♡ la fatalité de l'amour

    When the man revealed his muscular, chiselled frame, she bit onto her bottom lip. The man was hot with his shirt on, and she had spent a lot of time imagining how he was without it—reality was much, much better. His admission almost made her miss the rest of the strip. She was used to getting whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it, but Damian seemed to be the exception, so much that at some point she had thought that maybe she wasn’t his type. It was comforting knowing that it was mutual and he did enjoy all the flirting and teasing after all. “Self-control looks hot on you, but it’s overrated.” Her eyes stayed on him, the wanton look never leaving. “They’re not going to interrupt us unless I call them. I’ll keep you safe,” she said, giggling. The irony of her keeping him safe. Still, she might have been a brat, but she meant to reassure him that he didn’t want him to be fired or worse. When the man climbed over and was close enough, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against his hard body. She was wet against it and the ever so slight grinding provided some relief. A little whimper left her lips, and she reached down to feel his chest, his stomach, all of his muscles, admiring the beast of the man over her. She felt so tiny compared to him—and she was. “I’d never ask you to. You know me. I flaunted my I like it rough tee around you for a reason.” When her hand reached his shaft, she closed it around it, giving it a squeeze. For a moment she doubted she could take it, and it showed in her eyes, but her determination –and arousal-- were much stronger.

    “That’s because there are no ‘girls’ in shady internet chatrooms, dummy—no judging,” she said, adding a wave of her hand to reassure him she wasn’t a bigot. As she walked into the kitchen –which was surprisingly clean and tidy, compared to the living room— she thought it was kinda cute how the man attempted to appreciate the sculpture. Granted, it wasn’t much of an effort if he couldn’t even sound more enthusiastic, but some people simply didn’t know how to express their bewilderment before art. There truly would have been something wrong if her own art was the exception. “The show is next week at the local gallery. If you buy, I can give you a discount--consider it an apology for all the noise. I’ll have a lot of apologizing to do in the future. Ops.” There was a playful smile on her lips, but she wasn’t joking. Of course she would do her best not to disturb him, but sometimes it was just inevitable, especially when inspiration struck. In such cases, she worked like a madwoman to translate into reality what was in her head before it faded or changed too much. “Not enough clothes? I love working on my art naked. Too bad I can’t most of the times, safety measures and all. Do you have a brother for the stripping gig?” She began preparing the coffee, measuring and adding water into the machine, then hopped on the counter. She crossed her bare legs, making sure not to flash the man—was she wearing panties? The thin string against her ass told her yes, but not the kind made to cover anything. “I’m literally freezing my ass—raise the thermostat over there, please.” The apartment was surprisingly big for one person, kitchen included, and that was because she lived with her best friends, artists like her. “I’m Juliana, by the way. What do you do? Something with computers? Must be a computer whizz, who else knows the concept of online chats nowadays? Do you wear glasses? Hawt.”

    Camila was a photographer herself, though she only worked in art photography. Some of the man’s gigs sounded so weird to her, but she was in the position to understand his commitment to the job better than most. She just hadn’t predicted that their schedule would be so different, but then again, she wasn’t known to think things through. When she heard the click of the door, she ran to him like a puppy eager to welcome its owner, without an ounce of shame. “I’m not mad. This is my I-was-about-to-fall-asleep-look,” she said, taking his camera bag and placing it safely aside. “That sounds amazing.” Shortening the distance between them, she placed her hands on his chest, smiling. Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him closer, tiptoeing as she placed a peck on his lips. “I would ask you how it went, but I know how good you are.” She whispered the words against his lips, unable to detach herself from the man. Not in a million years she would have thought they’d end up together—he had been her crush, artistically and otherwise, for the longest time. “How about I treat you to something, too? Right now. As a reward for the good job.” She pulled him down just enough to dive in for a deep kiss.

