The Guy On The Couch 소설 & 이야기

“In the best fucking way.” I leaned down—still shaking—and kissed him once more. Slow. Deep. Tasting the salt on his tongue. When I pulled back, my eyes found Tattooed Guy. He had been watching the entire time. Leaning against the arm of the couch, one hand lazily stroking his thick length through his open jeans. The black ink on his arms and chest gleamed under the red lights—swirling patterns that disappeared beneath the waistband. His mask was simple, dark, but his eyes burned.

He didn’t have any pictures, but there were posters of old musicians like 50 Cent, 2 Pac, and co, hanging up instead. His living room was small, but comfortable. A flat-screen TV sat in front, as well as a glass coffee table, and four soft couches surrounded around it. Sophia and Adam sat on the long sofa, cuddling each other, while I sat on one of the other couches to their right, trying my best not to look at them. “Can I offer you girls anything to drink?” He stood up at last and asked. “I’ll take some wine,” Sophia said to him sultrily, crossing her legs over the other.

Minimalist paintings hung perfectly spaced on the walls, and just below the main entry was a sunken living room with designer couches circled around a sleek stone fireplace. Lily’s mouth dropped. “Are we in a house or a P*******t board?” Then we heard a soft, muffled moan. Lily’s head whipped toward the sound. “Um... what was that?” Another moan. Louder this time. We both exchanged wide-eyed glances, then slowly tiptoed closer to the sunken living room. And there, on the couch, was a shirtless guy with tattoos snaking down his arms, muscles flexing as he kissed a girl like he didn’t care who was watching. Well, this was his space and he hadn't noticed he had visitors.

I quickly sat up in the bed and my eyes widened because of the person who is now sitting comfortably in my long couch. Realizing that I am really seeing him, my eyes grew bigger once more. "Axis? What the hell? Why are you here? What are you doing here?" Consecutively and curiously, I questioned him that. This guy definitely sat like a king on that very long couch near my table at the side of my bed. His legs were even crossed and both of his hands were on the backrest of the couch, pretty glancing at me as if he is watching a nice movie.

I ask him. His forehead crinkles as he looks at me. “I’m thinking a lot of people, Bryntastic. ” “No one I know. ” “You know me. ” My stomach bubbles. “I do. ” We get our drinks and sit at a small table in the corner. There’s a guy on stage with his guitar on his knee, singing. He has a good voice, but not nearly as good as Steve’s. We drink our coffees and listen to the music. After a few songs the guy leaves the stage and a girl with dreadlocks comes on, carrying a guitar and a harmonica.

Wow. "You okay there, Delly?" I checked, stepping inside and tugging Zed in behind me as I pressed the back of my hand to her head as if I was checking her temperature. "Yeah, sorry, hyped up on caffeine. We're not sleeping much." That was understandable. There was a massive guy I didn't recognize sitting on the couch, with long dark blond hair up in a messy bun, and tattoos curving over his hands and up his neck, peeking out through the long-sleeved tee he wore. He was holding Felix, who looked like he was asleep.

I turned the corner toward the kitchen, expecting darkness, but the living room lamp was on, casting a dim, golden glow over the massive gray sectional. I froze. There was movement on the couch. At first, my brain didn't register what I was seeing—just a knot of limbs and the soft, wet sounds of skin slapping against skin—but then the guy shifted, his back muscles flexing under the light, and I saw the dark hair, the broad shoulders. It was Kolt. He was on top of a girl I didn't recognize, a blonde whose legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her head thrown back over the armrest as he thrust into her with a brutal, rhythmic intensity that made the whole couch shift.

I hesitated for a few seconds before turning the knob and stepping in. The room was dimly lit but a beautiful sight nonetheless with dark colours. It was a very wide space and almost made me wonder why one person needed so much space. This was an entire house for many people. I spotted him on the couch, assorted kinds of alcohol on the table. His bare chest was a glorious sight lightly inked with tattoos. Not to mention those prominent abs. He still had his mask on, but his thick, long,g, jet-black hair fell idly below his shoulder.

She roamed her eyes and looked for someone to join her for the night. And there she saw three guys sitting on the couch not far away from where she is sitting. The one that got her attention is wearing a black long sleeve folded in half and the first three of his button are opened. He's also wearing a black topsider. His masculine body turned her on. The guy is around 6'3 in height and has broad shoulders. She can't take away her eyes off the man. Minutes passed while checking how good-looking the man is, and their eyes met.

"Maybe there could be a plaque." "Good idea. I'll get right on it." I wiggled my toes. "You know, you could always just crash right here on the sofa. It's super comfy." The gaze Noah aimed at me was a mix of pity and patient disbelief. "Emma. This couch is the bomb for watching movies, hanging out, shooting the shit and enjoying a beer. But it's not a bed. And it sure as hell isn't a bed for a guy like me. I'd end up with a stiff back or cramped legs or broken shoulder when I landed on the floor halfway through the night."