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god, he wouldn’t mind if she bit him. “ no, of course. i just .. wouldn’t want you to think i had any ulterior motives or anything. ” can she tell how nervous he is ? fuck, he hopes not. “ or you know .. make you uncomfortable. you sure it’s fine ? ”
can't withhold the soft snort of laughter that escapes her. “ listen, ” she starts, holding her hands up in some half-hearted display of her innocence. “ we're both adults here. i think we can share a bed for a night or two without, i don't know, brutally murdering each other or copping a feel. or biting, if that iswhat you're worried about. ” hands rest on her hip. “ unless it's a problem for you. ”
"you're right, i don't but i'm a fast learner," the teasing comes naturally to him. flirting with pretty girls was second nature to him, but doing it with her carried this unfamiliar, electric edge that kept him on his toes. sets his beer down with a soft clink, his slow smirk widening as he takes in her eye roll. the fact that she didn't flat out defend guy's performance tells him everything he needs to know, and it takes everything in him not to laugh out loud at her attempt to deflect. "you're my roommate, i care about you. i need to make sure you're in a good mood at all times, and i'm pretty sure the sex you have been having is doing the exact opposite." leans in jsut a fraction closer, an innocent expression on his features. "i'm just looking out for the household peace. bad sex leads to bad moods, and bad moods mean you're meaner than usual." he lets his dark gaze drop to her petals for a fleeting second before bringing it back up to lock onto her eyes. "as for why i'm home?" he shrugs, a lazy, unbothered motion of his broad shoulders. "practice ended early, the guys went to some dive bar and i wasn't feeling it tonight."
deep brown of her eyes narrow, locked on his tall frame across the island from where she sat. suspicion curls in her gut along with something stronger, more visceral ––– an uncertainty that grows the longer this conversation goes on. what was his deal? hand drops from where chin was propped, arms cross over her chest, leaning back further as preston eases forward. innocence doesn't sit well on him, no matter how he seems to try at it. her tongue presses into the back of her teeth, lips pursing and curling as stares at him a moment longer ––– considering. after another beat : “ what are you doing? ” watches his gaze dip down to her mouth, and it only sends her wariness skyrocketing. “ why are you… ” meliha trails off, hesitating. as if verbalizing it will pop some bubble encapsulating this moment. as if acknowledging the elephant in the room will eviscerate any semblance of peace and sanity in their shared apartment. “ why are you flirting with me, when we both know — judging by the parade of blondes in and out of your bed — that i'm not your type? ” dark arches lift up toward her hairline. soft, sardonic laughter falls from her lips as palms press into the countertop, utilized as leverage pushing up off the stool to land on her feet. finally rolls her eyes ––– stark display that she's not buying it ; and sighing softly. “ whatever. i just came out here for a pot of tea before i went back to writing, ” meliha explains, rounding the island — in direction opposite of him — to get water boiling.
isn't sure why he bothers still dragging people here when the truth is inevitable : there's only one person that he really wants , and he's glaring daggers into him before he's sinking between another pair of thighs . he tries to be into it , attempts to show the woman a good time for the hassle of her being here ... but his focus is entirely devote to the blonde he can no longer see from his position . which , really , is it's own torture in itself . may not be able to see but he can certainly feel him . the dip of the mattress before his skin is brushing along his thighs that twitch at the subtle contact , his cock bobbing red , hard , angry in the air waiting for him . palms are dragging absentmindedly along paige's thighs as his tongue laps along her soaked folds , listening to her high - pitched moans and whimpers echo off of the walls . there's a drop of something wet that makes his cock twitch and then he's emitting a low , rumbling groan into femme's heaven at the warmth of his tongue . " mmmfuck .. " paige clearly thinks it's about her with the way she rocks her hips forward to ride his mouth but his jaw has grown slack for a second , his hips chasing kieran's lips . god , he's barely touched him and he's already ready to come undone like a prepubescent teenager . and then , he's settling on his lap and as strong palm wraps around him , his cock throbs in his grasp and he's muffling another filthy , needy moan against femme as he inches down on him . swears he sees fucking god himself as tight , merciless walls wrap around him and one hand is flying out to grip at homme's thighs , digging nails into it , a silent encouragement . his head falls back from her for a second , his knees bending as a delicate grunt emits and he's bucking his hips to rock into him deeper , " ride me . use me . " it's deep , and rough , and while paige takes it as a demand to her , clear as her fingers dig into his hair and she's grinding herself along his mouth , it's a plea to him .