    Vincenzo pursed her lips, trying to listen to his lover’s concerns. The other was a pop star; he expected him of all people to understand how these things worked. “I want to be mad at you right now, but you’re too hot,” he joked, sliding his arms around the other and pulling him against his own body. “Try to understand. I didn’t even know I liked guys before you. Maybe this looks like I’m keeping a secret to you, but from where I stand? It’s so much more. I want to spend every free moment with you, more than I want to get out here and pretend to be whatever my father expects me to be.” Being so close to the other was nice, but he had to let him go. He licked his lips and turned to put his shoes on. “But I understand if you can’t do this. I want you outside these walls, but I don’t know if that can ever happen. My father has basically planned my life and I’ve been trying to find a way for us to fit into that.”

    There was something about Ricky. It would be a lie if Vito said that he didn’t take great pleasure from corrupting the boy and pushing his buttons. But that was precisely the point—he wasn’t corrupting anything. The young boy was living behind a facade, hiding who he really was and what he wanted. That was the real Ricky, the one taking immense pleasure in humiliating himself before his cock. The young man who made him groan with the way he licked his underwear clean. Vito reached down with a hand, stroking the boy’s cheek. “You really are a slut, uh?” His words weren’t meant as an insult, as the endearing tone and the smile on his lips suggested. “This what you wanted? Hm?” Grabbing a fistful of the wolf’s hair, he pushed his face against his crotch. He was throbbing against him, and as he caused more friction by rubbing his face against his clothed cock, more and more pre-cum kept leaking. When he let the other go, he tugged at the underwear and pulled it down to his knees, camera still pointing at Ricky. Vito slapped the boy’s face with his cock a few times, smearing him pre-cum, marking the other wolf as his. A deep growl shook in his chest as the beast inside him was finally claiming the alpha after so long. “See what you do t’ me, Ricky? I could have anyone I wanted, but I need you. Now get to work and don’t make me regret staying.” When the other was close enough, he grasped his scalp and pushed his hips against him. He forced his mouth open with his massive girth, getting barely past the tip. “Take it all, come on. I know you can do it.”

    She gave the man a tepid smile as he spoke, laying down before his face the mug full of steaming coffee. “Yeah, I remember. I helped you with the sketching part. Not really my expertize, but it does look safe and stylish now.” She chuckled, taking a sip from her own mug. It was morning and she knew he’d be up, still working on his new project. “Gareth, seriously, you need some sleep. You can’t run on coffee. The mind can’t keep up and you could make a fatal mistake, wasting time and energies.” She stretched and yawned then. Yun didn’t want to nag him, but when the man was like that, he could really forget to take care of himself. “Your mattress is the best, by the way. Did you invent that one too?”

    Well, now who was supposed to be the lawyer between them? Half of the stuff Mike said went over his head. Being from abroad and studying here for a semester, their school system was different and he made an uneducated guess that Mike’s curriculum was pretty fucking impressive. He sighed, pulling away that hand from his cheek. Vincenzo was honestly tired of people’s expectations. To think that he wasn’t the one who was supposed to inherit his father’s career in the first place. Vincenzo had planned not to have anything to do with it, but suddenly his life turned outside down and his father expected him to be the prodigal son. From the sweet, good man that he was, he turned into a tyrant who planned in advance every second of his life. The university years were his last chance to have a somewhat free life. Instead here he was, listening to what someone else wanted. “All of that stuff? It means nothing to my dad. It should mean nothing to me, too. You will not advance my political career. He will never allow it.” Shaking his head, he took his bag. He guessed they weren’t having a fun night in after all. “Dude, before I met you, I had never even touched another dick. You feel like a mistress? Well, I’m doing what I can. Still processing this new… development, and this thing we have. I’m trying to find a goddamn way to make everyone happy.” He looked straight into his eyes. “Yes, you’re like a side chick. Guy. Whatever. Because that’s all I have. The time I spend with you is the only time I’m not faking it. I’m not just having ‘fun’ in the closet. I’m not sleeping with anyone else, I’m not pretending to be with someone else. I’ve been ditching all the events I could just to stay with you. And you’re here giving me ultimatums? Well, fuck you. I guess you’re so good that love isn’t enough for you, uh?”

