#chis evans

Since the day you arrived at the run-down ‘Red Sea Diving Resort’ you have been uneasy. No matter what, you cant shake the feeling of being watched. Its almost CONSTANT. In your room, on the beach, in the dining hall, even in your shower. In fact, the only place you didn't feel like you were being watched was under the ocean during a dive. Which is exactly why you had been taking the dive excursion any time one was available.

“How are you going on another dive? We have been here four days and you have already done six!” Your friend, Alyssa, exclaimed from where she was leaning back in the sand, sunbathing on her towel.

“I've only done two scuba dives. The rest were wall freediving.” You responded with a shrug of your shoulders. Even now, the hairs on the back of your neck were tingling, yet your quick looks around the beach couldn't spot anyone watching you.

“You know you aren't actually a fish right? You can spend some time on land.” She joked with a smile.

“You know I have always preferred the ocean over the land.” You respond.

“If you keep up diving all the time, you won't be able to walk by the time our vacation is over.” Alyssa pointed out.

“Walking is overrated anyways.” You joke back.

“Actually, its an essential part of life. And to make sure you don't lose your ability to walk, I scheduled a massage for you!” She squealed, excited to share the surprise. You inwardly groaned.

“Why would you do that? And for when?” You ask. You weren't big on having a stranger rub up and down your body. Especially not somewhere that you felt so uneasy.

“Because you need a break. And for tonight at 6! The rest of us are getting them throughout the day! Jolene is in there now.” Alyssa said. “And, since it's my birthday present to you, you can't say no!”

“This entire trip is your birthday present to me. You don't have to get me extras on top of that.” You pointed out. Alyssa laughed in response.

“Technically, it's part of the trip. Now, go finish swimming with the fishes and living your best mermaid dreams, that way you can get back here and have a relaxing massage, hopefully by one of the hot ass men that work here.” Alyssa said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and headed to the boat.

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Ari watched you dive back under the water, eyes glued to your butt as it jiggled as you went down. Since you arrived, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off you. You came off the bus laughing, hair blowing in the breeze that blew your overshirt opn and down your arms slightly, giving him a great view of your cleavage coming out the top of your tank top. Your laugh drew him in, but your looks had him hooked. Short, with an hourglass shape that accentuated your boobs and ass. Wide hips, thick thighs. Clearly your body was mostly muscle with a little cushioning on top, and in your shorts, your legs were on display. The sight made him groan slightly. To say you were his type was an understatement.

He watched Haley check in your group. Eight girls on a vacation in Sudan. Risky to say the least, but he was glad someone had the guts, or stupidity, to book your vacation at his resort. He didn't even realize it at first, but found himself unconsciously following you as you made your way to your room. It was nothing obvious, he kept his distance and always seemed to be doing something else, yet he never lost sight of you. A part of him filled with joy when he saw you walk all the way down to the last bungalow. It was slightly secluded from the rest, and you went in alone, your friends each getting their own as well. Yours however, was closest to his quarters, and allowed him a perfect view into your window.

Over the next few days, he found himself watching your every move. He typically only led one or two excursions a week, but here he was, captain of the boat leading his fourth excursion in three days. Everyone was questioning why he was suddenly going out so much, but he just shrugged them off, saying he was bored and needed something to do. Jake was already the tour leader, so he offered to captain the boat. Once all the divers were happily swimming around, Jake came back to the boat, climbing in.

“You know, she is only here for three more days, if you are going to make a move, it needs to be soon.” Jake said, as he shook the water out of his har. Ari looked away from the spot of water you disappeared under and at Jake.

“Excuse me” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Jake scoffed.

“Don't try to deny it. You've practically been following her around like a lost puppy.” Jake said with a laugh. Ari glanced back at the water where you were swimming. “Don’t worry, I am sure she hasn't noticed. The guest wouldn't. But to us, the sudden change in routine is obvious.”

“I am not following her.” Ari responded, running his hand through his hair.

“Right. Sure. Not following her at all. Just coincidentally being everywhere she is, every second of the day.” Jake said with a wink, and in response Ari threw one of the nearby snorkels at him, earning a hearty laugh from Jake. “Right well, if you aren't interested in her, I am sure you don't mind me giving her a massage later.”

“We don't offer massages.” Ari said, a look of confusion on his face. Jake responded with a wicked grin.

