A Fantasy - Hot Hook Up
A night of Unraveled desire
The lounge is a haze of sultry jazz and dim lights, but my eyes are locked on Elena and Marcus in the corner, their bodies screaming sex even from across the room. Elena’s tight emerald dress hugs her tits and ass like it’s painted on, her auburn hair begging to be pulled. Marcus, with his chiseled jaw and smoldering brown eyes, looks like he could fuck me into next week with one glance. We’d flirted hard at that gallery opening weeks ago, their dirty texts about wanting a third—me—making my cock throb every time my phone buzzed. Tonight’s the night we make it real.
Elena catches my stare and smirks, her lips wet and inviting. Marcus tilts his head, signaling me over. I grab my whiskey, my dick already twitching as I weave through the crowd to their table. “Fuck, you showed,” Elena purrs, her voice dripping with sin as she pats the chair next to her. “Sit that fine ass down.”
I slide in, the air crackling with raw want. Marcus leans forward, his hand brushing mine as he hands me a drink. “Been thinking about you,” he says, his voice low and rough, like he’s already imagining me naked. Elena’s thigh presses against mine under the table, her fingers grazing my knee, creeping higher, teasing. “You as horny as we are?” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, my voice thick, my cock straining against my jeans. Her hand slides up, brushing my bulge, and I bite back a groan. Marcus watches, his eyes glinting with hunger, like he’s ready to devour us both. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” he growls, tossing cash on the table. My blood’s pounding as we head out, their hands brushing my back, my ass, promising filth.
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Their apartment’s a fucking sex den—soft lights, plush rugs, and a big ol sexy vibe that screams “get fucked.” Marcus pours us whiskey, but we’re past pretending. Elena kicks off her heels, her dress riding up to show off that gorgeous skin. She sways to the dirty beat of the music, her eyes daring me to make a move. “You gonna stand there or come fuck with me?” she taunts, running her hands over her tits.
I’m on her in a second, my hands gripping her hips as I crush my mouth to hers. Her lips are wet, sloppy, tasting like wine and sin, her tongue fucking mine like she’s starving. She grinds against my cock, moaning into my mouth. Marcus steps up, his hard chest pressing against her back, his hands sliding under her dress to grab her ass. “Look at you, already so fucking hard,” he murmurs, his eyes on me, his voice making my dick leak.
Elena pulls back, her lips swollen, and smirks at Marcus. “I want his cock,” she says, blunt as hell, her hand palming me through my jeans. I groan, and Marcus chuckles, dark and dirty. “Get over here, then,” he says to me, yanking me close. His mouth crashes into mine, rough and hungry, his stubble scraping my jaw as his tongue takes control. Elena’s hands are on my belt, tugging it open, her fingers diving in to wrap around my throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re big,” she moans, stroking me slow and tight.
We stumble to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor like they’re on fire. Elena’s dress is gone, her tits bouncing, her pussy glistening under the soft light. Marcus is ripped, his cock hard and thick, straining toward us. I shove Elena onto the bed, her legs spreading wide, her cunt begging for attention. “Eat me,” she demands, grabbing my hair, pulling me down. I dive in, my tongue lapping at her wet folds, her clit swollen and pulsing. She bucks against my face, cursing and moaning, her taste driving me wild.
Marcus kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass, his breath hot against my skin. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he growls, his tongue teasing my hole, sending shocks through me. I groan into Elena’s pussy, her thighs clamping around my head as she screams, “Fuck, yes, don’t stop!” Marcus’s fingers slick with lube slide into me, stretching me, making my cock drip onto the sheets.
Elena pulls me up, her eyes wild. “I need you inside me,” she pants, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance. I thrust in, her tight heat gripping me, her nails raking my back. “Fuck me hard,” she begs, and I do, pounding into her, her tits bouncing with every slam. Marcus moves behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, slick and ready. “You want this?” he asks, voice rough.
“Fuck yes,” I grunt, and he pushes in, slow at first, then deeper, filling me till I’m seeing stars. The three of us move like animals—me fucking Elena’s dripping cunt, Marcus railing my ass, our groans and curses filling the room. Elena’s pussy clenches around me as she comes, screaming my name, her juices soaking us. Marcus grips my hips, his thrusts brutal and perfect, and I’m lost, my cock exploding inside Elena as he unloads in me, hot and deep.
