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Lux groaned when she collided with the stall wall, the sound quickly devolving into a dragging hiss as she struggled to get some wind back into her burning lungs and a little clarity to her senses. She’d admit that she was a little shaken by the theatrics. A little addled by the display. He was also incredibly goddamned lucky that he wasn’t the only one who’d been hitting the liquor that night. Laughter tumbled past her lips, mocking and derision evident in the icy irises that sized him up and down. 

“God, I’m so sorry! I keep forgetting that you live in a fucking feel good movie. Real Oscar bait, right?” Pretty boy from a rough and tumble past gets caught up in the mob for the sake of family, it was real heartwarming shit. “Now, I’m going to need you to tell me so I can get this straight. Is part of your hero’s journey roughing up a tipsy slip of a girl in a public bathroom or is this just how you get your rocks off on the side? Too much heat in the kitchen so now you’re looking to blow off a little steam?” Her tongue curled behind her teeth in a leer, Lux’s natural reaction to having her jaw viced in his grip.

This wasn’t the Alfie that she’d come to know and overlook like every other poor sad sack who got tangled up in the family business. Not so much employees as they were tools of the trade, mass-produced and easily expendable. Oh, but this? This was showing a little initiative, wasn’t it? A little gumption! Not exactly team spirit or loyalty but those were both things that she was pretty good at cultivating when the potential was there. Lux absolutely liked what she was seeing tonight. She breathed sharply, barely even flinching when his hand slapped the metal behind her head. Her attention was too caught up on his face.

“You don’t have jack shit to offer me that I can’t get for myself,” she tossed back, scoffing at the thought. He really hadn’t thought this through, had he? “I know what you want. How far are you willing to go to get it? Because, I’ve just got to know how much of this is the alcohol and how much is the man.”

The sharp tongue of hers wasn’t unexpected. It got to him, sure. It got under his skin. It heated the blood up a few degrees. However, it wasn’t unexpected. 

But then, Alfie wasn’t sure what he was expecting. This wasn’t planned. Not at all. He saw an opportunity present itself and he had always seized those chances. But now? Now, he was the dog that actually caught the car it chased. Now? Now what?

Improvise, Alfie. Improvise.

The grip only grew tighter as he closed the distance between the two. Would it bruise? Probably. But he hoped the pain was a distraction. Hoped it gave him time to come up with... something. Anything at this point. The only thing that came to mind was his hand slipping down, an inch or two at most, and squeezing there.

So, without a better course of action, that’s what he did.

She really was a slip of a girl. His hand wrapped across her throat without an issue. If his nails weren’t so perfectly manicured they would’ve sunk into the delicate skin. Very little would’ve satisfied him more than to choke the life from the woman. To snatch the breath away. She wouldn’t have been the first life he’d taken. But she may have been the last.

“You think this is a fuckin’ movie?” He spat at the girl, his forehead now resting against the stall wall above her. “Then yell cut! Let’s see if that ends the scene. Here, I’ll even help you. Cut! Cut!” Using the grip around her throat, Alfie pulled her away from the wall, only to shove her back into it. 

This wasn’t the first time Adriana had attempted to sneak a guy into her room. This was, however, the most riskiest. Maybe she should have convinced him to take them somewhere else, somewhere far away, or maybe even driven around the block. But there was something about the danger. Of the chance of getting caught. She didn’t want to be found out, but knowing there was a chance…

The opening of the door broke her from her reverie and she smirked when she heard the soft click of her door locking. “It just looks snug because you’re so big.” Did she mean that as a double entendre? Definitely. As he looked around, she did the same. Despite her age, the room still had a childlike look to it. The snug bed was from her youth, as well as the decorations. Some things were modernized—clothes in the wardrobe, the computer, TV on the wall. Between work and her social life, she only came here to sleep, so she didn’t feel embarrassed that some things didn’t quite match how she portrayed herself. Or maybe it aided in the whole defiling part of this whatevership. Either way, she needed to know what he looked like on her bed.

