The tension in the atmosphere hung above the room like a thick blanket, eyes met and averted to one another. Thomas sat in disarray, he had opened his mouth to speak a couple of times but no words were formed. He ran his fingers into his hair in frustration. Ryan kept glancing back and forth between Brenda and Thomas. He had a mischievous expression on his face while Brenda’s was filled with a mix of fear and guilt. “How could you do this?” Thomas stuttered, finally finding his words.A sharp cynical chuckle cut through the thick blanket of silence as Thomas’ low voice didn't do much. Brenda turned sharply to face Ryan while Thomas watched in horror as the young man laughed at him. Ryan stopped laughing, “I'm pretty sure everybody in this room has grown past that question. “How could you?” I…” he burst into laughter again but this time it was low and mocking. He glanced back and forth between Brenda and Thomas who both stared at him in horror. “I am quite surprised that you're mad.
“He is a sick bastard,” Noah’s words shocked her as she didn't expect the reaction. “You deserve better. Have you called him yet?” Isla shook her head. “Good. He would deny it. Share the video with your lawyer…”“I don't have a lawyer and I think I don't need one. I just need to break up with him.” Isla interrupted.Noah sighed, pinching the skin between his brows. “Apologies for the assumption. Your situation reminded me of something else and it had me mixing them up,” he explained, staring into her eyes. Isla smiled tightly, “No need to apologize. Thank you for your comforting words, Sir.”“Noah,” Noah corrected. “Call me Noah.”Isla chewed her lips nervously. She knew being on first-name terms would ruin her resolution—not fantasizing about her boss. But there was nothing she could do. “How about Mr. Cross, sir? She asked, innocently.“Noah. Cross belonged to my Father and his father's father. My name is Noah. Not Mr. Cross nor Sir.” Silence filled the room as Isla didn't speak n
He walked with her to the bed and laid her in it gently, still kissing her. Slowly, Noah pulled away and glanced at her face briefly before lowering his head to her cunt. He flicked her hardened clit with his finger earning a sharp moan from Isla. At a slow and steady pace, he slid two fingers into her throbbing entrance while his thumb remained on her clit. As he thrust, he rubbed. Isla leaned her head back on the pillow, moaning softly as the pleasure spread through her body. This was new for her. No man has ever touched her vagina except her hands. Jackson has never touched her passionately, he only wants to fuck her without foreplay. Images of him licking a girl’s cunt surfaced in her head but she couldn't let the rage rise within her. So she decided to focus on whatever Noah was doing. Noah’s hand reached for her breasts and began massaging ferociously. Soon the room was filled with Isla’s moans. She arched into his lips while using her hand to hold down his head at her cunt
“So fill me in on the business schedule for the rest of the day. What's the agenda before we head back to Florida?” Noah asked, calmly. He locked eyes with Isla who averted her gaze to the window. He let out a low chuckle as he found it strangely amusing.Isla cleared her throat, reached for her phone, and began scrolling through her notes. “We have a meeting with the marketing team at 10 am to discuss the new campaign. After that, we have got some free time before our flight back to Florida this evening,” she spoke in a clear and confused manner even though she had her mouth filled with food. Noah nodded, his unreadable expression switched to one of acknowledgment. “Sounds good. Did we accomplish everything we needed to while we were here?”Isla wiped her lips with the back of her palm after swallowing the food in her mouth. “Yes, we did. The meeting with the potential clients went well, and we were able to finalize the deal.”Noah smiled, a look of satisfaction on his face. “Excell
Jackson ran his fingers through his hair, “Since your ridiculous billings kept piling up. You knew I couldn't afford them but still went ahead and laid them down on me. I had to fall back on the only talent I have—Good at sex. So, please don't judge me. I want to make money for you. With Taylor, it is strictly business and nothing else. I love you, Nora.”Nora’s expression softened, “What about her?”“Who?” Jackson’s eyes followed Nora’s to the portrait hanging on the wall. A beautiful headshot of Isla, smiling widely. His eyes swept back to her face. Jackson shrugged his shoulders causally, “She is my girlfriend. You know I need her for us. Come here.” he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her body to slam with his. She stumbled and sat on his thighs. “I have missed your body, baby.” Jackson groaned as he fondled her breasts earning a sharp moan from Nora. “I see you miss me too.”“Can’t deny it, can I?” She wrapped her hands around his neck and sealed their lips in a hungry kiss
Noah hurried through the hospital corridors, his heart racing with each step. He had received a call from Thomas just an hour ago, informing him that his brother, Ryan, had been involved in a fatal accident and was in a coma.As he entered the hospital room, Thomas greeted him with a somber expression. "Noah, I'm so sorry. Your brother's condition is critical. The accident caused severe head trauma, and...and the doctors don't know if he'll ever wake up."Noah felt like he had been punched in the gut. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. His brother, his best friend, his partner in every sense of the word, might never wake up again.He spent the next few hours in a daze, sitting beside Ryan's hospital bed, holding his hand, and praying for a miracle.Time stretched by the minute and he knew he had to leave, had to get back to work. He glanced at his watch and up to face Thomas.“I have to leave,” Noah said and Thomas nodded in understanding.“I will take care of him for you,” Thomas s
