“I’m fine,” I manage, my voice rough as Lila’s fingers work the button of my jeans, popping it open with a soft snap. “Just…handling some things.” Her eyes flash with satisfaction at the strain in my voice, and she tugs the zipper down, her movements deliberate, teasing, as she shoves my jeans and boxers down tomy ankles in one fluid motion. The cool air hits my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of her breath as she leans in, her lips hovering just above my cock, close enough that I can feel the warmth without her touching me yet. My hands grip the arms of the chair, knuckles whitening, as I try to keep my voice steady.
“Handling things?” Mara’s voice sharpens, suspicion creeping in. “Kent, this doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on? Are you with someone?”
Lila’s smile turns wicked, and she drops to her knees between my legs, her hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the underside of my cock in a slow, deliberate stroke that makes my hips jerk involuntarily, a low groan catching in my throat. She’s teasing, testing, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to keep talking while she unravels me. “I’m safe, Mara,” I say, but the words come out strained, almost a growl, as Lila’s lips close around the head of my cock, sucking lightly, her tongue swirling in a way that sends a shudder through my entire body. “Just…dealing with some complications.”
“Complications?” Mara’s voice is skeptical now, tinged with hurt, and I can hear the unspoken questions—Who’s with you? Why are you acting like this?—but Lila’s mouth is a distraction I can’t fight, her lips sliding down, taking me deeper, her tongue working with expert precision. She hums softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I grit my teeth, trying to focus on the call. Lila pulls back, her lips dragging slowly, deliberately, before plunging down again, her mouth hot and wet, her nails digging into my thighs as she sets a torturous rhythm.
“Kent, are you even listening?” Mara demands, her voice rising, and I realize I’ve gone silent, too focused on the woman kneeling between my legs, claiming me with every stroke ofher mouth. Lila’s eyes are fierce, possessive, and she pulls off just enough to speak, her voice low and husky, barely audible but laced with intent. “Tell her I’m the best you’ve ever had,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against the sensitive tip of my cock, sending another shudder through me. “Tell her no one else compares.”
I swallow hard, my pulse pounding in my ears, but she doesn’t wait for me to comply. Her mouth engulfs me again, deeper, harder, her throat constricting around me, and I bite back a groan, my head tipping back against the chair. The pleasure is overwhelming, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, and I can feel myself starting to lose control, the edge of release creeping closer.
“She’s…” I start, my voice breaking as Lila’s tongue does something wicked, sending a wave of pleasure so intense it nearly blinds me. “She’s the best I’ve ever had.”
The words spill out, raw and honest, because in this moment, with her mouth on me, her eyes burning into mine, it’s the truth. No one else has ever come close—not Mara, not anyone. Lila is fire and steel, a predator who matches me in every way, and I’m hers as much as she’s mine.
Lila hums in approval, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge, but just as I feel the coil tightening in my core, she pulls back, her lips leaving me with a soft, deliberate pop that makes my cock twitch, glistening with her saliva. I groan, half in frustration, half in anticipation, as she rises to her feet, her smile smug and victorious.
“Not yet,” she says, her voice low, teasing, as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me, her thighs bracketing mine. The shirt rides up, exposing the smooth expanse of her legs, the curve of her hips, and I can see she’s not wearing anything underneath, her skin flushed with arousal.
“Who’s Lila?” Mara’s voice cuts through, sharp with hurt, and I can hear the realization dawning—the knowledge that I’m not alone, that someone else is staking a claim. Lila’s eyes flash with triumph, and she leans in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, “Tell her I’m the only one who matters.”
I groan, my hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her bare skin as she grinds against me, the heat of her core teasing my cock through the thin barrier of air between us.
“You’re the only one, Lila,” I say, my voice rough with need, the words spilling out as much for her as for Mara. “No one else. Ever.”
The admission is raw, a confession pulled from the depths of me, and Lila’s smile widens, predatory, as she reaches down, guiding my cock to her entrance, teasing me with the slick heat of her without letting me in.
“Kent, what the hell—” Mara’s voice cracks, but Lila doesn’t let up, her hips rolling slowly, torturously, the tip of my cock brushing against her entrance, wet and inviting, but she holds back, keeping me on the edge.
“Say it again,” she demands, her voice a low growl, her nails scraping down my chest, leaving red trails in their wake. “Louder.”