could this woman not take any semblance of a hint? neither man had paid her a proper ounce of attention since kieran had crashed their little party : rowan’s mouth had quickly disappeared from between her legs to suck him off instead ; they hadn’t even pretended they were trying to give her an orgasm. if he weren’t so inclined to throttle her, the blond might have felt sorry for her. each too loud, hyperbolized moan was like nails on a chalkboard instead. even tasting the dribble on precum leaking from rowan’s cock failed to thoroughly distract from the nuisance of her presence. only head of his cock breaching the tight entrance of his ass manages to divert kieran’s attention properly. bright blue eyes had slipped shut ––– needing to revel in the feeling of the other inside him without the distraction of some bitch sitting on his face. only when rowan thrusts up into him do eyes fly open, startled enough to choke on his moan. knows that demand is meant for his ears. and kieran has never been one to deny him. large palms press down into rowan’s hips, pinning them against the mattress. lower back arches with movement of lifting his hips, only rising a few inches before fucking himself back down on rowan’s cock. movement is slow, steady ; allows his body a couple moments to adjust to familiar size. and perhaps just to fuck with rowan a little bit ––– light, petty payback for bringing this girl around to begin with. kieran leans down over his chest, dragging his tongue up the line of his abs before lightly biting into one of rowan’s pecs. laves his tongue over the spot, pressing a gentle kiss. a gesture that provides no warning. a split second later, and kieran’s hips begin to move like a man starved. a man thoroughly deprived of attention. hands slide up to rowan’s chest, offering better leverage as each rock of his hips has the other nearly slipping out of him ––– slamming back down with a force that lightly rocks the bed. doesn’t hide his grunts of pleasure now, letting them fill the room with the woman’s obscenities. “ mine, ” he growls out, proclamation slipping past his lips before he can think to stop it. only spurs himself on : pace with which he rides the other only getting faster. angling his hips to try and press rowan’s cock right where he needs him most. “ you are mine, ” repeat claiming is barely a panting exhalation ––– yet echoes through the room all the same.
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" i heard you were fumbling at practice today. " she's come to pick her up after practice, clad in a black turtleneck and jeans; thought about wearing gloves too, just for the bit, but then decided that her girlfriend not being able to see her nipple piercings through her shirt would be punishment enough.
exhaustion had started to take hold by the time slipped into the passenger seat, freshly showered and hungry. needy for her girlfriend's love and attention. but one glance at her attire, and lennox swears she's seeing red ––– far too modest ; a red flag when it came to hollis' demeanour. and then … that. eyebrows shoot up ; then drop quickly, eyes narrowing. “ oh yeah? ” jaw clenches, teeth grinding. “ and who told you that? ” as if she didn't already know. green monster of jealousy summoned to her shoulder far too quickly. “ some bitch who doesn't know talent when they see it? ”
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" the temperature okay? " murmurs, lips brushing against his soft cheek in a smatter of little kisses. strong arms are wrapped around the other's waist, languid fingertips drawing small patterns against the flesh of his lower stomach. as much as he had looked forward to thoroughly exhausting cassian until he was incoherent and stupefied, scottie liked this just as much —— just existing in warmth and quiet in each others' company. " i made it a little warmer this time, for your back. "
soft hum of acknowledgement rumbles out of his chest ––– though sound is swiftly replaced with a gentle giggle as kisses are pressed to his cheek. “ ’s perfect, ” he finally manages while eyelids flutter shut. and it is perfect : the bath, the temperature, the perfect balance of epsom salts and bath bombs, and the strength of a pair of arms around his waist and broad chest at his back. between being thoroughly pleasured and this, cassian swore he had died and gone to heaven. he settles back against scottie's chest, head turning to nuzzling just beneath his jaw. “ mmm, thank you. ” it's a soft whisper, accompanied by sweet kisses to stubbly skin. there was no mistaking the want between the pair when they were carnally intertwined ; but it was here, in this bathtub, when cassian swore he felt loved : pure and unmistakeable. “ you make it difficult to even fathom leaving your arms, ” he whispers.