Putting her hand in his, she walked until she was flush with his body, pressed firmly against him. “There’s a lot of ways,” she mused, taking his hand and bringing it around her waist. “Now if you want to literally get in this dress, I’m sorry but I don’t think it’s your size.” She shot him a smirk. “But if you want to see what I have or don’t have underneath, well, I think your hand knows how to make that journey.” To give him just a little aid, she pushed his palm down until it was flirting with the hem. She could feel his fingers tease her upper thigh and goosebumps prickled her skin. “It is quite easy access, you know.”

God did he want to kiss her right now.

Bodies pressed against each other. His hand on her thigh. He wanted to taste her lips on his. He wanted to feel her tongue on his. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted. There was a long and absolutely filthy list of things that he wanted. But what he wanted most of all, right there and then? What was on the top of that rather extensive list?

Wolf wanted to see the look on her face when he did this.

His hand travelled up her the dress, causing it to bunch on his forearm. Up until his fingers felt a familiar heat. A familiar wet. Wolf believed she was teasing him about the sans panties. Guess he should’ve known better than to think otherwise. The pads of his fingers dancing across her core. Swiping back and forth a few times before the middle finger pressed up and in. Right up to the second knuckle.

“I might not fit the dress.” He said with an overly-satisfied smile curling his features. “But I think you have something else I might fit in perfectly.”

Wolf withdrew the digit, lifted it to his mouth and swallowed it whole. And she tasted divine. Fucking divine. He offered her the wet digit next.

“I’m going to sit on your snug little bed.” He told her as she nursed at finger. “And you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock.” Wolf started to slide his finger in and out of her mouth. . Small strokes. Shallow strokes. Slow strokes. “Just.” And in time with his words. “Like.” One more, this time buried to the third knuckle. “This.”

The finger hooked her lower jaw as it withdrew and Wolf used this grip to led her. Because he was a man of his word. He stepped passed the girl and took his place on the edge of her bed.

Those teeth certainly did not scare her. If anything, they were having quite the opposite effect on her, no fear to be found. No just a tremor of desire, a thrill crackling through her like static, sighing gently at the nip against her nose. “Uh-uh…” Her voice held the cadence of a pout, shaking her head. “Not a little bit. Excited, but not scared.”  Cora could feel that excitement, could feel that heat radiating from between her thighs as he pressed her hand tight between them. The motion hitched her skirt up, and she could feel the brick scraping against the curve of her ass. Smirking at his little joke, she kissed him softly on the side of his face, murmuring, “All the better to see the handsome Wolf with…”  She couldn’t resist, grinding herself against that same hand, which sent her palm closer to his stiffening length. “Now I don’t think I’ve got the biggest hands… but I think it’s plenty ta grip ya with.” As she spoke, fingers curved as much as they could against his covered cock, stroking him just once, letting out a shuddering sigh as she felt him. “If ya really want me to eat ya up, you’re gonna have to let me down, big boy.” 

Fuck.

He didn’t want to let her down. No, not at all. He was enjoying this position far too much. Enjoying her wrapped around him. Enjoying the small touches and grazes. Enjoying feeling her breath on his skin. Enjoying basking in the heat rolling from her frame.

But on the same breath he would admit he wanted to see what she had instore for him.

So, with his mouth locked with hers he slowly lowered her back down to terraforma. Once she was supporting her own weight his hands travelled up the edges of her body until they lost themselves in that radiantly red hair. Wolf locked her head in place for a few moments longer before eventually breaking the kiss and standing at his full height.

Still so fresh out of med school, she hadn’t quite gotten used to the fact that she was really a doctor. Dr. Lane. It had an awfully nice ring that made her feel a little proud. Even if it was just a word, it was a word that meant a lot to her. Anyway, she wasn’t worried and no more questions would come up, because she was at her core, a good girl who liked to follow the rules.  Or at least the rules that seemed interesting for her to follow at the moment, considering the amount she was bending (i.e. breaking) to be out here with him. 

