#lustrots

"and you? don't tell me a pretty little thing like yourself is out without friends. it's dangerous on this side of town. the men are INSATIABLE." victor warns, even with his own drooling mouth. "and i should know, i've lived here for a little over a year now." trying to run into you. he would add, if he weren't omitting his sins.

Clothes lay strewned out over the space that served as the living room. The layers that had kept them warm outside shed in a sense of eagerness that was becoming more and more common as the days passed by. The desire and need that had been lit in Marcus was now being matched by Dylan. The woman that he should have never allowed himself even the faintest hint of attraction to, let alone allowed himself to touch, to fuck. Yet, there they were. Her weight was settled over him and each sinful roll of those hips had the tenuous grasp of control that was being displayed this afternoon threatened. The couch was surprisingly comfortable so the older man had no complaints. Not that he would have with a gorgeous, eager woman practically begging for his cock straddling him. The kiss grew more heated by the second. No longer did his hands have to guide the motion. They could rest on her hips and simply keep her in place. "Someone's a little eager this afternoon," he teased before rolling his hips up into hers so she could feel how hard he had gotten from the relatively simple actions. "Gonna be a good girl and take care of the problem that you caused?"

His mind felt like mush already, far away yet intensely present as it awaited the next command that could fall from Alanna's lips. His thick cock lay pressed against his stomach, leaking pre over his abdomen and remaining untouched for the time being. Desperate, needy. Steve whined low in hia throat before his fingers slipped along her soaked lips and pressed inside. Whatever she wanted, he would be willing to give. Anything at all if it meant being able to have that release above all else. Being inside of her would be a close second. Two digits were pressed against her walls, the warmth and wetness a tease and a pleasure all at the same time. He was quick to find a steady rhythm, the slick sounds made echoing in his ear and the small room that they had found themselves in. He couldn't remember why this hadn't been the best of ideas in the first place. Occupying his other hand took a moment and instead of touching himself like he wanted, it found purchase agsinst her hip, letting himself be consumed by her. Crooking his fingers, Steve paid as close attention as possible to any sounds, any sort of nonverbal cue that he was on the right path and that she was enjoying this as much as he was. "Let me taste you," he murmured, eyes still fixed on the sight before him, unable to tear them away. Not let me fuck you. Not touch me. Or any other sort of demand. Steve wanted her to use him and get whatever pleasure she could and that included riding his face if she so wanted. The position would also grant her access to his cock, so if he was lucky, it might finally get some attention.

Sometimes a girl just needed a little fun and to blow off some steam. And who would know anything more about just how to do that than another girl? That was at least the reasoning that seemed thoroughly logically in Harley's head. While her first choice might have been Ivy, the woman wasn't anywhere to be found. Selina? It was hardly like she was settling with the feline obsessed bombshell. Sure, it might have taken a little convincing, which were a little more like strong armed tactics, but that was neither here nor there. The woman had agreed and that was all that mattered to the pent up and frustrated Harley. Some drinks had started the evening but Harley hadn't been able to keep her hands to herself for very long. They were wandering, teasing, and exploring Selina not long after the pair had settled down and were barely through their first drinks. Of course, Harley had some idea of where the evening could do but that didn't mean things went that way. She had found herself on her back at one point, grinning before the toys came into play. Seemed that Selina knew the apartment better than she had anticipated. Her eyes closed, back slightly arched, Harley let out a low moan. Each drag and roll of her hips coupled with Selina's had the toy that was shared between them driving deeper. "Ya gonna come kitty?" Harley gasped the words out, feeling the first signs of her orgasm approaching already. "Or do ya need a little more?"

The moment felt just a little surreal but that was a veil that would remain hanging over it out of fear of breaking whatever it was that brought it on in the first place. Soft puffs of air coming in pants escaped his lips as his eyes remained locked on the spot where his cock was disappearing into Annie. Did he expect the woman who seemed to rival him in each and every way to have some sort of interest in him? Not a chance. The two hadn't spent much time talking outside of class and inside, it at times was to simply antagonize each other. Something about her brought that side out of him. At the same time, it also left her constantly on his mind, pushing some more of those old obsessive behaviors that he had thought he long ago defeated. The tailspin his mind had been sent in when she had grabbed him was almost too hard to recover from. It had been a flash of limbs and clothes and Jonathan happily let her take whatever she wanted. Currently, that meant sitting in his lap and taking what pleasure that she needed. And hell, it was a sight. One that he wouldn't soon be forgetting. "Fuck. It feels so good."

In the end, Natasha couldn't entirely recall exactly how she ended up on her knees, before the God of Thunder. For once, she would be hard pressed to recall whatever reasoning and whichever choices had brought her to this point. The normally sharp mind was hazy with lust and need. Driving factors that had blocked out anything and everything else. How long had it been since she had the pleasure of being with a man? Especially one as well endowed as Thor? Far too long and her thighs pressed tighter in an attempt to alleviate some of the burning ache that centered around the apex of her thighs. Any sort of friction to ease the need. Yet, it did nothing. She glanced up at the piercing blue gaze that seemed fixed on her. It made her feel seen, desired, wanted. After a second, the hints of a soft grin appeared. With hands pressed to her thighs, she leaned forward. The flat of her tongue swiped over the leaking head of his cock once then twice. The slight saltiness of the pre hit her taste buds and brought a soft moan. Briefly, she wondered if she could bring the God to his knees just with her mouth. The thought was enticing enough that eagerly, she closed her lips around his cock and started to suck. Head bobbed, only working the first few inches of his length into her mouth, knowing it would take some work to be able to swallow around the entirety of his cock.

his heart is pounding. it feels like he's hypersensitive to EVERYTHING. "i don't want to fight you." spidey explains, though he's hopping on his toes as if he's warming up for a boxing match. "you don't want things to end up like last time." he holds back a cringe. and DESPERATELY hopes she doesn't recount that he practically folded into her last time and they ended up having sex on the side of a building. "the part where i beat you." spidey tries to clarify. "not the—" there's an audience of henchmen, he notices. "not that i would be referring to anything else."

finally the laptop reads: "100%" and he pulls the cord from the port and he pulls up his phone to click the on button on the app that is associated with her model. when her eyes flicker with life he smiles. "there you are, baby. how are you feeling?"