We collapse, sweaty and spent, tangled in each other, the air thick with sex and satisfaction. Elena grins, tracing a finger down my chest. “Round two?” she teases, and my cock twitches.
Elena catches my stare and smirks, her lips wet and inviting. Marcus tilts his head, signaling me over. I grab my whiskey, my dick already twitching as I weave through the crowd to their table. “Fuck, you showed,” Elena purrs, her voice dripping with sin as she pats the chair next to her. “Sit that fine ass down.”
I slide in, the air crackling with raw want. Marcus leans forward, his hand brushing mine as he hands me a drink. “Been thinking about you,” he says, his voice low and rough, like he’s already imagining me naked. Elena’s thigh presses against mine under the table, her fingers grazing my knee, creeping higher, teasing. “You as horny as we are?” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, my voice thick, my cock straining against my jeans. Her hand slides up, brushing my bulge, and I bite back a groan. Marcus watches, his eyes glinting with hunger, like he’s ready to devour us both. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” he growls, tossing cash on the table. My blood’s pounding as we head out, their hands brushing my back, my ass, promising filth.
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Their apartment’s a fucking sex den—soft lights, plush rugs, and a big ol sexy vibe that screams “get fucked.” Marcus pours us whiskey, but we’re past pretending. Elena kicks off her heels, her dress riding up to show off that gorgeous skin. She sways to the dirty beat of the music, her eyes daring me to make a move. “You gonna stand there or come fuck with me?” she taunts, running her hands over her tits.
I’m on her in a second, my hands gripping her hips as I crush my mouth to hers. Her lips are wet, sloppy, tasting like wine and sin, her tongue fucking mine like she’s starving. She grinds against my cock, moaning into my mouth. Marcus steps up, his hard chest pressing against her back, his hands sliding under her dress to grab her ass. “Look at you, already so fucking hard,” he murmurs, his eyes on me, his voice making my dick leak.
Elena pulls back, her lips swollen, and smirks at Marcus. “I want his cock,” she says, blunt as hell, her hand palming me through my jeans. I groan, and Marcus chuckles, dark and dirty. “Get over here, then,” he says to me, yanking me close. His mouth crashes into mine, rough and hungry, his stubble scraping my jaw as his tongue takes control. Elena’s hands are on my belt, tugging it open, her fingers diving in to wrap around my throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re big,” she moans, stroking me slow and tight.
We stumble to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor like they’re on fire. Elena’s dress is gone, her tits bouncing, her pussy glistening under the soft light. Marcus is ripped, his cock hard and thick, straining toward us. I shove Elena onto the bed, her legs spreading wide, her cunt begging for attention. “Eat me,” she demands, grabbing my hair, pulling me down. I dive in, my tongue lapping at her wet folds, her clit swollen and pulsing. She bucks against my face, cursing and moaning, her taste driving me wild.
Marcus kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass, his breath hot against my skin. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he growls, his tongue teasing my hole, sending shocks through me. I groan into Elena’s pussy, her thighs clamping around my head as she screams, “Fuck, yes, don’t stop!” Marcus’s fingers slick with lube slide into me, stretching me, making my cock drip onto the sheets.
Elena pulls me up, her eyes wild. “I need you inside me,” she pants, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance. I thrust in, her tight heat gripping me, her nails raking my back. “Fuck me hard,” she begs, and I do, pounding into her, her tits bouncing with every slam. Marcus moves behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, slick and ready. “You want this?” he asks, voice rough.
“Fuck yes,” I grunt, and he pushes in, slow at first, then deeper, filling me till I’m seeing stars. The three of us move like animals—me fucking Elena’s dripping cunt, Marcus railing my ass, our groans and curses filling the room. Elena’s pussy clenches around me as she comes, screaming my name, her juices soaking us. Marcus grips my hips, his thrusts brutal and perfect, and I’m lost, my cock exploding inside Elena as he unloads in me, hot and deep.
We collapse, sweaty and spent, tangled in each other, the air thick with sex and satisfaction. Elena grins, tracing a finger down my chest. “Round two?” she teases, and my cock twitches.
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