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" —— so you'd come out of the cake, and all you'd have on is wrapping paper. perfect birthday present. "
stares at him from across the island, where she's comfortably bundled up in his hoodie while alden flits about her kitchen making dinner. chin propped on the palm of her hand, winnie's expression is caught somewhere between flabbergasted and amused. she blinks once. twice. then rapidly ––– attempting to process how ridiculous the idea was. “ what — then you'd unwrap me with your teeth? ” it's meant to be a joke. but the moment question leaves her lips, she knows that is precisely what he'll do. a beat of silence passes before winnie finally snorts a laugh. “ i can't tell if you're being serious or not. is that what all your friends do for you on your birthday? ”
perhaps they were star-crossed lovers, meant to be but never given a chance. or maybe ari was truly naive. but, he'd always thought they'd shared secret moments in crowded rooms and glances that lingered a little too long ( but, it could've been wishful thinking and mindless dreaming on his part ). he’d been too shy to act on anything, too afraid of rejection to ask meliha on a date ( ari still struggles with this ). he's willing to be her secret, even if she is his oath. soft gasps slip through parted lips as her kiss brushes against his skin - - and, god, sometimes he thinks he's died and gone to heaven in her arms, convinced meliha is aphrodite herself. it's dangerous, this closeness - - dangerous because it makes ari lose himself ( lose all rationality ) and believe that what they have is real, when in reality she'll slip away as she always does. like a whisper, ari can never grasp meliha. the way she's draped over him, fitting against him as if they were made to be together leads ari to believe in miracles. and, god, ari has always believed in meliha. breath catches as her fingers slip through his hair and his hands find her waist, traveling lower. ari is desperate to memorize this moment, to keep it safe within his heart to hold onto when he needs it most. with each brush of their lips, he falls more and more into her. eyes flutter open just briefly, but long enough to see it. brown eyes catch the glimmer of moisture beneath her lashes and his heart nearly collapses in on itself. "meliha…" pulls back just slightly, fear woven into his voice "hey, what's wrong?"
felt ridiculous to think, let alone say, when she was naked in bed with him, but ––– somewhere along the line, she had settled with the fact that she just wasn’t ari’s type. that she was only good enough to be his friend, his fuck buddy … and never anything more. it was just sex ; she needed to remind herself. he needed someone he could trust, to support him through the aftermath of a breakup, before he moved on with his life. it wouldn’t matter that ari was all her hopes and dreams, everything she had wished for wrapped up in one person. he is the beacon of light at the top of a tower, and here she is : a mere stepping stone on his path upward. forgotten beneath his feet as soon as contact is severed ; and he moves forward. moves on to someone more deserving of his attention. his gaze was never fixated on the lowly ground beneath his feet anyway. meliha turns her focus to the herculean task of forgetting he will never love her. will never want her unless clothes are scattered across the floor and she’s naked in his bed. only sound of her name draws her out of it ––– cursing herself for allowing external evidence of her internal battle. fingers untangle from hair, pressing into the pillow next to ari’s head to push herself up a bit. “ nothing, ” a poor attempt at laughing it off. reaches up to quickly wipe errant tears away. desperately trying to conjure a reason for crying in the middle of kissing him. “ nothing. sorry. ’s just … hormones or something. ” it was horrible explanation, but still better than i remembered you’ll never love me back and it felt like a dagger plunged through the heart. either way, worries that has effectively killed the mood, especially with how they had been meandering their way to round two. “ ’m sorry, ” she mumbles, gradually withdrawing from ari’s lap ––– regardless of how she wants to tuck her face into his neck and hide. but amidst scrambling for an excuse, meliha forgot how the word hormones was like a universal trigger for men to freak the fuck out, for whatever ridiculous reason. especially when they aren’t interested. “ i can–– i’ll go. ”