The night ended with Alex walking Isla to her car, and as they stood by the door, he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I hope this isn't the last time we see each other," he said, his voice low and inviting. Isla inhaled sharply and drew forward, closing the space between them. “Kiss me,” she demanded, locking eyes with him. Without hesitating, Alex wrapped his hands around her waist and sealed his lips with her. Their kiss quickly went from a gentle one to one of hunger. Alex kissed her like she was a delicacy he couldn't wait to devour. They pulled away from each other breathlessly. “Wow. Trying to forget someone?” Alex teased, with a small smirk tugging at his lips. Isla averted her gaze shyly unsure of what to say. Truly, she wanted to forget Noah. “I don't mind being your toy till the storm is over.” Isla giggled softly, “You are not a toy. Sorry for my abrupt action. I…” Alex placed his index on her lips to shut her up, “Shhh. Don't ruin the mood by apolo
Isla's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door to find Alex standing on her veranda, holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a charming smile. "Hey, beautiful," he said, handing her the flowers. "I hope you're ready for a night to remember." Isla blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest. "I'm ready," she said, taking the flowers from him. Alex offered her his arm, and Isla took it with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as they walked to the car. As they drove through the city, Alex told her about his plans for the evening. "I wanted to do something special, so I booked us a table at a rooftop restaurant with a view of the city skyline." Isla's eyes widened in surprise. "That sounds amazing," she said, amazed. When they arrived at the restaurant, Isla was blown away by the breathtaking view. The city lights twinkled like stars below them, and the sound of jazz music filled the air. As they sat down at their table, Alex took Isla's hand, his eyes locking onto hers. "I'
Derrick laughed and hiccupped. He was about to grab the bottle, but Carson stopped him . “That’s enough drink for you for today, Derrick. I'm not about to carry you home after you fell asleep drunk in a bar.” Derrick chuckled and hiccupped again. “But I'm not drunk yet.” “You are drunk as fuck, girl,” said Laura. “So what about you, Carson? How was your week, and how are your clients holding?” Laura asked. The Sancfrost bar was their haven. A place where they could rant about their issues like they would love to at work. Carson leaned closer to gossip with his friends when a dark and familiar shadow fell over their table. "Carson, still hiding in the corner with the good girls?" a deep voice drawled, every word dripping with mockery. Carson took a long, deep breath, mentally preparing herself before turning around. There he was, Paul Chase, one of his ex-boyfriends, every bit as infuriating as the last time they met. He wore a crisp black suit, the tailored fabric doing lit
Pushing him down, Raymond looked at his face. He looked at him, hazy He pushed his tongue between his buttcheeks , pulling them apart with his hands. Carson moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. He loved his reactions. Raymond licked up and down his ass, savoring the salty taste of her. He brought his tongue to his clenching asshole and thrust it inside of her. "Oh god, yes, fill me up,” he moaned above him. He kept pushing his tongue in and out of his wet hole, twirling it around inside of him. Raymond felt Carson’s hand lowering to his hard cock. He grabbed his hand and forced it aside. "You do not touch what is mine without permission, babe." He whimpered from the loss of contact, but he saw his ass clench when he made that action. Raymond stood up and took his pants and underwear off, letting his hard cock spring free and smack his stomach. “I want you to suck my hard cock and get it nice and wet for your ass, babe,” he purred out to Carson . Carson leaned
But Carson had other plans. He took Raymond's hand, his eyes locked on his father's. "Actually, Dad, I'm not letting Raymond go. Not as my bodyguard, but as my boyfriend." His father's expression turned stern, but Carson stood his ground. "We love each other, Dad. And I'm happy." The tension between them was palpable, but eventually, his father relented. "Fine, but you need to be careful. I just want what's best for you, Carson." Carson smiled, feeling a sense of freedom. "I know, Dad. And what's best for me is Raymond." As the days passed, Carson's father grew more accepting of their relationship. He even saw the benefits of having a boyfriend who was also a skilled protector. Carson's college graduation day arrived, and Raymond was there to support him. Sophia, Carson's drag queen best friend, was also in attenPaulce. As Carson collected his accolades, Sophia and Raymond chatted for the first time. Sophia grinned at Raymond. "Carson told me a lot about you. I have to say, I w
