Case
Masked Entertainment
The adrenaline that flows through my veins from tonight’s win is electric. Me and the guys rented the penthouse suite to celebrate. Shawn hired a few dancers who work the room with precision. Watching as a particular brunette gyrates the air, moving her hips while her tits bounce in the deep purple bra she’s wearing. Her long dark hair flows down her back, right above the curve of her tight ass. Sitting in my seat with a drink in my hand, I take a sip, never taking my eyes off her. I watch her move around the room, smiling at everyone she comes in contact with. I can’t help but want to bite the string that sits between her perfect cheeks. Reaching between my legs, I adjust myself in the black ripped jeans I’m wearing. I’m glad the lights are dim enough that no one will catch the hard-on I have for this chick.
Taking another sip, she finally makes her way over to me. I grip her hips, pulling her into my lap. She straddles my waist as I look into her brown eyes. A deep purple, lace mask hides most of her face. Much different from the one I’m wearing. All I canmake out is her mouth and eyes. She smiles down at me as I run a single fingertip along her jaw to her chin, then down her neck and right over the curve of her breast. Her breath hitches when I rub a thumb over her hard nipple and take a sip of my drink. Swallowing the amber liquid, I bring it to her lips. She tilts her head back, allowing me to pour some into her mouth. I watch as her throat swallows, and my dick twitches in my jeans. I thrust up, letting her feel what she’s doing to me. She looks down and slowly rolls her hips against me.Fuckkk.I bite my bottom lip as her hand finds my shoulder, digging her nails into my flesh while I continue to circle her nipple.
We don’t exchange a single word as a groan creeps up my chest and out of my mouth, forcing me to bite my bottom lip, but her eyes see everything just as much as mine do. With every circle of my thumb and light thrusts up between her legs, I can feel the warmth coating the small triangle that's keeping her covered. I let my fingers roam her body, tracing down her ribcage and snapping the string of her panties. She thrusts her tits out, pushing them slightly in my face as she throws her head back. I lean forward and rub my lips gently over her nipple and bite the fabric, pulling it from her skin. Her soft moans greet my ears, causing my dick to leak in my boxers.
Using my teeth, I pull down the cup of her bra, letting her perky pink nipple peek out. Licking my lips, I look up at her as she continues to roll her hips against me. Her eyes meet mine, and all I see is lust, want, and need. I bet if I offered her enough money, she’d slide all over my cock and let me take whatever I please. That’s not what I want tonight. Tonight, I want to play and see how far I can go before she stops me.
I circle my tongue around her nipple, making her shiver in my lap as my hand snakes between her legs. My eyes still never leave hers, as I push that little piece of fabric to the side and run my thumb over her clit. Her mouth parts slightly, and I doit again, making her gasp while I flick my tongue against her hardened peak. Her nails once again dig into my shoulder, and I moan, knowing she feels my hard cock with every pass of her hips.
Leaning over, I place my drink down and grip her hip, pulling her down harder against me. At the same time, I swipe my thumb over her clit again. Her eyes shudder as I switch to her other breast, pulling the other cup down with my teeth. Her pierced nipple peeks out, and she smiles.Goddamn, she’s fucking sexy.Licking my lips, I suck the piercing into my mouth, applying pressure while flicking my tongue and swiping my thumb. Her hips move faster against me as her hands leave my shoulder and travel down my chest. Her hand roams over my stomach to my hard cock that’s begging to be released. She unbuttons my jeans, pulling down the zipper, sinking her small hand into my boxers and wrapping her fist around my length. She gasps when she feels the bars along my shaft and I grin, biting her nipple again. Her sweet moans make me even harder, and I know she feels it. My eyes roll as she cups the tip of my dick, spreading my arousal. I open my legs wider, causing her to spread her thighs, giving me the access I need to sink my fingers into her, and she whimpers when I add another.Fuck, she’s soaked.
She uses her other hand to pull at my boxers and takes my cock out. She tightens her grip, making me growl. Once again, her eyes never leave mine as they flutter with every pass of my thumb. Her tight cunt pulsates around my fingers, and her body shudders, letting me know she’s close. A soft moan leaves her parted lips, and a groan leaves mine as we both work one another.
Digging my fingertips roughly into her hips, I feel her pussy ripple around my fingers. She throws her head back, but I quickly wrap my hand around her throat, forcing her to look atme while she cums. Her eyes snap to mine–they’re hooded as her mouth parts in an O, and I flick her clit, curving my fingers. Her pussy floods my hand, soaking my lap as her grip on my cock tightens with every pump. I feel a tingle rush up my spine as I pull her by the throat closer to me, bringing her mouth just a breath away from mine. I lick her bottom lip and growl as she pumps me faster, scraping her nails against my bars, causing my thighs to tremble as I spill my load into her hand and tits, never taking my eyes off of her. I loosen my hold on her throat and take my finger, rubbing my nut into her nipple, then put her bra back in place. Removing my fingers slowly from her soaked cunt, I bring them to my lips and suck them clean. Her eyes widen, and I smirk as she lets go of my cock, climbing off of me. I tuck myself away and pick up my glass, taking a long gulp. I watch as she walks away to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Reaching inside my pocket, I take my phone out to see what time it is.