“We didn't offer massages. Then her friend, the blonde spending daddy’s money, saw the old storage room with massage tables. One thing led to another, and her entire group booked individual massages for $200 a piece. We are practically rolling in money. And let's face it, being able to rub warm oil over each of their bodies is an added perk.” Ari’s smile dropped before turning into a look of fury.

“We aren't here to make a profit Jake.” His eyes narrowed into a glare as he spoke.

“No shit, lighten up. You're just mad about the idea of my hands all over her body. And where else it might lead.” Jake said with a suggestive wink. Ari’s jaw clenched at his words.

“No, I am not. Since you won't be touching her.” Ari replied. Jake’s eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise.

“I wont? Oh, let me guess, another job you coincidentally volunteer for?” Jake laughed, clapping a hand on Ari’s shoulder. “Just think, maybe after you are done loosening her up, she can help loosen you up.” Jake laughed loudly at his own joke, and Ari’s only response was a shove that sent Jake toppling over the side of the boat, back into the water.

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“It was heavenly. I can practically still feel his hands.” Alyssa said with a dreaming sigh.

“If you loved it so much, why don't you take my slot?” You suggested, earning an annoyed look from your friend.

“Everyone knows two massages in a row is pointless. Besides, you need it. I can feel your leg pain from here.” Alyssa joked. “And don't forget to drink water, its better for the massage. Lord knows you're not hydrated enough right now. You really need to drink more water.” You rolled your eyes at her response. She acted like such a mom.

“Fine. Ill go. But only because you insist.” You respond, heading towards your room.

“Right, only because of me and not because of a dreamy, muscle relaxing massage.” She laughed, before going into her room. In your own bungalow, you take a quick shower and change into a loose tank top and shorts, before heading to the massage bungalow. Once you enter, you see the lady from the reception desk laying a cloth on the table.

“Sorry, I am just finishing up. You can strip behind the screen, there is a towel there for you. We use oils, so its recommended to remove everything. Ari already set up some water for you, since your friends mentioned you might be dehydrated. It can have negative effects on the massage. Just lay on the bed face down whenever you are ready, you can cover the essential bits with the towel. Ari will be in momentarily, he is just running a little behind.” She spoke as she moved around the room, lighting all the candles.

“Right, thank you.” You responded, before going behind the screen. You took a few sips of the cucumber water that was there, before stripping. As you wrapped the towel around yourself, you heard her leave. You quickly chugged the rest of the water, before heading to the table. You’d rather get on it before Ari arrived, not wanting to flash him. Once you laid down on the table, you adjusted the small towel the best you could, it barely went from the bottom of your butt to the bottom of your scapulas. No matter how you adjusted it, either your boobs or butt were exposed. Since it was just your side boobs, you opted for coverage on your butt.

The candles had a pleasant smell that filled the room, almost like warm vanilla. The woman had turned a radio on low, pleasant classical music playing gently in the background. It felt like forever before Ari arrived, and you almost fell asleep. Your head turned as you heard the door open. You honestly werent sure who Ari was, but quickly recognized the man who had been leading most of the dives. Instantly, a mild sense of panic filled you. You were already uncomfortable with the idea of the massage, and now that feeling was even worse. It wasn't that he scared you. No, it was that he was the one person that worked at the resort that you found attractive.

He was tall, with dark hair and a beard covering his face. He was strong, with thick muscles on his arms and chest, something you had seen countless times while on the boat tours. It seemed like if he wasn't in the water in a wetsuit, the man was shirtless. Prior to this moment, where he was wearing a loose fitting button up, you were beginning to wonder if he owned shirts at all. He looked over at you with a heart stopping smile.

“Sorry I am late, the last tour finished up later than expected.” He apologized while going over to the table full of what you assumed were massage supplies.

“It's ok, the wait was relaxing.” You replied, before putting your head back in the headhole on the table, silently berating yourself for such a dumb response. Your dumb response, however, earned you a heartly chuckle from Ari.

“Candle lit room with relaxing music and an ocean breeze? It's where I would want to be stuck waiting too.” Though you weren't looking, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Have you ever had a massage before?”

“No.” You were deciding to try and stick with one word answers, as your brain was apparently too dumb to give you intelligent answers. He let out a short hum in response.

“Did you hydrate? It's important for your muscles to have water, it stops them from being sore and achy afterwards.”

“Yea, I drank the water you left.” You responded. Ari glanced over at the empty glass sitting on a table near the dressing screen.

