“You’re amazing,” I tell her, the words cutting through her steady stream of conversation.
She stops mid-sentence, glass halfway to her lips, eyes slowly finding mine. Something in my expression makes her go still.
“I need to fuck you,” I say quietly. “Right now.”
The surprise that flickers across her face isn’t at my directness — she knows me well enough for that. It’s the reverence in my tone that catches her off guard, that thread of something deeper woven beneath the want.
“Cyrus won’t be back for a while,” I add, my voice dropping lower, already losing the fight against the thought of having her all to myself.
Keira holds my gaze for a moment, then sets her glass down with quiet deliberateness. When she moves toward me, there’s a new kind of certainty in every step, something that wasn’t there before.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want that too.”
Keira approaches me with a look I’ve never seen before—confident, almost predatory. A hunter’s smile plays at the corners of her mouth.
“Sit down,” she orders, and I find myself obeying without question.
She pushes me back against the kitchen chair with surprising strength, her palms flat against my chest. This isn’t the woman we captured in the Hunt—this is something entirely new. Something transformed.
“I want to taste you,” she says, her voice low. “And I want you to watch me while I do it.”
My cock leaks instantly at her words. Keira sinks to her knees in front of me, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Her fingers trace the outline of my erection through my pants with deliberate slowness. Keira unbuttons my pants and slowly—torturously—pulls down the zipper, each click of metal against metal deliberately prolonged. There’s artistry in her teasing.
She tugs my pants and underwear down enough to free my cock, which springs upward, already fully hard. Instead of immediately taking me in her mouth, she runs her tongue along her bottom lip, making it glisten.
“I know exactly what I want now,” she whispers, maintaining eye contact as she lowers her head. Her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock with deliberate precision. “And I’m going to take it.”
When she finally takes me into her mouth, the wet heat is almost overwhelming. She moves with the same confident rhythm I watched in her dance studio, her tongue tracing patterns that make my breath catch.
The wet heat of her tongue slides along my shaft as she teases me. I grip the edge of the chair, watching her take control in a way she never did before Idaho.
“Fuck, look at you,” I growl. “Worshipping my cock like you were born for it.”
Keira hums around me, the vibration sending sharp pleasure up my spine. Without breaking rhythm, her hand slides between her thighs. She pushes her leggings aside and begins circling her clit.
“Good girl,” I rasp. “Get yourself off while you suck my cock.”
Her eyes lock with mine as she pleasures herself, taking me so deep in her throat. The sight of her touching herself is almost enough to make me explode. Her free hand grips my thigh for balance as she rocks against her own fingers.
When she comes, she moans around me, the vibration nearly finishing me. She pulls off, gasping, her eyes wild with satisfaction and hunger.
“I want to ride you,” she states, already standing to strip off her leggings.
I barely have time to adjust before she straddles me, positioning my cock at her entrance and sinking down in one fluid motion. The chair creaks as she starts to move.
“You’re my dirty little slut now, aren’t you?” I grasp her hips hard enough to bruise. “Fucking yourself on my cock as if you own it.”
“I do own it,” she hisses. “Right now, it’s mine.”
She rides me with brutal movements, her pussy gripping me like a vise with each rise and fall.
“Your cunt is so fucking tight,” I snarl, digging my fingers into the flesh of her ass. “Made to take my cock. To milk every last drop from me.”
Keira’s movements grow more frantic, her tight pussy clenching around me with each downward thrust. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, anchoring herself as she chases her pleasure.
“Ace,” she gasps, her eyes locked with mine. “I’m so close.”
I thrust upward, meeting her halfway, driving deeper. “Come for me, Keira. Let me feel you.”