brynn had been known to be adventerous so she'd always gone along with his ideas, doing whatever he'd wanted as she knew they were always going to benefit her too. in another moment, or with anyone else she might've been offended by being called slutty, but with gabriel she hadn't cared, knowing that this side of her had only ever come out with him. she hadn't responded to him, just smiled as she knew that nothing had even started yet, and she shouldn't have already been this turned on, but just the sight of him was enough, something she'd never get enough of, and if that was what she had to blame it on - then she would. ❝ it's not my fault, you're so hot. ❞ brynn admitted, cheeks tinting pink as she was pulled closer against him. ❝ but if its too slutty, i could always find somewhere else to sit. i'd hate to make you uncomfortable. ❞ she quickly added, her hips rolling back against him, slow but deliberate.

she  is  a  man's  wet  dreams  —  going  along  with  just  about  any  idea  he  had.  this  time  no  exception,  and  it's  hot.  “so  it's  my  fault?”  the  usual  banter,  keeping  the  topic  light.  their  friends  are  none  the  wiser.  gabriel's  going  to  keep  it  that  way.  back  meets  his  chest,  his  own  legs  spreading  wider  as  brynn  settles.  his  hips  roll  and  teeth  bite  back  a  groan,  growling  into  her  ear.  “you're  going  to  stay  on  my  dick,”  punctuated  by  a  thrust  of  his  own.  this  angle  makes  it  hard,  holding  her  waist  as  he  adjusts  his  position  on  the  couch.  feet  touching  the  bottom  of  the  table  for  leverage,   there's  an  evil  grin  on  his  face.  “and  you're  going  to  cum  all  over  me  in  front  of  our  friends.  think  you  can  do  that?”  nips  at  her  earlobe,  large  palm  groping  her  breast  through  her  dress.  gabriel  is  touchy  –  this  isn't  anything  new  for  their  friends  to  witness,  the  perfect  excuse  to  get  what  he  wants.

it was a dangerous game to be playing, and lorenzo knew that, but his whole life was full of danger so it was at least something that he was used to. she was a whole different kind of trouble, a brat by all means, and he could either lean into it, give her whatever she asked for, or prove that she really did have to work for it. while the first would've been easier, the second was definitely more fun. hearing what she wanted from him had caused the edges of his lips to turn up in a smirk, a low chuckle falling from his lips at her very last question. ❝ a very good thing. ❞ he was impressed that she'd opt to not wear them, considering how short of a dress she was wearing, and this kind of event that her father was putting on, but it was working in his favor right now, so enzo hadn't cared. the hand on her hip had began to move, trailing along her lower back as he drifted under the hem of her skirt, parting the girls legs. the bathroom door was still open, the party in full swing the level below them, but it was just another element of danger. after he'd parted her legs, lorenzo allowed his hand to move up the rest of the way, fingers running along her slit before delving in farther, trailing over the wet folds.

a  good  girl.  the  perfect  daughter  began  to  fracture  years  ago  —  sabine  knows  better  than  to  let  it  show,  to  let  the  cracks  in  the  glass  show  to  her  father,  let  alone  her  mother.  they'd  have  a  field  day.  between  entertaining  older  men  such  as  lorenzo  or  partying  beyond  comprehension,  they'd  have  a  tizzy  if  anything  ever  got  out.  good  thing  it  never  will.  a  secret  between  him  and  her.  the  thought  of  it  makes  her  stomach  flip  -  flop,  burning  with  sensation  of  anxiety  and  need.  enzo  can  try,  but  she's  not  going  to  let  go  so  easily.  “that's  what  i  thought.”  bends  down  even  further,  dress  riding  up  as  her  legs  part.  heat  radiating  from  slick  folds,  she  wiggles  her  ass,  just  s  bit.  anything  to  entice  him  to  do  something.  do  more.  the  chatter  of  downstairs  barely  conceals  the  moan  she  lets  out  at  first  contact  –  rough  fingers  meeting  her  slit,  blonde  can't  help  but  shiver  at  his  touch.  leans  back,  attempts  to  further  his  fingers  inside  of  her.  no  avail.  “c'mon  --”  a  huff,  looking  at  him  through  the  mirror.  “you've  been  looking  like  you  want  to  eat  me  all  night,  now  you  wanna  go  slow?”  a  challenge. 

the fear of getting caught was always going to be forefront in his mind, though he also had faith in them to keep it under wraps so they wouldn't really have to worry about anything. as far as he was concerned, if they could stay quiet he didn't think anyone would catch on. ❝ stop it? that mean you're not inviting me to stay over tonight? ❞ greyson questioned, though he was positive he already knew the answer to it. once her legs parted more for him, it was easier to thrust his hips up into her, a slow start as he didn't want to draw too much attention to them. it was a slightly awkward motion given how they were sitting but still something he was able to work with, a low grunt falling from his lips as he fully buried himself inside of her.

her  head  shakes,  a  silent  answer  to  his  question  as  the  moment  of  his  hips  pick  up.  “i  didn't  say  that  —  “  a  perfectly  timed  squeak  right  as  one  of  the  villains  of  the  movie  starts  the  first  kill.  they  both  know  that  as  soon  as  the  credits  roll,  they'll  be  up  in  her  bedroom  doing  god  knows  what.  insatiable  for  each  other,  it  kind  of  makes  her  sick  to  think  about  how  infatuated  she  is  with  him.  the  taste  of  blood  floods  her  mouth  as  teeth  sink  into  plush  lip,  greyson  thrusting  up  into  her  has  gracie  leaning  her  head  back  on  his  shoulder,  pulling  the  blanket  up  higher  over  them.  he  bottoms  out  inside  of  her,  she  moves  back  until  they're  both  sure  he's  deep.  she  feels  full.  ”fuck,"  a  whisper,  only  heard  by  the  two  of  them.