“Hm, good girl.” The words were so low you almost missed them. Almost. But you didn't, you heard them, and those two little words send a warm feeling straight to your core, causing you to tense up. You did not need to get wet from this man giving you a massage. It would be the opposite of relaxing. He noticed your body tensing.

“Relax your muscles. I am going to start with your neck, upper back and arms. Then ill do your lower back, then your legs. We use warm oil, so it might feel weird on your skin at first.” As he finished talking, a warm oil hit your back, causing you to flinch slightly. “Shhh, just relax.” His tone was so quiet it was almost a whisper, but so deep it shook you to the core. It took everything in you to do as he said and relax your muscles.

The room was mostly silent as he worked, save for the soft flow of music. His hands were like magic, spreading the oil across your skin as his hands worked in strong patterns to release the tension from your muscles. You expected the oil to cool down as he moved from one area to the next, but everywhere the oil touched only seemed to get warmer, your skin starting to tingle. Slowly, your entire body relaxed beyond your will as he worked. You steadily grew relaxed, yet tired, your limbs feeling too heavy to move. As he began to work down your back, his fingertips grazed the side of your breasts, earning a soft, involuntary moan from you as your skin broke out in goosebumps. He paused briefly at the sound, admiring the way your skin flushed, before continuing his work. Only this time, something seemed different.

The confident organized strokes of his hands seemed to deviate from any pattern, more often than not touching your breasts, before at one point, openingly fondling the sides for your breasts. You desperately wanted to voice an objection, but the words couldn't seem to process from your brain to your mouth, as the only noise that escaped was another low moan. His hands eventually left your breasts, heading down your back, before massaging right above the curve of your butt. He massaged that area for a while, enjoying the low noises it drew from you.

Your mind was spinning. Everything in you knew this was wrong, and wanted to stop what was happening, but no matter what, you couldn't move or voice your objections. You just laid there, enjoying every second of his hands fondling your body. The towel still covered your ass, allowing some semblance of decency. A part of you figured he would just remove it as he went down, but a small part of your mind felt relief as his hands skipped over the towel, instead moving down your body to your feet. There, he gently applied more of the oil, and began to slowly massage your feet and calves, paying extra attention to the areas that drew little moans from your mouth.

As he made his way up your legs, you couldn't deny the fact that you were drenched between them. Every movement of his hands sent fire to your core, and the constant feeling of heat and tingling from everywhere the oil touched wasn't helping. A ragged breath escaped your lips as his hands massaged your thighs, giving extra attention to the inside of your thighs, as it sent shivers up your spine. As his hands reached the top of your thighs, he removed the towel hiding your butt. A deep moan filled the room, this time from him instead of you. His hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly, enough to hurt, before gently massaging the pain away. The same warm oil was generously applied across each cheek, before his hands diligently worked it into your skin. A palm slammed down on your right ass cheek, the smack reverberating throughout the room, followed by a groan.

“Fuck, with an ass like that, who can resist?” He seemed to be talking to himself more than to you as he smacked your other cheek, before gently massaging away the burning sensation his smacks left in each cheek. “Look at you, taking everything I give you with nothing more than a moan. Such a good fucking girl’ He groaned out. One of his hands gripped your hip, lifting it off the table slightly, allowing his other arm to wrap around underneath you. Using that leverage, he easily flipped out over so that you laid on your back. The sudden movement had your world spinning, everything fuzzy as you felt him bend your legs at the knees. Slowly, your vision cleared and you were able to look at him, watching as he slowly drug your body down so that your ass rested that the end of the table, your knees bent and parted as he stood between them.

At some point, he had removed his shirt, leaving his chest bare for you to see. His eyes were roving over your body, landing on your breasts. He grabbed the bottle of oil off the table beside you, and slowly applied it up your stomach and then over each breast. As he did, you were able to catch a glimpse of the label that clearly read ‘aphrodisiac oil’. That explained the tingling heat left behind by the oil. He put the bottle back down, before his hands went to your stomach, slowly and sensually massaging it in.

“Everything about you is intoxicating. I knew you'd enjoy this.” His voice was low and husky, his eyes never leaving your body as he worked. “After all, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask.” He seemed to smile at his own joke, his eyes flicking up to yours. “Oh, that's right, you can't, can you?” A sinking feeling formed in your gut as he spoke, his words confirming your suspicions. As if he could see the fear in your eyes, he continued “Oh, don't worry darling. Its just a mild sedative. Tasteless in water, and relatively harmless. It just makes you tired enough not to object, without making you fall asleep. After all, I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun.” As he spoke, his hands moved up to your breasts, slowly massaging the outside of them, teasingly avoiding the nipple as your eyes closed and your back ever so slightly arched into his touch.