Just a few more hours and I’ll take the train home for the weekend. I need some quiet time. It’s been nothing but wild nights, hockey practice and studying.
Before I head out, I check in with my brothers, Cruz and Crew. We're triplets and I’m the oldest— the most levelheaded. These two are always getting themselves into shit. I chuckle as I find them both high-fiving one another while getting head from two blondes. I shake my head and give them the two-finger salute and head to the train station.
Nothing like going home to an empty house for the weekend.
Lyla
New Home & A House Guest
Waking up with the sun shining brightly through my window, I stretch out my limbs, throwing the blanket over my face. It is way too bright in here, and I really need to speak to my mother about that. She recently moved us in here with her new husband, Greg and his three sons, whom I have yet to meet. All I know about them is that they are triplets and play ice hockey for Reston University. I’m so glad to have the day off and to finally set my room up here, since I’ll be commuting to school from here instead of staying in the dorms. Having to tell my mother that it wasn’t working out was a whole ordeal. I hate having to lie, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Getting out of bed, I take a quick shower and head downstairs for a cup of coffee and some toast. I got in late last night and didn’t have time to really scope out the place. Walking down the hallway, I hear a commotion from downstairs as my heart rate picks up and my hands start to shake. There’s no way he found me. I was careful leaving the hotel last night and madesure I wasn’t followed. I tiptoe down the stairs, looking around for a weapon. Spotting the fireplace deep in the living room, I grab one of the pokers and walk towards the noise in the kitchen. Please let it be a housekeeper or someone who is supposed to be here. Peeking into the room, I see a tall man, shirtless, covered in tattoos, standing in front of the stove cooking. Quietly, I walk up to him, lifting my arm and poking him in his lower back. He whips around, wielding a knife in his hand, and I jump back as a scream leaves my lips.
“Who the hell are you?” he asks and I press the poker into his tattooed chiseled chest. He places the knife down, holding his hands up in surrender. “You can put the weapon down now, Doll,” he orders, looking at the metal pressing into his skin then back at me. He slaps it out of my hand and the metal crashes against the tile floor–skidding across the room. Before I could even think of something to do, his hand is wrapped around my throat and my body is pressed against the cold refrigerator. My heart beats erratically in my chest as his green eyes collide with mine and his thumb pulls at my bottom lip.Why am I turned on by this strange man?“Again, who are you and what are you doing in my house?” he growls, and my nipples harden under my tee at the sound that leaves his throat.His voice is doing things to me that no man has done before.
“I-I’m Lyla,” I rasp, and his grip tightens.
“Okay, Lyla. What are you doing in my house?” He asks again, bringing his lips close to mine. If I could only move an inch, they’d touch his.Why do I want to kiss him so badly? I’ve never been instantly attracted to a man before. The way this man’s veins bulge in his forearm, his lips full and pouty, makes me want to suck them. The way his chest heaves as he waits for me to answer his questions. I’m a goner for him. He could order me to get on my knees and worship his cock, and I would do it without question.
“I-I live here. Y-you must be one of my stepbrothers,” I rasp, trying to get the words out, but his hold is too tight. “L-let go before I-I pass o-out,” I say, and his eyes widen, finally letting go of my throat.Why does he look so fucking familiar?
“Oh, my bad. My father didn’t tell me you were going to be here this weekend,” he says, and there’s that growly voice of his, doing illicit things to the slut between my legs. I clear my throat, pressing my hands against his chest and moving him back a step to give me some breathing room, but this man doesn’t budge; he actually takes a step closer, caging me in. I shiver at his closeness, wishing his hands were roaming my body.What the hell, Lyla? You don’t even know this guy.
“My mother didn’t tell me you would be here either, but here we are,” I sass. His upper lip lifts into a smirk, and my eyes snap up to his because if I keep staring at his lips, I might just fucking act on my depraved thoughts. He tilts his head, staring at me, and I take a deep breath. I wish I knew what he was thinking, but I can’t get a read on him.
“How old are you?” He asks.That’s an odd question.
“Twenty-three,” I reply, and he nods, then spins away, walking back to the stove.
“You hungry? I made eggs.” He asks, glancing over his shoulder.
“No thanks. I have a lot to do today.” I reply, but he says nothing. So, I spin and open the fridge to get what I need and make myself a cup of coffee.
“Would you like a cup?” I ask, and his eyes snap to mine.Jesus, just one look and I’m melting. What, in the actual fuck?
“Sure, light and sweet, please,” he says, walking past me to sit at the table that overlooks the lake in the backyard. This man is nothing but a distraction with a tight ass in those sweatpants. Staring at the coffeepot, I take a deep breath and fill our cups,and bring them over to the table. I place his next to his plate and I sit mine down opposite him.