Still, this was a thing, a sweet thing that he was doing, and work was important, but so was play. So she tucked the thoughts of the hospital away. Grinning at him, she held up her finger as if to say hold please, downed the cup of coffee in record time. “God you know just how to get me warmed up.” A dumb joke as the warm liquid ran through her. Still giggling at herself, she leaned up, arms around his neck, pressing a tender kiss on his mouth.  Pulling back, her head tilted, she felt her face flush, hands running down his chest, just appreciating him for a few moments before offering, “Anything else you can think of? Or am I still not supposed to ask questions?” 

“Nope. Still no questions.”

The smile was genuine. So was roguish little glint beneath it. His hands moved from the hood of the car back to her waist.

“Have I ever mentioned how stunning you are under the moonlight?”

Wolf didn’t wait for a response. Instead he lent in and kissed her. This time with a little more fervent. A little more passion behind his lips and probing tongue. He hoped it was distracting because the tips of his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her scrubs and started to pull them down.

Not slowly. Not delicately. It required a little force to get them between her butt and the hood of the vehicle, but he managed to get them through that as well. Wolfgang pulled them down to her knees.

“We’ll be as quick as you are, Doctor.” He informed her when he pulled away. One more peck, this time to the very tip of her nose, and Wolf himself descended.

King Shark is going to be the best thing about the new Suicide Squad movie coming out, right?

It had started with a few messages. One night led to another, and soon enough, she was sending him texts whenever the mood struck - a few phone calls, so she could hear him when he came, so she could put a voice to his words that made her insides melt. There was no talking about the ring on her finger, no debate as to who the images had been for originally. 

It was sexual, that was all. He wouldn’t ever ask her to leave her husband, and she’d never even consider it. She was frustrated, upset - lashing out, really - but they both knew this was a fling that didn’t need to go anywhere. They could simply enjoy one another for the sake of pleasure. 

Camila had almost forgotten how fun that could be. 

She was grateful when he finally stopped treating her like a doll; she couldn’t have any marks left on her skin when she returned to her own hotel later that night, but she could be tossed around a little, used for his own pleasure in order to give her hers. Her back arched as he sank inside of her, her ass throbbing a little from the slap of his palm, her moan open and lewd in a way she hadn’t been in so long. “More,” she demanded, though soft whimpers leaked from her lips as he moved harder, faster, the drag of his cock making her desperate to feel him as deep inside of her as possible. 

“Fuck me like you mean it,” she hissed, her nails scratching his shoulders as she clung to him; she didn’t know why she was being so pushy, but she knew he could make her break like no one had in years - her skin felt tight, weighed down with a tension she needed him to help her break. “Use me, Alfie,” she cooed, letting her lips drag across his throat, sinking teeth into his collarbone as she clenched tighter around him. “Make me yours for tonight.” 

There was no need to ask about the ring on her finger. No need to ask why she kept what looked like a burner phone. There was no need to get into histories. Because that wasn’t what this was. And they both knew that. This? This was nothing, really. Well, nothing substantial. A brief moment in time where stars aligned, allowing them in indulge in something a little fun. Nothing more. Nothing less. This was fun. And there was nothing wrong with that.

He did want to mark her, though.

It was one of the rules she had set when they discussed meeting. She couldn’t be marked. Nothing left the hotel room. No scents. No gifts. No marks. No nothing. And while he agreed at the time, it seemed like a mistake now. He wanted to mark her just as readily as she marked him. He wanted to drag his nails down her back just like she pressed hers into his shoulders. He wanted to sink his teeth into her skin just as she bit down into his. It was unfair. And Alfie showed his displeasure by squeezing her tight in his embrace and thrusting up into her with a little more strength than necessary. 

Well, she did ask for more, right?

Whilst still buried to the hilt within Camila, Alfie laid her down on her back. He absolutely adored the intimacy their current position presented them, with two body intertwined around each other, he doubted he could (and he was quoting here) fuck her like he mean it. It only took him a few thrusts of his hips before the man found himself back in rhythm once more.