Your mind was a warzone. Almost every part of you was against this, the voice in your head screaming at him, screaming at you, and just screaming in general. But even that voice couldn't ignore the pleasure rippling through your body at his touch. A pathetic mewling moan escaped your lips as his fingers ghosted over your nipples. A smirk graced his lips as he leaned down towards your chest.

“Such a good girl, so ready for me.” He whispered against the skin of your breast, the coarse hair of his beard brushing against the sensitive skin there. You let out a loud strangled gasp as his mouth closed down around your right nipple, suckling it gently as his hips ground against yours, his hard length rubbing against your core, only the coarse material of his shorts separating you. He gently bit your nipple as his hand played with your other breast. He did that for several moments, switching between harsh nips and gentle suckles as he massaged your breast, his other hand absentmindedly stroking up and down your side, sending shivers through your body. The combined sensations were too much for your brain to handle, a loud moan slipping from your lips. Ari smirked in response, before switching breasts, giving your other nipple the same treatment. When he was satisfied with how red and raw your nipples looked, he slowly straightened taking in the sight of you as he did so.

“I havent even fucked you yet, and you already have a fucked out expression on your face.” He said, causing you to close your eyes in shame. “Fuck, nearly your entire body flushed at that.” There was a hint of pride in his voice, almost as if he was proud he could elicit such a response from you. A hand gently stroked your face, coaxing your eyes open. “Don't be ashamed, darling, I love every little reaction you give me.” As he spoke, he slowly lowered himself between your legs, never breaking eye contact as his head leveled out between your thighs. “I am just getting started. And I want to see every. little. reaction.” After each word, he placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, alternating between your legs but getting ever closer to your core. A shuddering breath left your lips as his mouth hovered right over your core, his hot breath sending shocks through your body. For a moment, he didn't move, he just watched as your body shook and trembled from the anticipation of what was to happen. Once your eyes left the ceiling and met his, he dove in, giving one long swipe of his tongue from the bottom to the top, being sure to just miss the clit. Something between a gasp and a yell escaped you, earning a smile from him.

“Fuck, you are delicious. Such a good girl.” He muttered the last part before returning his mouth to your pussy, begging to lap and suckle at it like a starved dog. His arms wound around the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and flush with his mouth. His tongue dove inside your clenching hole, and your eyes rolled back as a long moan left your lips. He didn’t stop, instead he made sure to brush his nose against your clit, causing you to jolt from the sensation. He made a pattern of thrusting into you with his tongue, before lazily licking up to your clit, circling it once, before diving back into your hole. The sensation was maddening as your body began to tremble, but never enough to bring you over the edge.

He moved your legs so that they went over his shoulders, and one of his hands went up the side of your body to play with your breast. His mouth went to your clit, sucking it harshly, with an occasional nip. As he did, his other hand went to your core, two thick fingers sliding in at once. The burn was delicious in combination with the feeling of his mouth on your clit and fingers pinching your nipples. He steadily began to pump his fingers in and out, but just before you came, he froze. A groan of frustration left you as your eyes opened, looking down at him. As soon as your eyes met his, his fingers curled, hitting your G-spot as his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard. You came so hard your vision went white, a strangled moan left your throat as your entire body trembled around him. His fingers left your body, his tongue taking their places as he let you ride out your high.

As your vision returned, you felt his touch leave you and you heard the rustle of clothing. You looked at him to see him removing his shorts, his erection on full display. A choked noise left you at the sight of him. Not only was he big, he was thick. Thicker than anyone you had seen before. Ari followed your gaze to his cock with a smile.

“Don't worry, I wont have you repay that favor, yet. We do have three more days for that.” As he spoke, he returned to the spot between your legs, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before lifting them, pressing them against your stomach as he put your legs over his shoulders. You could feel the tip of him pressing against your core. He rubbed himself against you, coating himself in your fluids. “No, now, now I give us what we both want.” After he spoke, the tip of him pressed into your core, entering slowly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pressed himself into you. Your body burned from the stretch, but he was going slow enough that it wasn't truly painful. No, the burn was delicious, setting your skin on fire as he moved. Your eyes closed as he worked himself into you, only to pop back open when a harsh smack fell on your breast.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see every little detail as I fuck you.” His words sent shivers down your spine as your eyes locked with his. As soon as they did, he slammed the rest of himself into you, causing you to yelp. His mouth dropped open, panting heavy breaths as he stared down at you. “Fuck. So fucking perfect. So fucking tight.” The words came out in low pants as he stood there, perfectly still as he rested inside you to the hilt. You were thankful he wasn't moving, giving your body time to adjust to the stretch.

