Men of Mayhem

by Anthology

  Taking a sip of liquid courage, I smiled before I answered. “I just graduated a few months ago from college, started working at a local PR firm downtown last month.” I didn’t offer much detail. I didn’t normally tell people much about me, only the necessary things. I tried to be as vague as I possibly could without seeming strange.

  “What degree did you get?”

  I smiled again, hoping he didn’t see me as a nerdy bookworm. “I graduated with dual degrees in communication and English literature.”

  “So, you can pretty much discuss your love of books with added flair.”

  I nodded, taking another sip. “I can.”

  “I bet your parents are very proud of your accomplishments.”

  “They are. I’m the baby, so they thought I did too much at times, but they were the loudest people during my graduation so I knew I made them proud.”

  “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

  “I have three sisters and one brother. Do you have any siblings?”

  “Nope, I’m an only child. Which is rare in my family. I do have a best friend who my parents treat like another son.”

  “May I ask why it’s rare?”

  “Well, because my family is Italian and they live for big families.”

  Nodding again, I understood. My parents were also Italian and the size of our family reunions could rival the populations of some towns.

  Mason scooted in closer to me, running his fingers through my hair. His face close, his eyes locked on mine. I glanced down at his lips, perfect and ready. I wanted to kiss him. No, I needed to. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his before curling my hand around the back of his neck.

  I waited for him to push me away or pull back and question my actions. Instead, he returned my kiss with intensity. His tongue slipped past my lips before caressing mine. When his hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, I moaned and curled deeper into his touch.

  Nicholas

  Her kiss shocked me for a moment, but then something else took over. I was used to this; women threw themselves at me all the time. Women came on to me, wanting to climb my dick, wanting my wallet when they never got more than a couple of hours from me, if that. This girl was the real deal, the exact woman my dad described when he talked about how he’d met my mom. Sweet, genuine, and from a big family. I watched as she spoke of her life, and I could tell how smart she was. She had a good job, unlike most of the women I encountered, and she had goals.

  For the first time in forever, I could see having something special with this woman, more than just taking her on the couch in my office. I felt the need to protect her, the sensation overwhelming as I kissed and touched her in the middle of a packed club. Any sick pervert could get his jollies off by watching us.

  I pulled back to see her face, her eyes hooded. A mixture of being tipsy and that kiss. I felt the same way. I kissed her again, a quick peck before I turned and glanced around the room. As I suspected, a few guys stared in our direction. I was torn from punching them all in the face or taking off my jacket and covering her.

  “I’m sorry,” she said shyly, looking down at her hands. “I’m not usually like this…aggressive. I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Hey,” I said, reaching out with my right hand and lifting her chin up so she would look at me. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment you looked up at me while we stood at the bar. I just got carried away and I didn’t want this private moment continued with an audience.” I gestured to the crowd of people behind us.

  “Oh.”

  “Would you…would you like to go with me to my hotel?” I asked. “Nothing has to happen, we can go to the restaurant and share a meal. Or order room service if you prefer. I just don’t want to let you go right now.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  I rose out of the booth, helping her up at the same time. The guys kept their eyes on her, and I made a mental note to look at the footage from tonight so I could see exactly who had been here and what they saw. As we passed the women who were notorious for being freaks, they made dirty faces at my beautiful companion.

  I wanted them all to know she was mine, and I was making a statement by going out like this. Leaving the club with someone wasn’t something I did. Hell, I didn’t even take them back to where I slept. Too many bad scenarios come to mind when people let their guards down, but I knew she was different. I didn’t get any sort of weird feelings from her and it was rare.

  Outside, one of the bouncers got me a cab. I knew I’d had more to drink than usual. I wouldn’t put either of us in a bad situation. I gave the driver our destination as I sat back holding this beautiful woman in my arms. She looked up at me with an expression of adoration—a welcome surprise.

  With the lateness of the evening and direction of travel, we made it to my hotel quicker than I had anticipated. I paid the driver and climbed out of the car, paying careful attention to the woman beside me. I did everything gentlemanly for her, all of those things my mother had taught me to do. She giggled a few times when I pushed her hand away as she tried to grasp the handle of the door.

  “You know, my mother raised me with manners. So let me show them off to you.”

  “Okay.” She chuckled again and I smiled.

  As we walked through the lobby, a few of the employees said, “Have a good evening, Mr. Prescotti,” and I nodded to them in greeting. In the elevator, I held her close. She was perfect. As I stood with her in my arms, I sighed. I caught myself kissing the top of her head as I hugged her, and I wondered if we looked like two lovers sharing an intimate embrace, a couple who’d been together forever, unashamed to share a moment like this one.

  The intensity was incredible despite only having known each other for a few hours, maybe. I never knew I could be overcome with feelings like these in this magnitude. This woman was something bigger than I could begin to comprehend.

  Someone I would never let go of.

  I am a hard man, feared and dangerous, and here I am weakened by a woman I had just met. I still wanted this more than I had ever wanted anything before.

