Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Kyle had to grab her hips to hold her up as her legs suddenly gave out from the combination of pussy and nipple abuse. Charlize kissed her again and Chloe whimpered into her kiss.

He pulled free from the blonde’s body and she gasped and clung to her friend. Kyle eased her down to sit on the bench in the shower.

When he turned back Charlize wrapped her strong arms over his shoulders and lifted herself up against his body, kissing him hard. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he reached under to guide himself into the entrance of her pussy. She paused her kiss to moan happily as he drove his cock up into her. He felt her stiff nipples and their piercings pressing into his chest and her tongue was back to trying to wrestle his into submission. Fuck, she was hungry for him!

He gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed them as he lifted and dropped her on his cock.

Charlize threw her head back as he ground her clit against him with every thrust. “Yes! Like that! Fuck yeah! So fucking good!” she growled happily.

Kyle couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm. She was so in tune with her body and so eager to squeeze as much joy out of life as she could! She loved sensation! She liked feeling her clit bumping against his body? He could do that.

Hands gripping her ass firmly he pulled her tighter against his body as he rocked his hips to slam his cock deep while grinding her clit against him. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long as he was really close himself and it required a lot of energy.

“SHIT! YOU- FUCK! NNNNNYYYYAAHHHH! FU- GAH- SSSSSHHHHHHIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!” she screamed incoherently as he pushed her over the top. His released crashed over him seconds later.

They clung to each other until they caught their breath then he eased himself out of the brunette.

“Geezus! What you did there at the end was incredible!” she exclaimed.

“It was good for me too. Now, we should finish getting ready as we are going to be late!” Kyle said and got an eye roll from the woman.

Kyle managed to finish up and dried himself off as the ladies washed their hair. He went out into the room and got dressed. Twenty minutes later they were finally ready. He tried to contain his impatience but it was 7:50PM by the time they finally got downstairs to the restaurant.

The hostess guided them to the table where the others were enjoying drinks and nibbling on appetizers.

“I’m so sorry we’re late,” Kyle said, his face feeling a little flushed as he felt their eyes on him.

“We’re not,” Charlize boldly asserted with a wide grin and Kyle’s face heated further.

Fiona shook her head with a grin.

Monique saw her bestie wasn’t in the least upset that her recent beau was bringing joy to others. She looked to Kyle and began to laugh. “Well, you know how to land on your feet, Kyle!”

He threw an exasperated look at Charlize and Chloe but both were wearing happy and sated expressions and neither showed any remorse for embarrassing him.

Phoebe, sitting next to him patted his arm in consolation as she gave him a compassionate smile.

Marion was sitting across from him and raised her drink to him. He returned the toast with his glass of water.

The waiter arrived to take their drink orders then started taking food orders from the others while the late three scanned the menu quickly. They gave their orders last.

“Tonight, after dinner we go to the club to dance the night away. There may be a few celebrities as I understand it’s a popular spot for them,” Fiona gushed.

Smiles erupted around the table and a toast was raised.

The meal was good, though Kyle thought it was a little heavy on the artistry and light on the portions. Also, waiting an hour and a half for his tiny meal was ridiculous. He’d traded commentary with Cam at the other end of the table who’d agreed that a big juicy steak could be barbequed in under ten minutes to perfection. They’d been booed into submission by the ladies. Now, Kyle would have to watch his drinking tonight with such a light meal in his stomach.

Naturally, the first stop after dinner was the bar next door and Kyle allowed himself a single scotch and nursed it for the two hours they spent there talking and drinking. Apparently they didn’t want to get to the club too early.

Fiona and Cam led their party through the hotel to the far side. With such a high ratio of women to men the doormen let them in immediately.

It was impossible to hear each other in the club but the music was good and the lightshow on the dancefloor was dazzling. Kyle was immediately dragged out onto the floor by Charlize and Chloe. There wasn’t much room so there was a lot of touching and bumping and not just from each other. Accidental collisions with the other patrons were inevitable and no one really minded.

After a few sets his roommates headed back to a table they’d arranged for drinks and he found himself dancing with Phoebe and Monique. He smiled at them and spotted Cam and Fiona dancing a few feet away. It was still impossible to talk but he was wondering where Marion was.