“Ready sweetheart?” He asked with a smile, knowing you couldn’t give him an answer. His hands slid up and down your thighs for a moment, before one locked onto your waist and the other moved up your torso towards your breasts. As soon as he started moving, he set up a brutal pace, slamming in and out of you swiftly. His hand rested on your stomach as he moved, his eyes watching your breast bounce with each powerful thrust. His hand made its way up your stomach, past your breasts and to your throat, wrapping around it. He didn't apply pressure, his hand just resting there and using it as leverage to slam your body down towards his as he moved. The hand on your waist crept inwards, fingers playing with your clit as he moved. As soon as his fingers touched your clit, your eyes closed. The hand on your neck disappeared, and a burning sting erupted across your right breast as he smacked it.

“Eyes. On. Me.” Each word was accentuated with a harsh thrust of his hips. Your eyes opened and locked with his. “Good girl. Look at you. Flushed from head to toe. Eyes glazing over. Mouth parted in a never ending string of moans. So. Fucking. Perfect.” His thrusts were getting harder as his left hand returned to your hip, gripping it tight enough to bruise, while his right hand went to your clit, harshly swirling it as your legs began to tremble. Ari leaned forward, folding your body in half as he slid you up the table, just enough for him to climb on it with you, all without him ever leaving your body. Your knees were by your shoulders as his toes pressed against yours, his face merely inches from your own. His thrust became erratic as his face leaned into yours, his lips catching yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. His tongue danced into your mouth as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body trembling as you came for a second time. Ari’s mouth swallowed your cries, his thrusts never stopping as he worked right through your orgasm, chasing his own high. With three more harsh thrust, he came, his hot cum painting the inside of your walls. He let out a low deep moan, right into your mouth as he never stopped hissing you. A few lazy thrusts rode out his orgasm before he went still.

He was still inside you when he pulled back from the kiss, his hands on either side of your head, supporting your weight. You hazily looked up at him, exhausted from both the orgasms and the drugs. He stared down at you for a moment, not saying a word. He then slowly pulled out of you, groaning as he did. He got off the table, standing beside you. He took a second to just look you over, appreciating how you looked thoroughly fucked. His eyes met yours again and he smirked.

Mike never knew how to cope with the deep feeling of loneliness that eats at his heart each dreadful day. Being a lawyer just adds on to all the morbid thoughts that race through his mind, the stress was never manageable. Until, he found closure through drugs. They make him feel something, something other than despair. He feels calm and at peace with his own demons.

But, once the high vanishes, he’s sucked back into the reality that is his life. Ungodly work hours and sadness. Deep down, he feels as if there truly is no hope for him. All he’ll ever be is an addict in the eyes of everyone he encounters.

TJ notices the dirty blonde moping in the corner of the low lighted club. He always notices him. He seems to be a regular just like TJ. He doesn’t blame the mystery man, this place has the best coke around and not to mention it’s crawling with late night rendezvous. Men, women, all carved from beauty and clearly willing and able to spend copious amounts of cash. This whole place oozes wealth, sex, and drugs and TJ can never stay away.

Mike notices a young man make his way towards him, no one’s ever approached him before. He’s not exactly someone people are drawn to, but little to his knowledge, TJ would differ, he feels something pulling closer to the pitiful looking man. He’s gorgeous, eyes a deeper blue than his own that hold sorrow, messy hair, an impressive beard that encases an even more impressive mouth.

Sliding into the leather booth, TJ puts his lips next to the man’s head so he can hear him more clearly over the thumping of the music.

“I’m TJ,” he says, extending his hand out.

Mike looks at the boy’s hand then back up to his face. His eyes hold a mischievous look, a smile that screams trouble is placed upon his mouth, disheveled waves form around the crown of his head. He seems like a bad habit. Fuck it, Mike thinks. What’s one more questionable choice in his life?

“Mike,” he replies, clasping his hand around TJ’s.

“Mike, you look like you’re in need of a good time.”

