Romans & histoires The Guy On The Couch

I could feel it. The house was eerie, apart from a hushed conversation in the living room. Reaching the end of the hallway, I saw two men sitting on the couch. One had his back on me, occupying the single sofa. I had the side profile of the other, who quickly lifted his brown eyes to mine. I recognize him from Granada, one of Klaus’ men. He looked much older than Kai; I’d put him in his early forties. He stood once he saw me, flashing a friendly smile.

Then something caught my eye - his jacket carelessly discarded on the couch where he'd been sitting earlier. Relief washed over me as I quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around myself for some semblance of modesty while simultaneously adjusting my bra straps so they wouldn't slip off again. My heart pounded in my chest as Karl, without uttering a single word, took a seat on the expansive couch that occupied the center of the room. The silence was deafening as he casually lit a cigarette, placing it between his lips with practiced ease. He drew in a puff of smoke, letting it fill his lungs before exhaling slowly.

My pulse spikes so fast it’s all I can hear—drumming in my ears, thumping against my ribs like a wild animal trying to escape. “You’re lying.” I chuckle humorlessly. “He’s not.” I shake my head. “Nope.” Couch Guy pops the p as if this is some casual fucking conversation. “You tried to murder Dante Morelli.” The room tilts. No—no, not just the room. The floor underneath me vanishes. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. The guy by the window steps forward, gaze unreadable. “And the only reason you’re still breathing is because we’re still trying to figure out how the fuck he survived that fall.”

My heart picked up. He is seated in a relaxed form on one of the couches, dressed in a blue shirt with the buttons left open and black trousers. God, he is awake.

I took off his shoes and socks and tossed them aside. "So where’s that apology now, huh? Snoring shitty dickhead!" I snapped. "Hmm... Cassy..." he moaned, his lips parting, his chest slowly rising and falling. Suddenly, my boring, worn-out couch had the best view in this whole place—thanks to him. The size of the couch made him look even bigger. But that wasn’t the best part. No. He was lying there like a darn model. I bit my lip and tried to look away—but my eyes betrayed me and landed right on his chest.

After all, the couch has seen more action than our bed lately, no sense in not keeping the necessities at hand. Jazz grins at me briefly when he sees my hunt has been successful, but when he tries to turn over I just lean into him, pinning him with my weight so that he has to stay on his back. Confusion remains on his face as he watches me squirt lube onto my palm, but he doesn't resist when I grab his cock and stroke it a few times, then nudge his right leg up towards the backrest of the couch so that I can reach his

he explains holding my attention. I was listening but I was more focused on his voice, just deep and smooth. His voice always sounds as if it was booming around, kind of echoing, I haven't grown so accustomed to it but I know it. "Deena?" Kalan calls softly, raising an eyebrow at me. "Hmm?" I ask blinking at him, "right, let's go" I hurry shoving him away from me. My eyes looked over the guy on my favorite couch, a few other guys were here, fully clothed I should add. The sun was already up but they haven't done anything to help him, there wasn't much they could do though.

 "She's a guy! " Hazel pointed towards the guy who's sitting on the couch with his shirt ripped off exposing his upper body lightly as he clutched onto his shirt ripped shirt with his hand by bringing the both ripped pieces together. "What do you think? Do you want to see his ding dong to make sure that he's a guy" Ashton said while wiggling his eyebrows and got smacked by the Zayden who's right next to him. Her mouth was wide open as if she saw All the avengers right infront of her.

A light blonde curly haired man lounged casually on a velvet couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him, completely at ease, his hand holding a remote, The glow from the enormous flat-screen TV bathed his face. My eyes widened as I realized what I was seeing. The unmistakable sounds and visuals of a very inappropriate scene filled the space. My cheeks burned instantly, and I froze, unsure of how to handle this bizarre situation. The man didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. In fact, he seemed amused by my horror. His dark sea blue eyes, sharp and playful, met mine. There was something about his eyes that pulled me in, unable to break eye contact with him. He leaned forward, his elbo

The sheets were as white as snow. “Youre awake, my little wolf”’ I jump to my feet realizing I am not alone. A man lay on the couch at the extreme end of the room shirtless with a coffee mug in his hand. his shirt off, his ocean-blue eyes staring back at me, with so much curiosity and wonder, his golden hair shining from the reflection of the sun, his muscles… oh my god, I will give anything to feel those sixpacks. “‘If you should continue staring at me in that manner, I may as well take you hear and now”’ I just realized all I had on me was a T-shirt which I assume to be his, with no bra and undergarments.