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Just hearing his wet towel hit the floor make her stand up straight, she was a bit of a neat freak and a towel on the floor irked her to no end. But that was beside the point, of course she had an idea of where to head. “Do you know me at all? Even my spontaneity is planned.” Although when he turns to face her, her arms wrap around her bare abdomen. She was far from secure in her body or most things really. Aside from her devotion to god she was unsure of most things. Quickly she turns back around to pull a tanktop over her sports bra and to step into her leggings. Falling to the bed, she starts loosening the laces on her sneakers so she could more easily pull them on. “You should grab a hat too. Gotta protect your cute face from the sun, hm?” 

Keegan had to laugh when Marisol reminded him of just how similar they were when it came to staying within their comfort zones. “Right, right. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Grinning, he picked his shorts up from the bed where they were laid out and put them on. He averted his eyes from Marisol’s body when he noticed her unease, fighting the urge to ask why she wanted to hide even from him. He didn’t have any room to ask someone else about hiding things at the moment. “I gotta protect my cute face?” Keegan grinned, turning to Marisol again once she was working on her shoelaces. He approached from the side and playfully flopped down on the empty space next to her, wrapping his arms around her middle.  “What about your cute face?”

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“Hmm,” he hummed under his breath as he tried to hide the amusement from his features, his lips pursing as he dropped his gaze to the floor– knowing that if he looked at Keegan his facade would crack. “I don’t remember sayin’ anythin’ like that. Must be wishful thinkin’ on your part.” He was obviously trying to be playful but Wyatt had never been a talented liar. Really, it was a miracle that he’d managed to hide away his sexuality until he found freedom at college. If they had met when he was in high school, or living at home with his parents? Keegan would have been nothing more than a staple in his dreams at night; he would have been nothing more than a crush that he couldn’t get out of his head. Here though? Here Wyatt could have him without persecution; he could be with him and not constantly glance over his shoulder to make sure they weren’t being followed. 

Which was why it was so hard for him to lie right now, even if it was just him being playful. He’d spent so many years denying himself that he swore he would never do it again; and no joke was worth denying his attraction to the other. “Jesus,” he cursed under his breath as his facade instantly crumbled; his lips peeling back into a smile as he pushed his chair out so he could face Keegan. “Do you know how hard it is to keep my shit together when you tease me like that?” He mused as he reached out to pull the other closer. Looking up at him, Wyatt leaned close to rest his chin against Keegan’s abdomen as he kept his eyes locked on his lovers face. “You don’ have to say shit and I’m givin’ in. Makes me feel weak,” he mumbled, “but in a good way.” Pausing for a moment, just to look up at him, Wyatt continued to rest against him as his hands loosely found their place on the other’s hip. “Think I got long enough to prove myself or will the coffee be done before I get the chance?”

“Oooh, suddenly you have amnesia?” Keegan chuckled, his laugh genuine and revealing no traces of the stress that was currently threatening to crush him. “Or maybe something’s just wrong with my ears?” He nodded his head slowly, his grin growing a mile wide as Wyatt failed to carry on his denial for more than a second. It did make him feel worse about himself, being able to lie to Wyatt when Wyatt clearly wasn’t capable of reciprocating. But how could he feel stay feeling bad when the other boy was smiling like that, being so damn cute as he played coy.  

Rubbing the back of his neck, Keegan shrugged his shoulders at the claim that he’d been teasing Wyatt. Was it his turn to play coy? A soft laugh escaped him when Wyatt tugged him into his orbit. His hands reached out to lightly skim his fingertips over the crown of Wyatt’s head as Wyatt nuzzled into his lean abdomen.  “Good question..” Keegan smirked. “Only one way to find out, huh?”  @smclltxwns​ 

“Oh, I think sinful and decadent will suffice for now.” Lo was content to watch him from behind, taking in the full silhouette of his body as he ascended the stairs of the pool and set foot on dry land once more. Her tongue curled behind her teeth, a faint smirk painting her lips as she allowed her gaze to follow the rivulets of water that dripped down his broad shoulders and cascaded down his spine. Gregory was a sight to behold and the blonde had already established that she had no shame. Anticipation warmed her blood even as the cool evening air created goosebumps on her wet skin as she too exited the pool, taking his hand with her own smaller one.

“Mhmm,” she nodded her head in agreement, once again allowing her gaze to obviously rake over him. “Positively famished.” Lo stretched lazily, extending her arms and standing on the tips of her toes to work out some of the strain from their prior fucking. She was also being a bit of a brat, giving him a good look at her naked body now that they were out in the open air and there was no longer any water to obscure any part of her from view. “What’s on the menu?”