He contemplates his statement. “Something like that,” Mike says, flashing a half-hearted grin.

TJ swears he can feel his chest tighten. Mike is arguably one of the prettiest men in this place and he wants nothing more to get into those dress pants. He can think of more than a few ways to cheer him up.

“I have an idea,” TJ starts. “It involves you, me, a pretty girl, and some white powder...what do ya say?”

Mike is a bit overwhelmed at his proposition. All this is moving too fast. He’s just met this man and he’s thinking about being out of his mind while he fucks him? The music seems to have gotten louder, TJ’s eyes  glow under the neon strobes, and Mike’s cock is jumping at the thought of being in the throes of pleasure with his new acquaintance. His senses are a mess and that just fuels his decision further.

“Pretty girl you say?” 

TJ’s tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip. “Only the prettiest.”

Mike’s eyes follow the tilt of the brunette’s head. Oh. Pretty wasn’t the word. She’s long, lean, and obviously looking their way with eyes that scream, “Take me, now.”

“Lead the way, TJ.”

TJ grabs Mike’s arm with much enthusiasm and weaves him through the mass of bodies moving along the dance floor. They stop next to the girl with the sultry look. Mike watches in awe as TJ takes her with his mouth so openly. The way their tongues dance along one another has him straining in his slacks. He sees the way TJ’s jaw protrudes sharply with each movement along the woman’s mouth. His mind drifts to what it would be like to bite that jaw, to be the one forcing his head back and taking his neck.

He side eyes Mike, smirking into the girls mouth and rubbing himself along her hip. TJ doesn’t break eye contact. He knows what’s swirling through Mike’s mind and he’s more than happy to be apart of his sweet release.

TJ’s leading them both now to one of the back rooms. The loud music is a low thrum that vibrates the floor and walls. The lighting is dull, hues of blue and purple give the atmosphere a calming, seductive touch. 

“Strip for us, baby,” TJ tells her. 

She doesn’t hesitate, the tight dress falls down to her ankles. She’s standing in front of the two men in nothing but her sparkling heels. Their gazes take in her figure, curves in all the right places, breasts that have the perfect slope to them, and legs that seem to never end. 

TJ steps up to her, grabbing and rubbing her in places that make her throw her head back and hum in pleasure. It’s music to Mike’s ears. He wants to reach out and touch both of them, but it’s like he’s stuck. He’s been with plenty of women at the same time, but he’s never added a man in the mix. He doesn’t know where to begin, so he settles for watching and waiting. 

TJ’s hand travels down to the apex of her thighs, taking a finger and swiping it through her folds. He knows how worked up she gets when there’s the prospect of adding another body for the night. So, he’s not surprised to find her already soaked. He toys with her clit for a few moments, letting her bask in the sweet pleasure before telling her, “On the table, sweetie.”

She sits perched on the glass coffee table in front of the leather couch. Slowly, she lays down, nipples on display from the coolness of the air and TJ’s touches, pussy glistening in the low light. Both men have to bite back a groan. Their pants are growing tighter by the second, their cocks begging to be freed.

TJ takes Mike’s hand in his, dragging him down to the floor with him. They’re on their knees in front of the splayed out woman. Mike almost questions what they’re doing, but TJ produces a bag filled with white and he knows exactly where this is going. 

TJ sprinkles lines of powder along her chest, her stomach, her hips and mound. He kisses along her thighs causing her to bite her lip at the feeling. TJ catches the way Mike is staring at her mouth, like he wants a taste.

“You can kiss her man, she won't mind.”

Mike looks over at him before looking at her mouth once more. She throws a wink his way and he takes that as the incentive to lean in. Her mouth is soft against his own, her lips are the perfect fullness and she tastes like fruit. She grabs his face to deepen the kiss, drawing a moan from Mike. His hand moves up to grab her chest. Softly at first, but as she keeps raising up to meet the movements of his hand, his kneading gets harsher.

TJ moves between her legs, the table is digging into his hips as he leans over and snorts a line of her mound. The powder brings a burning familiarity through his nose. He welcomes the itch, the teary eyes. All he wants to do is get lost. He can never get enough of the high and the utter euphoria it brings. His horrid life gets drowned out for a few hours, the flames of hatred for being himself turns to ash when pleasure takes over his body.

He’s watching intently as the two kiss above him. He sees the way Mike twists and pulls at her taut nipples, the way he bites and sucks her lips. He loves watching two people get lost in each other. It’s almost a better high than cocaine. Almost.