Raymond looked in shock. “Do you carry that everywhere?” “Sometimes,” said Carson, handing the toy to Raymond . “Let’s use this. You are injured and I can’t let your stitches come apart. Raymond collected the toy, reached out and squeezed Carson’s waist, leaning in to kiss him. he kissed him back. They kissed until Raymond had his hands on Carson’s chest, squeezing his chest which he bent down to suck afterward. “You’re so hot Carson ,” he said Carson blushed furiously at his words. “You think I’m hot?” “Yeah,” Raymond said, his eyes on Carson’s neck. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out now Carson , ya know that?” Raymond said, licking his lips. Carson seemed shocked at Raymond’s words. Since when did the sweet Raymond sound so dominant? But…but… he loved it. “Yes Daddy,” Carson said coquettishly, fluttering his eyelashes seductively at Raymond. Raymond massaged Carson’s body, his hands trailing about his moist body. he squeezed his ass and kis
“I know,” he said softly. “I didn’t respond because I was trying to pretend I could keep my distance. That I could do my job and protect you without letting myself feel it.” He exhaled hard, then leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching Carson’s. “But when I saw you on the ground… none of that mattered. All I could think was, please don’t let him die before I get the chance to say it back.” Carson didn’t say a word. Just looked at him, waiting. Raymond’s voice was raw now. Exposed. “I love you. God help me, I do. And I’ll never be late again.” Carson smiled, bloody and bruised but bright. “Took you long enough.” Raymond laughed—shaky and low—before pulling Carson into his arms like he’d never let go. “He’s trying to escape, Carson said, pointing in the direction Eli had fled. Raymond took off, fury in every stride. He chased Eli across the back lawn of the campus, past the trees and onto the empty field where shadows stretched long and unforgiving. Eli turned just as Raymond
“Why are you here alone?” he asked, an expression on his face Raymond had never seen before. “Huh?” “Do you know how worried you made me? What if one of these perverts tries anything with you? If Sam hadn't called me…” “Sam called you?” Sam was one of the friends they had made at the sex parties. He had probably seen him and informed Carson about it. But why did Carson look so agitated? “You didn’t have to worry about me. I'm doing okay. Besides, no one can try shit with me. I’m a bodguard, remember?” Carson sighed heavily and dropped to his knees, holding his hands and kissing them again. Raymond was surprised by his actions. Why was he doing this? “I was worried, Raymond. Don't do this again.” “Why are you so worried? It's not like anything happened.” “It's because I care about you. I can’t let any of these bitches here take you away from me!” “Umm…I'm not sure what you mean, but…” “You know what I mean. I care for you, Raymond.” Carson rose to his feet. Raymond w
Bianca wrapped her legs around her husband's waist as he moved up and down, taking her dick, their cum dripping on the soft rug. Their actions had ignited a fire in Raymond's body, and he had felt so good watching them fuck. He was hard and he took out his cock, masturbating and watching them at the same time. So much so that he felt like joining them. As Bianca and her husband kissed, his lips traveling to his breasts, Raymond stroked his cock faster. When Ben and his wife were done, Raymond quickly put his dick back in his pants and returned to the room and pretended to be asleep. For days and even months after that, Raymond could not stop thinking about it. he loved watching it, and he wanted to watch it again. But it was sinful, so he pushed the thought to the back of his head. So, was Carson telling the truth? Did he have a sexual voyeur after all? Yet he could not be so sure. “How can I be so sure?” “Would you like to be sure?” Carson said with a smirk.
But Raymond did not listen. He twirled his tongue inside his ass, tasting every bit of him. He spat inside his ass. Carson closed his eye, stifling his moan. Raymond soon took out his tongue and inserted his finger into Carson ’s ass again. Carson gasped as he did that, closing his eyes as Raymond thrusted his thick fingers into him. He then placed the second finger, causing his to moan again. He was feeling so good. Raymond hand curved to find his sweet spot. He pressed it causing Carson to tremble with pleasure. He grinded his ass against his fingers. “Yes! There! That! There! Just one more! Nigh! Ah!” Raymond massaged Carson’s cock as well with the other hand , driving Carson mad. He began to thrust in and out of him, pumping his fingers harder inside as he leaned closer, devouring Carson ’s mouth. Carson convulsed with pleasure, his legs shaking in the air from the sweet sensations.◆◆◆◆ Time passed and Carson’s father’s men soon rescued them. At the time, they ha
As the storm raged on outside, Raymond and Carson huddled together in the cave, trying to warm each other up. They had been there for hours, and the cold was starting to take its toll. Carson , who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up. "We need to find a way to secure ourselves for the night," he said, his voice shaking with cold. "This storm isn't going to pass anytime soon." Raymond nodded, and together they started to gather rocks and branches to create a makeshift barrier against the wind and rain. As they worked, they talked about their lives, their dreams, and their fears. As the night wore on, they found themselves getting closer and closer, until finally, they were sitting right next to each other. It was then that Raymond turned to Carson and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was enough to spark a passion that had been building all night. As the storm raged on outside, they made love in the cave again, their bodies warm and entwined. It was