    Ryan was the one mistake she couldn’t forgive herself for. When she had finally decided what she wanted to do with her life, her boyfriend seemed to be the only thing that kept her from finding her place into the world. She didn’t like what he did to her. He turned her world upside down, he would make her needy, he made her dream of spending the rest of her life with him. Her best friends managed to open her eyes, and when an opportunity presented itself, she took it and went no contact. It wasn’t like she hadn’t texted him back—she had just never pressed send. Instead, she saved those messages. After him, there had only been one other guy, an asshole who made her see what she sacrificed to pursue her dreams. This was why she had finally replied, after five years: maybe she could have both? She didn’t think he’d answer, let alone agree to… whatever that was going to be. She was selfish after all, she could see that much. When she found the table and approached it, she gave a long look to Ryan. Her heart skipped a beat. “Hey. Thank you for meeting me here on such short notice,” she said, trying to keep it neutral. Suddenly she wanted to bury herself. Coming from work, she was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white t-shirt. She let down her long corvine hair as she sat down, making her order to the waitress. She then looked at the torn sachet next to the cup of coffee, smiling a little. “Still taking your coffee extra sweet?” She made a face, feigning contempt, as she used to, as though no time has passed. “How are you doing, Ryan?”

    Her and Quincy were from totally different worlds, but over the years, they became best friends. Whenever she traveled out of the country, she spent most of the time with him. If she was honest with herself, she was into him, but they couldn’t. Her father would have killed her. And he’d have found out, no doubt. But now that they were stuck in an elevator, cut out from the outside world in a bubble that wasn’t threaten to explode anytime soon after they called for help… “We can’t,” she said, spreading her legs to allow him to play with her as he desired. Electricity flooded her whole body when his tongue made contact with her sex, and she grabbed a fistful of his hair to push him against it, pushing herself against his mouth. No, they couldn’t, but her body said it when she couldn’t speak: she wanted it more than anything in the world. Pleasure pooled between her legs, her wet folds were now dripping against his tongue, and she squeezed hard at the intrusion of his finger. “We don’t have much time…”

    Part of her wanted to think she was just playing Junior’s game, but the boy was too genuine for doing and saying such things on purpose. The words he spoke filled her heart. She had always wanted a family of her own, and while it might not happen with the Junior’s father, the boy was giving her everything she needed. “You’re not serious,” she said, sheepish. “But you better pick a girl who does come close to me, because I couldn’t bear to see you settling for less than you’re worth. Girls nowadays aren’t into serious commitments, or so I’ve seen.” She might not have been Junior’s age, but she was a professor and had eyes to observe the behavior of her students. As she kept walking towards the little shop, she giggled at his comment. “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s natural to have certain reactions. I don’t want you to think that there’s anything wrong with you. But, we can’t go in there like this, can we?” As her soft ass effectively massaged the boy’s erection with every step, she could feel the wet spot brushing against her skin. She was pretty sure a wet patch was forming between her own legs as well. She made a turn for their car, which luckily, she left in an almost isolated spot. “I’m impressed, though. You haven’t got that from your father.” If he did, their sex life would have probably been better. When they finally made it to the destination, she opened the passenger’s door and guided Junior, making him sit there. Her heart was hammering in her chest. An idea had formed in her mind when they were walking, and she was too weak to resist. She couldn’t remember a man that made her truly give into desire like he did. “Let’s get you cleaned up, son,” she said sweetly, lowering on her knees. She tugged at the hem of his trunks, freeing the enormous shaft that popped out before her eyes. Closing her fingers around the mast, she pulled it closer and looked up. “I’m sorry for this, Junior, but I need you. Your father has been neglecting me…” Her lips parted, and she cleaned the pre-cum off the head of his cock with a few sweeps of her tongue. “If anything I do feels uncomfortable, tell me. I’ll stop.” Then she wrapped her lips around Junior, hollowing her cheeks, and she knew there was no coming back. Her breasts rested against his leg as she sucked on her son.

    she wanted to bury herself right then right there. seriously, she went completely wild on the guy for the very reason that she’d never have to meet him again. now it could get her ass fired and hurt her reputation—he didn’t seem the kind of guy who’d cause her such problems, but you never knew. she tried to pull herself together, avoiding eye contact and paying more attention to the girl even as she spoke. “oh, don’t tell the other parents, but she’s the best. she’s so smart and well-behaved.” she cleared her throat then, raising her gaze but avoiding his eyes specifically. “the uniform issue, though.” no, not the one she had had when they met, trying to be adventurous. “i know it’s a hassle, but you know, the principal and his rules.”

