completely shameless. He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as he realized someone was in the room. “What the f*ck, man?” he barked. The girl yelped, clutching the nearest blanket before scrambling off him and running toward the hallway.

There’s an itch that needs to be scratched deep in me, and only a cock can do that for me. “That was a lot,” Thirst Trap laughs as he reaches for the tissues on the table, scrunches a bunch and cleans up the cum that leaks out of me. I don’t protest, even if a part of me wants him to leave it there. “I swear that had me emptying my balls.” I laugh at that as he pulls his shirt above his head, flings it somewhere across the room, and heads to the water dispenser, his flaccid cock bobbing as he walks. “What about you, gentleman?” I turn towards First Guy and give him a wink before lowering my eyes to his bare lower body. He’s significantly harder than a minute ago, but not hard enough for a go