  The bell dinged and the doors opened. I led her down the hallway to the penthouse, then let her inside and she took in the elegance of the room. She seemed in awe of the furnishings, then awestruck by the view of the city outside the floor to ceiling windows that ran the whole length of the suite.

  I watched as she stood there, her hand pressed against the cold glass as if she could reach out and touch the city. I walked up behind her, wrapping one arm around her midsection as I held her close to me. For the first time, I actually admired the view, but maybe it was the companion who made me appreciate it. I enjoyed it in all its splendor.

  Christianna leaned her head back against my chest as she sighed. “It’s a beautiful view.”

  “It is.” I angled my head down and kissed her temple.

  She turned quickly in my arms, stepped back, flush with the glass against her back before pulling me to her. The kiss started out sweet and then quickly intensified as she let her hands roam my body. I had a firm grip on her hips. I didn’t know how far she wanted to take this, and I certainly wasn’t going to rush her. I would go at whatever pace she preferred. Even though the guys always said my motto had been to hit it and quit it, and for the most part I agreed, it wouldn’t be like that with her.

  Christianna pulled away, looking up at me with those killer blue eyes, licking her lips as she spoke the words that went directly to my dick. “Take me to your bed.”

  I didn’t hesitate. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her through the main room and down the short hall to the master bedroom. Once I crossed the threshold, the whole atmosphere turned. It was as if another switch flipped in her, a different side of her began to come out and I really liked it. I placed her back on her feet, and she led me over to the bed. She urged me to sit down, then backed up a few feet.

  Clasping my hands in front of me, I tried hard to keep my composur
e as I watched this beautiful goddess sway slowly back and forth before me. I watched as her hands worked up and through her beautiful brown hair, over her full breasts and down her hips.

  I was hypnotized, and I knew I wanted her. I could tell she wanted me to have her.

  Now, would she let me keep her?

  Christianna

  Mason sat on the edge of the bed, and I could almost see fire in his eyes as I stood before him. His hands clasped tightly in his lap, his knuckles white. I tried my hardest to think of the sexiest thing I could do to please him right now. I thought I could do a little strip tease, take off this dress, and show off the fancy lingerie I wore underneath. I ran my hands through my hair and down my body, tickling the hem of my dress with the tips of my fingers, pulling it up slightly. Reaching back behind my head, I grabbed the zipper and pulled it down slowly until it ceased to move. Then I began to pull down the front, slipping it slowly from my shoulders down my arms, revealing the snow-white lace bra underneath.

  A gasp came from Mason as he took me in, seeming fixated on me.

  I pushed the rest of the dress down my hips, passing over my panties, and letting it fall down my legs as it slid and hit the floor. I kicked it out of the way so he could get a good look at me.

  Standing in those elaborate heels in snow-white virginal lace undergarments, I looked at him and smiled. I took a step toward him, and he jumped up and met me halfway. His lips covered mine as his tongue probed the deep recesses of my mouth. The way his hands felt on my body was exquisite. A muffled moan came from me as I tried so desperately to grind myself against him.

  Mason picked me up, his hands under my ass, my legs wrapping around him and my ankles locking together. He laid me sweetly on the bed, pulling back slightly and looking down as if appraising me.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he said, kissing me again.

  He made me feel things I’d never felt before. Being with him, I threw caution to the wind and forgot all of the hesitation instilled in me. I would live.

  I wanted this man. I wanted him to do naughty things to me. I wanted him to bring me to new heights, to experience everything he had to offer. I needed this. I would have to thank Alex tomorrow for convincing me that I had to be this person and experience life.

  Mason’s hands ran up and down my legs, slowly, deliberately. He caressed my knees, his fingers stopping inches from the spot that ached desperately for his touch. He grabbed the back of my knee, then undid one shoe and then the other before placing a kiss to the inside of each of my knees. Sticking his tongue out, he pressed the tip of his tongue on my skin, then ran it up the inside of my thigh. I moaned loudly, and I swear he chuckled as his tongue continued to slide up my thigh. He nipped at the skin there, and I cried out for God only to be surprised when he buried his face between my legs. The way he worked my clit with his tongue was the same way he worked my mouth when we kissed. This man was talented, and I knew it as soon as he slipped inside of me with his tongue.

  The way it slipped in and out of me, fucking me, pleasuring me, caused me to react in such a way that made my back arch off the bed. I cried out, planting my heels into the bed and ground my pussy in his face, holding him tight against me as I came.

  Euphoria. He’d made me come harder than I had ever come in my life, and just with his tongue. Then he kissed me, long and deep. I could taste myself on him, and I wanted more. I craved it. Wrapping my arms around his body, I kissed him even harder. I wanted to consume him, I wanted to know if he felt the same way.

  Pulling back, my lips moved of their own accord. He spoke sweetly to me. “Open your eyes, beautiful.”

  I looked into his gorgeous silver-gray eyes. I was completely enamored with this man, and I didn’t even know him. I would never be the same again. All it took was one orgasm and I had been overwhelmed by the sensation.