“Sinful and decadent, huh?” Gregory grinned, unable to deny that those traits fit Lo like a glove. From the glimpse he’d seen of her wild side in the pool, he imagined that all the intricacies of human language still paled in comparison.  “Like devil’s food cake?” He cast a velvety laugh into the air, openly admiring the young woman as she emerged from the water, beadlets lazily sliding down over the swells of her perfect tits. Man, she was breath-taking. He smiled at Lo when she placed her hand in his, permitting him to lead her from the edge of the pool and in the direction of the house. He let go to push the sliding door to the kitchen open, then watched as she stretched her glorious figure. 

“Good.” He nodded, matching her unabashed gaze with his own, his hands already twitching to get hold of her again. “You, baby.” Gregory gestured for Lo to come to him and when she was within arm’s reach, he clasped the side of her throat and drew her against him for a bruising kiss. He pivoted them inside and tugged the kitchen door closed after them, wasting little time before his hand was slipping between her legs again, seeking her sinful and decadent sex. @lemonadecabaret​

With her mind clear and focused on relief she was as calm as she ever was, and that was probably why they fucked so often. It was the only time they were working harmoniously. Maybe they were even capable of fooling themselves that they were a happy functional couple but that was a lie they tried not to sit on too long. Chest heaving, her moans grew louder and came from a deeper place deep in her abdomen. Her legs close in and her heels rest against his back to ease him closer. “God, Cash fuck me…” She groans out, craving to be filled by him sooner rather than later. 

If he thought her lips tasted like wine, then her pussy was pure nectar. Dante greedily lapped at her sweetness, growling against the skin as he eagerly heeded her encouragement. The gangster focused on her clit at first, circling and massaging the little bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. He sucked on it gently, humming his approval of her growing arousal against her skin. Anisa was glistening for him, seemingly inviting all that he was doing now and all that he had planned before their time was through. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered again, still not over the woman’s beauty or how Serkan couldn’t appreciate it.

Dante lowered himself even further on the mattress, the brush of his nose as he lapped at her cunt taking over possession of her clit. He drank from her deeply and hungrily, writing the word ‘mine’ over and over inside of her with his tongue. He wrote other things too. His name. Her name. He could write an entire novel inside of her if she’d let him. If she could last that long without combusting, because he was determined to set fire to this bed and her with it. He pressed his face as deeply into her as he could, tongue pointed and thrusting into her wet sex. His fingers held her more tightly once he began to tongue fuck her in earnest, hungry eyes watching for her reaction from between her thighs.

Anisa’s soft brown eyes slammed shut while Dante lavished her slick sex with his undivided attention. Her chest rose high, lungs expanding in earnest, until she remembered she had to exhale, a stilted moan breaking free of her open mouth as he toyed with her swollen clit.  The boss’ wife shivered in response to the vibration of Dante’s mouth against her dripping core, her fingers flexing to grip onto his hair more firmly. She was so delighted that her cheeks were sore from smiling already. “Yes,” she giggled almost inaudibly, squirming beneath her husband’s employee. 

After she sent a few texts, she managed to find someone to cover for her and she was eager to let the drama slide off her back for the time being. Her dad knew better than to reach out again after getting her worked up anyway. So Keegan couldn’t have come in at a more perfect time. Her furrowed brow settle and she cracked a smile at the sight of him. “Of course, just had to get my ducks in a row.” Although she realized she completely spaced on picking out his outfit so she sprung up from the bed. “As much as I’m enjoying the view. Let me..pick you something to wear.” She sighs, pulling a basic tee, some basketball shorts, a nice pair of fresh socks and some sneakers. She set it up neatly on the dresser top and then nodded. “This’ll do. Suit up, handsome.” Marisol grins as she grabs her outfit from the bed and turns to start ridding herself of her own clothes. 

Keegan dragged his fingers through the soaked ends of his hair, appreciating the cool drops against his flushed shoulders and neck. He nodded, glad that Marisol was able to sort things out so that they could proceed on their adventure. “Thanks, I don’t think a towel’s approved hiking attire.” He grinned, unfastening the towel from his waist to dry his hair briefly as Marisol set out his clothes. Keegan tossed the damp towel to the floor before he grabbed a pair of clean underwear from his dresser and put them on. “Have you mapped out a destination for us.. or are we winging it?” he asked, peering over at Marisol as he put his t-shirt on, stealing a peek as she began to remove her clothes. @malcfactorss​