This is a book of short stories/one shots.
Some would be very cute and some would be very rated.
hope you guys enjoy.
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The war is over for everyone but me. I wanted to, God knows I wanted to end it all but I couldn't find it in me to take my own life like a coward when my brothers, my father, even my mother died courageously.
Life is a living nightmare for me so I though why not enjoy it with booze and boys. Lots and lots of boys. I never gave myself to any of them but I took, all of them, gorged myself on them in bathroom stalls, cheap hotel rooms, cars, everywhere they were willing to let me use them. Yet no matter how I touch them, how I fucked them I still felt alone. Their bodies providing no warmth.
"Aleem, I see fresh meat," Adrian my fellow fuck boy and wing man says close to my ear drawing my attention to him.
I follow his gaze, "Tall, dark and looking like he's got a monster cock is mine," Adrian called knocking back his shot of Vodka.
I took in the guy Adrian called dibs on, I would have never gone for him. I like my boys soft and willing to let me give them the ride of their lives. Now tall and dark's companion, he was more my speed. Just shy of six feet and pretty.
I finished my drink and looked at Adrian, no words were needed to be spoken as we stalked our flavor of the night. Adrian took his guy's right while I took my boy's left.
"Why so tense?" I asked taking in the way he sat stiffly at the bar, "Need someone to loosen you up?" I drawled, my boy looked at me and I could tell he was going to try and blow me off but then he craned his neck closer, taking in my features and gave me a look. While I tried to decipher his weird ass look the boy smiled at me and I almost choked on air. That smile lit his face and all I could think was that pretty didn't do him justice. He was fucking gorgeous.
"Are you up to the task?" he quirked a brow at me, "I'm Memphis by the way," his voice was sexy, just the right amount of raspy.
"Aleem," I replied, "And I'm a hard worker," Memphis tilts his head at me and bit at his lower lip.
"Good," he retorts grabbing a napkin and a pen from off the bar, "Then meet me here in about twenty minutes," he pushes the napkin into my hand and smiles at me again and I'm fucking immobilized, too awestruck to realize he was already gone.
Glancing at the napkin I chuckled a bit, seemed Memphis had expensive tastes seeing as my destination is the grandest hotel this side of the city and the penthouse suite no less.
I quickly left the club and hailed a taxi. Ten minutes later I was seriously questioning the level of security this hotel had. All I did was tell the receptionist my name and where I was heading and voila, private elevator to the penthouse suite.
Knocking once I waited and there he stood, in nothing but the beautiful skin God gave him. I wasted no time in taking him to bed, balls deep in his ass.
"What do you want?" I asked when he kept staring at me strangely.
"Take everything, take everything till I'm nothing," he whispered against my lips and I did. I took control of him, gave him what he needed from me and it was mind blowing, having so much power over another, having someone trust me so blindly and when it was over he smiled at me. That fucking smile digging into my chest, making me want him for more than just a release.
The way he held onto me, stared at me, made me feel as if I could give myself to him if he asked me. I stayed the night for the first time because I craved what he unknowingly gave to me. His warmth, his lithe body against mine, the soft rise and fall of his chest.
I don't know what I was doing, why I was doing it but I liked the thought of him in my arms like this every night to come.
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