rejected hand falls back to curl around her hip , digging into the bone as swirls tongue dip inside of her cunt , smothering himself between heavenly thighs . could listen to the soundtrack of her pleasure on repeat until he fucking dies right here — on this deserted rooftop , with the noise of distant honking and chatter from below . gaze is glued on her , watching as , once again , another orgasm begins to rock through her and he's grunting against her in encouragement , brows tugged . velvety walls strangle appendage and her essence coats his tongue , and he's ravenous over it .. has never tasted anything so sweet in his goddamn life . he's so lost in the way she falls apart for him that he doesn't hear the elevator , nor her protests at first — not until shuffling footsteps echo in the empty space , and her nails are clawing at his scalp . is disoriented , hues staring at glistening pussy before eyes snap up to her face , and he's pulling back to right her dress . " amaya , are you out here — " recognizes her brother's voice instantly and he's moving fast , standing to his feet and doing the only thing he can think to do — grabs her jaw , and kisses her . that'll explain why his lips are glistening , and why she looks so flustered . right ? it lasts approximately two seconds , not enough time for her to slap him away but plenty for maxen to spot them . " oh shit , what the fuck ? " pulls himself back , the taste of her cunt still saturating his lips and chin , but he's offering a big , mega watt smile . " you mind , combs ? kind of busy . "
a new, yet horrifyingly familiar panic rises within as word stop doesn't quite do the trick. relief is mild when kit finally pulls back ––– strange cocktail of emotions witnessing gaze fixed between her legs, the evidence of her arousal on her face. yet alarm sets in anew when her twin brother's voice greets her ears. lithe fingers find her dress, ensuring her modesty is covered. lifting her foot in an attempt to grab the panties hanging from her ankle. “ shit. shit, shit, sh–– ” expletive cut off as kit's mouth covers hers ––– too shocked by a kiss too brief to say or do anything about it. barely manages to balance back on two feet, fingers curling at the other's sides, when too-familiar voice cuts through space of rooftop. only years of practice keeps amaya's expression blank , dark gaze landing on a pair of matching eyes. look on maxen's face isn't much different. only a lifetime of cultivated closeness allows her to see the obvious shock. twins stare at each other a long moment ––– until audacity draws the man's gaze up to kit, eyebrows lifting in disbelief. and has amaya pinching his side ; even if never looks away from her brother. “ oh yeah? too busy breaking bro code, are you? ” looks down to her again, a hint of worry finally appearing. “ we're heading out. do you–– … are you good? ” his eyes sharpen again with the question ––– and it's moments like these where amaya is scared he knows ; despite how easily could write it off as being a good protective brother. a million unspoken details in a single, simple question : getting back to her hotel room, departing through a crowd of hockey players without him, and the close proximity of one she seemed to hold such disdain for. brunette's breathing still a bit ragged from her second orgasm ; adding to difficulty of attempting a calm demeanour. but amaya finally manages a nod. “ ’m good, ” soft yet clear, firm comes her reply. maxen stares a beat longer before nodding slowly, concern more evident in his gaze as it flicks between the pair. he takes a step back toward the door. “ text me when you wake up. ” silence lapses as her brother disappears back to the elevator, lingering until certain she heard the doors closed. “ fucking hell, ” slumps back against brick wall at her back, rubbing a hand over her face.
isn't a naturally selfish person in the bedroom , but when it comes to what he deems his , well .. all that is thrown out of the window . and that's exactly what kieran is , albeit their habit of playing pretend , and sneaking around . slurps and gags around thick inches , refusing to let up even has lungs stings and eyes brim on the threat of tears . his assault is brutal and unforgiving . he'd suffocate just like this if it meant he could hear his deep , gruff moans kissing his ears . it's addictive and he's groaning around him , fingers clawing at his skin as he feels the abrupt jolt of his hips , and then , seed is spilling down his throat , and he's smiling . drags his tongue in fervid , needy swipes to ensure that every drop is engulfed within his mouth , and then his hand is yanking him off , and that drunken smile is still present on his lips . " you . " heaves against his mouth , fingers flying up into his hair and dragging him closer , " i'd rather taste you . " answers his questions from minutes prior , his own cock leaking and dampening the sheets beneath them . " need you to ride me . " grunts , mouth brushing his cheek as his lips trail down to his jaw , " need to feel you .. " teeth graze his jugular and then he's finding his mouth again , capturing it in a heated , furious embrace , " i'll distract her . " and with one more press of his mouth to his , he's pulling away and giving femme's cunt a playful slap . " come on , princess — sit this pretty pussy on my face . " and if it weren't for his previous words uttered to his best friend , would be quite the believable act as he shifts up the mattress and lays on his back , yanking her giggling frame up , and facing her towards the headboard instead of the other . eyes glance down at blonde briefly , before arms are wrapping around paige's thighs , yanking them apart and diving between her legs .