During the next song he spotted her on the dancefloor with a much younger man. He suddenly had a flash of recognition as he recalled seeing the man as the lead singer in a band. Then he noticed Marion was also dancing with another member of the band. He glanced back at Monique and gestured towards Marion with a tip of his head. Monique spotted the two musicians and saw Marion’s sexy dance which was keeping the two entranced. She touched Phoebe’s arm and soon she was grinning and nodding with an impressed look on her face.

Kyle managed to stay out on the dance floor for a few more sets before he indicated he’d like to get a drink and sit. Monique and Phoebe were all smiles as they made their way back to the table. They saw Cam and Fiona at the table with no sign of Charlize or Chloe.

He leaned closer to Fiona as it was just possible to talk by the tables at the outer perimeter of the club. “Did you see Marion with her two dance partners?” he asked.

She nodded and leaned to speak into his ear. “They left the club about ten minutes ago. All three of them.”

He grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Where are Charlize and Chloe?” he asked.

Fiona frowned. “They went to the bar. They should have returned by now.”

Kyle shared a look with her then nodded as he got back to his feet. He made his way through the crowd towards the bar. This area was a little quieter so conversations were possible, if at a higher volume than normal.

He saw Charlize smiling and standing at the bar with a drink in her hand as she faced several tall black men. They were blocking her view of the fourth man holding Chloe against his chest. Kyles eyes were drawn to Chloe’s which were looking into his desperately. He set his course for her and she immediately gave him a tense but relieved smile. The man holding her noticed and turned his head towards him with an annoyed frown.

Charlize spotted him approaching and began to call out to him to introduce him to her friends. She caught the look on his face and her smile slipped away.

“Fuck off little man. She’s with me,” the big man growled at Kyle as he drew close.

He looked up into cold eyes and saw the man was psyching himself up. The situation had the potential to become violent and when he accepted that he felt a coldness slipping into his mind and heart as he… detached.

“No, she’s really not. I seriously doubt she wants anything to do with you,” he replied holding the man’s dark eyes. “You seem like you should be smart enough to understand the word, no.”

Kyle picked up that he and his buddies had to be in professional sports as Charlize seemed to know three of them at least. Without looking away from his target he held up his hand to stop her when Charlize finally noticed what was happening and her expression turned to rage. He took another step closer.

The man holding Chloe reached out his right hand to push Kyle away but Kyle took a grip on his middle finger and bent it and his wrist backwards painfully.

The man yelled and immediately released his grip on Chloe as he dropped to his knees to ease the strain. She rushed to move behind Kyle.

“Let go, motherfucker!” the athlete yelled.

“I assume an injury to your hand would affect your upcoming season? Potentially jeopardize your income in dramatic ways? Tell your friends to back off or your career is done,” Kyle suggested calmly, his cold eyes never leaving the other’s.

The man licked his lips and glanced nervously at his buddies when it looked like they may intervene. “Stay back. Fucker’s crazy.”

When Kyle saw the others ease back he continued. “You and your friends don’t look like you’d have any trouble finding women who say yes. Why would you resort to rape?” Kyle asked.

“Fuck you man! I didn’t rape the bitch- AAAHHH!!!”

“It’s not damaged yet but my tolerance to bullshit is limited.” He pressed just a little harder on the finger.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Easy! Easy! Shit! I- I never had sex with her.”

“She’s clearly not interested, yet you prevented her from leaving while you rubbed yourself against her. That’s rape too,” he stated, looking the now worried man in the eye.

Mouth opening and closing with no sounds, the man’s panic began to increase. Kyle tilted his head towards Chloe, who was hiding behind him, and the big man finally clued in.

“I’m very sorry for what I did to you!” he gushed, looking at her.

“Thank you,” Kyle said then looked each of the men in the eye. “If you had any thoughts of retaliation please understand one thing. You’ll win the fight.” They smirked at him, obviously thinking about how they were going to mess him up. “I stand no chance of winning… so I’ll fight to cripple. Broken finger,” He pressed the man’s finger back a little more and he hissed. “… broken toe, torn knee ligament, an eye.” They shifted uneasily at that one. “At minimum, your season will be over before it starts. Your choice.”