    A raised eyebrow adorned her skeptical expression. “You can’t be serious, Micah,” she said. “You’re eye-fucking me right now.” She bit on her bottom lip, looking at him from head to toe, returning the sentiment. She hadn’t really meant to give him any trouble, but being the daughter of a mafia boss, she had to watch her steps every minute of her life. “You’re not just my plaything,” she said, advancing towards him. Her hand was now resting on his chest as she looked up, all doe eyes. “I really like you. I’d change my Facebook status for you,” she teased. “And since when that’s a problem? You weren’t complaining the other night.”

    he looked at the barman. “uh, two whiskey on the rocks. thanks.” oh god, he hated that, and the other knew it, but it was too late to change the order. or maybe the man didn’t even remember. right, let’s be less self-centered, luciano. he finally sat beside the other, noticing that their friends, the mad geniuses, were avoiding to look their way. “that okay sure sounded like you wanted me gone,” he half-joked. god, why was he so awkward? “that’s okay. i understand. i’m the asshole. you have a lifelong free pass to say and do anything.” luciano had left the man when things between were getting too intense, with the excuse that he wanted to focus on his studies and his family. and family didn’t include alsandair at the time. he wanted to become a doctor and he had put that before their relationship, he even told the other he loved him. “if it’s any consolation, i’ve been miserable without you. you were right about everything.” he cleared his throat. “what i meant to say is, i’m sorry.”

    She gritted her teeth, swallowing down a smart comeback. God, she could argue with him all day. And she wasn’t sure she’d mind. She should, but a male wolf who didn’t make her hit the dirt for speaking her mind was a nice change. “It wasn’t a threat. I just decided to tell you the truth. Giving you a warning like that could get me in trouble. Who do you think they’re going to blame if you know they’ll be coming for you?” Taking a deep breath, she tried to think. To think of the way to solve this problem. But instead of air, she inhaled his scent. Strong, powerful, her inner wolf telling her one thing and one thing only. It was all around her and impossible to escape. Her own arousal was making her legs jelly. She moved closer until she was into his personal space and looked up at him. “They can be a good pack with a leader like you. They were a good pack, ask anyone around. Maybe they weren’t that great to me, but it’s not just their fault. I’m a handful.” It was true, in a way. She might have been an omega, but her brother didn’t raise her as one. “Maybe my body is not enough of an offer, but I know the pack better than anyone else. If you accept and keep me at your side, I can help. Not that you look like you need help, but I can be useful.” She wanted to touch him, but she’d never do it without permission. He’d have to listen to her heartbeat to know that she was honest. “Most alphas would kill for such an opportunity. What is it that you want? I can give you a family. A true mate? I won’t object or give you any trouble if you find one.” Her eyes then wandered all over his body. Up close he looked even better. “You really are—I mean, you make me feel safe. Yes, safe. I can see why I--they want you.”

    A sigh left his lips and he distanced himself from the other. “You done?” Another pause as he let the other man get out whatever was on his mind. “How many times do we have to go over this? I don’t want to keep it a secret, but I have to. Just until I figure out a way to tell my father. He has expectations, alright? He has my career planned out. I just can’t do whatever the fuck I want.” Vincenzo crossed his arms, keeping his temper in check. It wasn’t the other’s fault. “Look, I understand that it’s not easy for you. I never expected you to play along. We can break it off. I’ll keep thinking about you, but whatever. If you can’t do it, you can’t do it.”