there’s a ghost of a satisfied smile pulling pink brims upward. way his boyfriend roommate teammate best friend slurps down his cock, swallows his cum … greedy and obsessed and all kieran’s. felt possessive and jealous from second stepped into the room ; but even more so now, one orgasm in and rowan making such proclamations against his mouth. doesn’t realize he’s abandoned the facade of pleasuring the woman ––– both hands lifting to bracket the other’s face, deepening the kiss. reluctant to let him go, but eyelids flutter shut with kisses peppered to his flushed skin. “ mmkay, ” mumbles absent agreement. lays there for a beat before eyes finally open again. just in time to see that slap to the poor girl’s pussy. any of circumstance, and that might have been hot. instead, blond watches with mounting resentment as the other two shift their positions on the bed. poorly hiding his glare when rowan glances at him one last time. takes a beat to compose himself ––– ignore the petite little thing sitting on his best friend’s face and instead appreciating the sight of the man himself. kieran shifts up onto his knees, crawling up to straddle the man’s thighs. feels a twinge of relief that had prepped himself earlier in the shower, thoughts and hopes of a different kind of night on his mind. yet fingers — still covered in the woman’s arousal — slip between rear cheeks, a few pressing past the tight ring as if to ensure he is ready to sit on rowan’s dick. digits retreat after confirmation, gaze still flickering over each bare inch of skin before him. leans down, letting a string of spit dribble down from his lips and onto the other’s cock. drags his tongue from base to tip to spread saliva out, before suckling on the tip for a split second. straightening, kieran licks his lips while knees settle on either side of his waist. one hand wraps around rowan’s cock, the other reaching back to spread cheeks as best he can. guides length until feels the tip pressing right against his hole, having to bite hard into his lip before he starts to sink down around him.
“i already had coffee. if you wanted some, you should’ve been up… three hours ago.” his eyes roll at her gagging as luca goes back to focusing on his masterpiece. “you shouldn’t knock it until you try it. my smoothies are famous.” by famous, he means a few of the other guys on the team have tried them and nodded in approval. luca was a bit neurotic when it came to his diet, his workout routine. it was something he could control, even when everything else including the feeling in his boxers the longer he stared at winnie was out of his control. clearing his throat, he tried to flood his mind with thoughts of squats, chest lifts, anything other than her as he wandered around the kitchen, opening a few cabinets until he found the glasses. grabbing two, he set them down on the counter.
“weekend off, but i’m here. am i not worth waking up for?” he’s smiling again now, grin only widening as he catches her staring at his chest before their eyes meet. the look she gives earns a laugh, one he matches with a look that says glad i’m not alone. “i’m not going to make you do anything, chipmunk. except try this damn smoothie i slaved over.” filling the glasses, he slides one in her direction, his hand taking hold of the other as he downs half of it in one go. “besides, you’re going to have to get used to me being around. i have big plans for summer.” his brows raise teasingly. “for now though, let’s focus on today. what’s the plan? you have my undivided attention.”
“ three hours ag–– it’s only eight a.m. ” expression incredulous as looks across the counter at him. knew he had a tendency to get up early, but that was madness. “ i have nothing against smoothies. i just–– coffee. ” only because it’s him and it’s too early, does she allow that slight whine of aggravation into her voice. allows her head to drop forward, forehead pressing into the cool marble of the kitchen island. partly to overemphasize her exasperation ; partly to give her tired, slightly horny brain a break from the sight of him shirtless and… sweaty and… winnie lightly taps her forehead against the countertop, as if the jolt will banish the lust adled thoughts about her best friend. this was a recipe for disaster, wasn’t it? a deep need between her legs is pleading her to round the counter and pounce. no, this was why she needed coffee : to screw her head on straight before she didn’t something really fucking stupid.