“You’re the only one,” I repeat, louder this time, my voice breaking as she sinks down just enough to take the head of my cock inside her, the tight heat of her making me groan, my hips bucking instinctively. Mara’s voice is a distant buzz now, her words lost in the haze of pleasure as Lila teases me, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, letting me feel her without giving me everything.
“Keep talking,” Lila murmurs, her lips brushing mine, her breath hot and teasing. “Tell her how good I feel.” She sinksdown further, taking me halfway, her walls clenching around me, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold onto some semblance of control as she rides me with agonizing slowness, each movement calculated to drive me insane.
“Lila, you feel…fuck, you feel better than anyone,” I manage, my voice hoarse, cracking on the edges as she rolls her hips again, taking me deeper, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding back. Mara’s voice is a faint protest now, but I can’t focus on her, can’t think of anything but Lila—the way she moves, the way she claims me, the way her eyes burn with possessive fire.
Lila leans back, bracing her hands on my shoulders, her movements growing bolder, more demanding, as she rides me with a rhythm that’s both punishing and teasing. Her breasts bounce under the shirt, the fabric catching on her hardened nipples, and I reach up, shoving the shirt up to expose her, my hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. She moans, low and throaty, her head tipping back, and the sound sends a fresh wave of heat through me, my cock throbbing inside her.
“Tell her you’re mine,” she says, her voice a command, her hips grinding down hard, taking me fully now, the sensation so intense I nearly lose it right there. Her nails dig into my shoulders, anchoring her as she rides me, each movement deliberate, claiming, erasing any trace of Mara from my life.
“I’m yours,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips, urging her faster, harder, but she holds back, keeping the pace torturously slow, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to beg. “Only yours, Lila. Always.” The words are raw, desperate, and she rewards me with a sharp thrust of her hips, her walls clenching around me, pulling a groan from deep in my chest.
Mara’s voice cuts off abruptly—the call’s ended, or she’s hung up, I don’t care which—and Lila’s smile is victorious, her movements growing bolder, more relentless. She leans forward, her lips crashing against mine in a kiss that’s all teeth and hunger, her tongue claiming my mouth as thoroughly as her body claims my cock.
“Good boy,” she murmurs against my lips, her voice dripping with satisfaction, and the words send a shudder through me, pushing me closer to the edge.
She rides me harder now, her hips slamming down, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the kitchen, mingling with our ragged breaths and her soft moans. My hands roam her body, one sliding up to grip her throat, not tight but possessive, my thumb resting against her pulse, feeling it race under my touch. She gasps, her eyes fluttering shut, and I can feel her tightening around me, her body trembling on the edge of release.
“Don’t stop,” I growl, my voice rough with need, my hips bucking up to meet her, driving deeper, harder. “Show me you’re mine.” The words are a challenge, a plea, and she responds by grinding down, her movements frantic now, her nails raking down my chest, leaving fresh marks to claim me.
“Always,” she gasps, her voice breaking as she pushes us both toward the edge, her body shuddering, her walls clenching around me in a way that makes my vision blur. The pleasure is overwhelming, a tidal wave building in my core, and I grip her hips, thrusting up to meet her, our rhythm desperate, primal.
She comes first, her cry sharp and raw, her body convulsing around me, pulling me deeper as her orgasm rips through her. Her nails dig into my shoulders, anchoring her as she rides out the waves, her eyes locked on mine, fierce and possessive. The sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted, my shirt bunched around her waist—pushes me over the edge, andI come with a guttural groan, spilling inside her, the release hot and shattering, my hips jerking as I empty myself into her.
We collapse together, her body slumping against mine, her forehead resting against my shoulder as we pant, our breaths mingling in the quiet kitchen. The morning light paints us in gold and shadow, the air thick with the scent of coffee and sex, and for a moment, the world outside—Shaw, Finch, the looming threat of arrest—fades to nothing. It’s just us, two predators bound by blood and choice, claiming each other in the wreckage of our past.
She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine, and there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath the triumph, a hint of the fear that drove this—fear that I could belong to someone else, that I could walk away again. I cup her face, my thumb brushing her cheek, and kiss her softly, a contrast to the ferocity of moments ago. “I'm yours,” I murmur, my voice rough with conviction. “No one else. Never again.”