  “So responsive. I can see it in your eyes. I can’t wait to see you do that again.”

  I could only muster a smile because I wasn’t capable of anything else right now.

  With another kiss, a movement of limbs, Mason positioned himself between my legs and in one precise moment he was inside me, deep, filling me up fully. I clutched at his skin, his muscles rippling under my fingertips. I cried out, and his lips hit my neck, sucking ever so gently as he pumped in and out of me. I could feel every inch of him.

  This wasn’t a one-night stand, not that I’d ever had one. This was a man on a mission, determined to make me feel desired.

  “You’re perfect,” he chanted in my ear with each stroke.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I wanted him deeper. I placed my hands on either side of his face and kissed him as I got closer. Sensing my impending orgasm, he took both of my hands in his. Interlacing our fingers, he held our hands clasped together over my head as he moved a little faster, his strokes going a little deeper. His breathing turned to heavy pants. I cried out his name as my legs began to shake and I tried my hardest to hold them around his torso.

  The sound of skin slapping, his groans and my moans were like music in this room we occupied. Three more thrusts and I came, hard. My legs fell away in protest as his movements went faster and seconds later he came with me, kissing me until the last of him spilled inside of me.

  “You’re mine,” he whispered. I don’t know if he intended for me to hear his revelation.

  Rolling off me, he pulled me to his body so the connection we had never broke. I snuggled into him, smiling. I traced patterns on the skin of his perfectly sculpted abs and felt like I was supposed to be here.

  “That was wonderful. Thank you.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, don’t thank me yet.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because.” He kissed the top of my head. “That was only the beginning. I plan on doing this several more times tonight and then more tomorrow morning. And more the day after that…and so on.” His arm wrapped around me tighter.

  “Oh?” I said in disbelief.

  “Hey,” he said, using his fingers to bring up my chin so we were facing each other. “What’s wrong?”

  “Well, I thought this was a one-night stand.”

  “Is that what you want?” he asked, looking confused.

  “No. I’ve never had one before. Honestly, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “I know, baby, I know. So believe me when I say…this isn’t going to be a one-night stand. I want to see where this goes. If you’d like to, that is.”

  “I do.” I smiled, leaning up and giving him a kiss.

  “Now, go take your fine ass into the bathroom and clean yourself up. While you’re gone I’m going to decide whether I want to watch you come while riding my face…or my cock.”

  I gasped and then giggled before running off for the bathroom. I took no time at all cleaning myself up and prepping for what would happen next.

  Opening the door, I stood there stark naked and unashamed.

  Nicholas

  Once, I thought perfect was a myth. Until I laid eyes on this beauty before me. I had her leg hooked around my waist, one arm bracing me as I slid into her over and over again. Her gaze never left mine unless she was coming. Even then, I stayed focused on her expression while glancing down to where we were connected. As my cock slid into her, it glistened. The sounds around us amplified. All I could hear was our breathing mixed with her cries and the sound of how wet her pussy was as I fucked her.

  It had been over an hour, a record for me. She had come three times while my orgasm teetered on the brink. I needed to give her one more. I needed to make sure she felt me tomorrow and for the days following. I wanted her to walk funny so when other men saw her they’d know she had been thoroughly fucked and they didn’t stand a chance.

  When her nails began to dig into my back, her pussy tightened, and I knew she was about to come for me again. I picked up my pace, stronger, harder strokes so she could feel that I was on a mission. The softness of her hand reached up and caressed my cheek. I looked
at her intently, then leaned down and kissed her, throwing her legs around my hips and grabbing hold of her ass as I thrusted into her hard, until she let go and came all over my dick. I returned the favor by coming with her.

  Kissing her one last time, I watched her wince a little as I pulled from her.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head slightly, giving me a sweet smile. “No, not at all.”

  “Good. I don’t think I could forgive myself if I had.”

  She excused herself to the bathroom, and when she returned she was moving slowly, as if a little drunk, but I knew I had put that into her walk. Climbing back into bed, I held my arms out for her. She snuggled right into my side, laying her head on my chest.

  “I saw your tattoo on your back. The angel wings. They’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you. My dad calls me Angel. He has ever since I was born. It’s a long story.”

  “Maybe you’ll tell me one day.”

  “I will.”

  I watched her as she traced little patterns on my chest, before her finger slowed and her eyes fluttered closed. Holding her a little tighter to me, I let myself succumb to the same fate. Sleep.

  That part of sleep where you’re still out of it but you’re trying to wake up is the way I felt, my whole body trapped as if weighed down by exhaustion. I forced myself and my body to awaken, my eyes opening to sheer terror. Two men towered over me. They were holding me down as I tried in vain to shake them off. One of them held something white over my face. I tried moving my head from side to side when I caught a glimpse of something to my right.

  My beauty was beside me, trying to fight the same fate. Tears streamed down her face as she fought her attackers. I tried to get to her, to get these men off me. I got one of them moved to the side and had my hand on Christianna when her eyes closed and her body no longer fought. Panicked, I continued to fight these men to get to her when I was overpowered yet again by another man.