Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 104: Quickie

Behind the door to Rhea’s room.

Her back was pressed against the door, her crimson hair a tangled mess, her torn tank top riding up to expose the swell of her breasts, her shorts and panties already pooled at her ankles.

Her amber eyes blazed, not with rage now, but with a raw, desperate hunger, her body trembling from the nipple vibrators Freya had left buzzing against her skin.

Kael stood close, his hazel eyes locked on hers, a quiet storm brewing in their depths.

"Fucking touch me," Rhea growled, her voice rough, needy, her hands reaching for him, fingers hooking around his neck.

She pulled him in, her lips crashing against his, a hungry, messy kiss that tasted of salt and want.

Her tongue swept into his mouth, urgent, demanding, as her hips rocked forward, seeking friction against his thigh.

She was soaked—Kael could feel the slick heat of her against his jeans, her arousal a pulse that matched the thud of her heart.

He didn’t tease, not now.

His hands moved fast, one sliding down to grip her bare hip, the other finding her pussy, fingers slipping through her folds.

She was drenched, and the first brush of his thumb against it pulled a sharp gasp from her lips, her head tipping back against the door.

"Fuck, Kael," she moaned, her voice breaking, her hips bucking into his hand.

His fingers curled inside her, two at first, then three, stretching her, pumping slow but deep, the wet sound of her arousal filling the room.

Rhea’s hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his tee, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts.

"More," she demanded, her voice a low, erotic purr, loud enough to carry through the door—let Freya hear, let her know.

Kael’s grin was wicked, his fingers working faster, his thumb circling her clit with relentless pressure.

Her thighs trembled, her body arching off the door, and he leaned in, lips grazing her ear.

You want it bad, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly tease, his breath hot against her skin.

"Yes," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, her scarred hands gripping him tighter. "Fuck me, Kael. Now."

Her words were a plea, a command, and they snapped something in him.

He yanked his jeans open, freeing his cock—hard, throbbing.

He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his hip, and pressed himself against her entrance, teasing her with the tip, sliding it through her folds, her heat coating him.

Then he thrust into her, slow at first, savoring the way her walls gripped him, tight and hot, like she was made for him.

Rhea’s moan was loud, unrestrained, a raw, erotic sound that echoed off the walls.

Her hands slid up to his hair, tugging hard, her lips finding his again, kissing him like she was starving.

Kael moved, his hips snapping forward, each thrust deeper, harder, the rhythm building, their bodies slamming together with a primal, wet smack.

"Touch my tits," she panted, breaking the kiss, her voice dripping with need.

Kael didn’t hesitate.

His free hand slid under her tank top, shoving it higher, fingers finding her nipples—still sensitive from the vibrators, hard and flushed.

He pinched one, rolling it between his fingers, and Rhea’s moan turned into a cry, her hips grinding against him, chasing every sensation.

He teased the other nipple, tugging gently, then harder, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, her body shuddering under the dual assault.

"AAh! Aah! Don’t stop Kael!"

"You’re loud," he growled, half-laughing, half-lost in her, his cock driving into her with relentless force.

"Kael, fuck, yes!" The door rattled, wood creaking, her breasts swaying, nipples grazed by his fingers, pinching harder, twisting, her body electric, taut.

She taunted Freya with every sound, voice a weapon, pussy gripping him, wet, relentless.

Kael fucked her harder, thrusts sharp, hips slamming, control tight but fraying, her heat pulling him under, hazel eyes locked on her flushed face, her lips parted, gasping.

Rhea’s climax hit, sudden, fierce, her body seizing, her pussy clenching around Kael so tight it nearly pushed him over the edge.

"Kael!" she screamed, her voice raw, her hips bucking wildly, her juices soaking his cock, dripping down her thighs.

She shuddered, her head falling back, her amber eyes half-open, glassy with pleasure.

But Kael wasn’t done, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, drawing out her aftershocks, her moans softening into whimpers.

She sagged against him, panting, her leg still hooked over his hip, but her eyes flicked to his, a spark of mischief cutting through her haze.

"Your turn," she rasped, sliding her leg down, her hands pushing him back. She dropped to her knees, her tank top still bunched above her breasts, her crimson hair spilling over her shoulders.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, slick with her arousal, and she looked up at him, her amber eyes burning with intent.

Rhea’s tongue flicked out, teasing the tip, tasting herself on him, and Kael groaned, his hands bracing against the door.

She took him into her mouth, slow at first, her lips stretching around him, her tongue swirling along the underside.

Her hands worked in tandem, one stroking his shaft, the other cupping his balls, rolling them gently, her touch firm but teasing.

"Fuck, Rhea. When did you learn this," he muttered, his voice strained, his hips twitching forward, chasing the heat of her mouth.

She hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt through him, and she took him deeper, her throat relaxing, her lips brushing the base of his cock.

Her pace quickened, sloppy and hungry, her saliva mixing with her juices, dripping down her chin.

Kael’s hands tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding, his breaths ragged as she worked him, her amber eyes locked on his, daring him to let go.

When he was close, she pulled back, her hand pumping him fast, her other hand teasing his balls, her fingers brushing the sensitive skin behind them.

"Come on me," she whispered, her voice a sultry challenge, her lips brushing the tip. Kael’s groan was low, primal, and he came hard, his release splattering against the door beside her.

She grinned, a bit sad that he missed the mark, but, triumphant, licking her lips, her eyes never leaving his.

"Calm now?" he asked, breathless, his grin crooked as he zipped up, his chest heaving.

Rhea stood, pulling her shorts and panties back up, her movements slow, her body still humming with satisfaction.

"Yeah," she said, her voice smug, her amber eyes glinting.

"Let’s go." She opened the door, stepping out, leaving the mess on the door behind.

"Clean that later," Kael said, following her out of the room.