“ may i repeat: it is only eight in the morning. that’s hardly sleeping in long enough to be ignoring you. ” head lifts up finally, traitorous gaze lingering too long on places it shouldn’t before colliding with his again. only relief at getting caught was evident way misses the meaning behind her words. good, so she wouldn’t be making it awkward. lithe fingers wrap around cool glass and lifts it to her lips, taking a slow sip. half of it is gone before she even notices she’s been draining it. winnie blinks, glancing down at it. “ what is in this thing? jesus, ” she mumbles before taking another sip. sighing as sets the glass down, winnie props her cheek against her hand. forcing her gaze to stay up on his. “ what, you gonna highjack my guest room all summer? ” idea of him being down the hall for weeks instead of mere days has an indescribable effect on her insides. eyes roll playfully before letting out a soft sigh. “ how do you feel about boats? ” lips curve upward in a soft grin. “ my family is away, and i convinced them to let me have it for the day, so… ” there’s a wicked little gleam in her eye.
when he offered, he did it mostly on impulse. he didn’t know anything about her, except she was absolutely breathtaking and he couldn’t just let her slip away. he had to take his shot or he’d regret it forever. a soft laugh emits from his lips at her question. “ only when i get the feeling they want me to follow them back home. ” with the way they had been looking at each other, he’s sure they were both thinking the same thing. “ unless i’m mistaken ? ”
‘you're practically eye fucking him,’ winnie's friend had whispered to her. perhaps only sign of alcohol's effect on her ––– would never be so brazen about her interest in another person otherwise. hoped — perhaps foolishly — that he hadn't noticed. he had been working, after all. lips press into a thin line, poor attempt at suppressing a grin. “ i wasn't that obvious, was it? ” winnie ducks her head, trying to hide the sheepish expression on her face. after a moment, turns her head, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes as lifts up once more. lets her knuckles bump against his. “ but a handsome face like that… you're probably getting hit on all the time while working, aren't you? ”
it was overkill, having someone walk her home. only had a couple drinks that night, never one to let alcohol overtake her wits. but when the hot bartender offers… well, winnie wasn't one to turn down an opportunity. “ so do you walk all your patrons back home? ” teasing and light comes the question, bumping her elbow into his.
eyes narrow and lips are pressed in a straight line as homme before her insults her boyfriend. soon breaks the neutral expression after the last description, tiny giggle leaving her lips before rolling her eyes once again. 〝 hey, he might be a dick but only i get to call him that. not you. 〞shakes her head, had no doubt about it that brunet could kick ellis' ass again and again but ashanti was too exhausted to be the witness of a testosterone fuelled fight. 〝 no, thank you. i've seen enough violence for today. 〞brings the straw sitting in her glass of peach vodka to her lips, an attempt to hide the small smile on her features at the compliment homme feeds her. 〝 that's corny, you probably say that to all the girls. 〞
eyebrows lift, sparkle of both disbelief and amusement in his gaze. “ i don't need your permission to call him a dick. ” a soft snort of laughter. “ literally half the league thinks that about him. ” blaise just got to be the lucky guy that night to put him in his place. had no interest in going for round two, no matter what he said. no matter what ellis said, if he showed up. “ except i don't. ” smile is genuine now against the bottle of beer. hadn't so much as given another girl a glance since he and the boys had shown up. impossible to focus on anyone when she was present. “ meant what i said. but, ” blaise shrugs again, “ if you'd rather i go talk to one of your classmates, then i suppose i could… ”
head tilts to the left slightly as eyes narrow to even smaller slits, trying to rack his brain attempting to figure out when naomi had told him about some guy she was apparently seeing. 〝 absolutely not. 〞archie shakes his head, timbre more serious than he had ever sounded before as arms cross over his chest. 〝 i'm meeting him with you, i'm not letting you go off to meet some random guy, nay. 〞
doesn't understand — nor recognize — the energy rolling off him in waves. known him practically his whole life, and this whole vibe right now is … unfamiliar. dark arches lift upward at the denial. “ excuse me? ” huffs out disbelieving laughter. “ he's not some random guy, honey. he's riley's friend. i told you about this. ” what the hell was his deal? rolling her eyes, naomi takes a step back and turns back toward her kitchen. “ you're not coming. go schmooze hanna ––– make it up to her. ”