Mike pulls away reluctantly, the little white lines that are sitting nice and neat along her tan body are calling to him. The line between her chest is gone as he runs his nose over it. Leaning back on his heels, he takes a moment to gather himself. 

“Good stuff am I right?” TJ asks. Of course he himself knows it’s good. He only buys the best.

“Very.”

As the coke dwindles and the highs increase, they’re all bunched together on the couch. Hands are running over bulges, mouths are attacking necks, and temperatures are rising. The men make quick work of their clothes, finally baring all just like their counterpart. 

“You’re gonna keep letting us use you, right, baby?” TJ asks her while sticking his thumb through her pout. She takes his thumb greedily, nodding her head around the digit and humming her confirmation. 

“On your knees, pretty,” TJ tells her. She eagerly obliges, coming to rest between his spread thighs. She wraps her lips around his swollen head, giving it ample attention with her licks and sucks. His head falls back against the couch, hands resting snug in her hair.

Mike takes the opportunity to do what he’s been dying to do all night, and that's to latch on to TJ’s neck and never let go. He places kisses along his collar bones as TJ’s falling apart under the girl's expert tongue. He’s a bit shocked at Mike’s forwardness, but he’s not complaining. He can feel Mike’s beard scrape along his neck, lips kissing their way up to bite his ear. It causes him to moan and buck further down the girl's throat. 

TJ turns his head to capture Mike’s wandering mouth. With a hand in her hair and a hand on the side of his face, TJ controls the pace of the kiss and the blow job. He’s truly in heaven. The drug in his system makes his senses heightened and being between two gorgeous people has him seeing stars.

TJ pulls away with a heaving chest. “Fuck her cunt,” he tells Mike through gritted teeth. She truly is working his cock into a frenzy.

Getting off the couch to kneel behind TJ’s mystery woman, he can see she’s dripping, her hole begs to be filled. He runs his shaft through her sticky folds. He bumps her clit a few times causing her to moan around TJ’s shaft, much to the brunette's pleasure. He easily glides into her wet heat. He’s holding his thrusts back, just wanting to feel her wrapped around him. She feels like silk and she’s pulsing uncontrollably around him.

When he looks at TJ and sees his flushed cheeks, his sweat kissed chest, his swollen lips, he loses what little control he had. Gripping her hips, he uses her body to fuck himself. He’s pushing and pulling her every which way as she tries to focus on TJ’s dick. 

Mike looks down to where they’re connected. He’s intently watching the way her pussy swallows him whole and how she leaves her slick behind on his skin. He gets a strange feeling, like there’s a pair of eyes on him. Looking up, he sees that TJ’s sole focus is on him, watching as he takes his pleasure from the same girl he is. 

Mike picks up his pace as he holds TJ’s gaze. He’s fucking into her with such force that she involuntarily takes more of TJ with each harsh snap of his hips. Both their eyes are glazed as they stare at each other, seemingly forgetting for a moment that there’s a girl in between them bringing them their ecstasy.

TJ takes note of his rapid thrusts and his grunts. Mike’s close and so is he. He wants to watch him come undone, to spill himself inside her. TJ wants to see the face of utter bliss he makes. 

He gets his wish. Mike’s stomach and thighs pull taut as he feels her cum around his cock. She’s so fucking tight that he can’t hold himself back any more. His brows knit together and his jaw falls slack as he cums inside her. She’s milking him for everything he’s got. He noticed the smirk TJ had as he watched him chase his release. His gaze is part of the reason he came so hard. He looked at Mike as if he were the only person in the world and that made his want sky rocket.

He pulls out with a hiss, still overly sensitive thanks to the coke in his system. Now, it’s his turn to watch TJ cum. And is it a sight. His hips lock in the air, abs clenching, his hands fist her hair harshly, his head is thrown back and he’s making the prettiest moans. Mike can feel himself hardening just from TJ’s utter loss of control.

TJ pulls himself from her mouth, watching with a grin as she swallows all of him. No words are spoken as they all redress themselves. The smell of sex hangs thick in the room, a vivid reminder of the debouched activities that went on moments prior.

Mike watches as the girl kisses TJ goodbye and saunters out the door, as if all this is completely normal to her. He’s following behind her, but TJ stops him with a pull on his wrist.

“We should hook up again sometime...maybe without the help of a lady, yeah?”