there's a satisfied smirk that tugs at his lips as they wrap around full , swollen cock , his throaty groan gracing his ears and fueling his chest with a fire so hot that it only encourages him to tighten brims around him . precum lathers his tongue and the moan he emits vibrates around him , arm hooking around muscular thigh and tugging him closer as he mercilessly sucks him deeper into his throat . he's watching him , drinking in his reaction , the sting of his fingers on his hair making his own cock twitch and leak , but does nothing to stimulate himself . no , all his attention is focused on his best friend . free hand greedily digs into the flesh of his ass , squeezing cheek and grunting in approval as his hips rock into sinful ministrations . notices how he laps at femme's pussy and he's trying to tamper down the jealousy still flaring beneath the surface , gaze hooked on the sweet lull of his tongue against swollen clit , and how femme is loving every second of it . tries to pretend it doesn't piss him off — and instead , takes it out on his cock . at his protests , he's ignoring him like the asshole he is , and tightens his grasp on his hips , restraining him within the warmth of his mouth . bobs his head faster , swirling his tongue along the protruding veins of his cock , and smothering his tip to the back of his throat as nose presses flush to his pelvis . knows why he wants him to slow down , but refuses to allow him to blow a load in anybody that isn't him , so if he's going to cum — he'll drain his balls fucking dry before paige gets the chance .
no stranger to rowan’s lips wrapped around him ––– yet a difference in the air that day. like presence of leggy female on the bed spurs his best friend on all the more. eager on a regular day, but now… as much as he resents charade of pleasing the female, kieran delights in the incentive proffered along with it. giving rowan something to prove. a task seems eager to engage, if obscene slurping sounds and moans around his cock are anything to go by. fingers tighten grasp on his hair, losing any semblance of focus on pacifying the woman : thrust of his fingers absence, shallow ; mostly stimulating her with the string of moans rumbling from his chest. part of him means the warning ––– that if he cums too quick, she might get suspicious. and they’ll likely need to divert more attention back to her. but no repeated caution leaves him. drag of wet appendage around him, head of his cock pressing into rowan’s throat. hips stutter in their movements. “ oh, fuck. fuck. fu–– ” noise cuts off with a loud moan ––– drowned out by an overexcited third companion in the room ––– as he spills down rowan’s throat. wraps his lips around the woman’s clit to muffle the sound, fucking deep into the other’s throat. “ that’s so good, babe. fuck, ” movement of his hips come to a reluctant halt, panting. kieran is still for a moment, heady and hazy with the ebbing pleasure of his orgasm. eventually uses grip in rowan’s hair to guide him off his cock and pull him back up. head turning away from her so he can capture rowan’s mouth in a deep, needy kiss.
〝 okay, you don't know anything about him, caruso. 〞she scoffs, he was right, of course ––– ashanti's boyfriend was a complete ass but the male before her didn't know ellis or herself so she would defend him to avoid looking like a complete idiot, even if her boyfriend had done that earlier by blowing her off as she tried to comfort him after the team's loss tonight. 〝 no, but seriously. he's in the bathroom right now and he's gonna be real pissed if he comes out and you're still talking to me. 〞she informs him, noticing the girls around the bar staring at the pair ––– mainly at him, from the peripheral of her vision as she rolls her eyes. 〝 can you pick, like, any of these girls to talk to? 〞
“ what's there to know? ” mildly sardonic laughter falls from his lips, broad shoulders lifting in a shrug. “ he's got stiff legs, prone to rolling passes, and neglects defense like he's been paid off by the other team… and he's a dick. ” could only imagine what a sore loser he had been after the game today, too. the guy had a reputation around the league ––– a bad sign when it was merely college hockey. if it got worse before he entered the draft, chances were slim on the guy having much of a career. “ kicked his ass once tonight. i can take him again. ” blaise grins, lifting his beer to take a long swig. too confident, perhaps. “ i could –– but you're the prettiest girl in the room. why would i want to talk to anyone else? ”