Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 143: A chill Day 2

After dinner, the trio returned to the living room, the empty pizza box left on the table, the faint scent of cheese and pepperoni lingering in the air.

They sank onto the couch, limbs loose from the day’s laughter and games, the soft glow of a single lamp casting warm shadows.

Kael pulled out the deck of cards for another round of Go Fish, but the energy was different now—lazier, more intimate.

Rhea’s competitive spark had dulled, her amber eyes half-lidded as she tossed cards with a playful smirk, her black tank top slipping slightly off one shoulder.

Freya yawned mid-turn, her blue eyes heavy, her cyan t-shirt rumpled as she leaned against Kael, her platinum-cyan hair brushing his arm.

The game fizzled out, cards scattered across the cushion, forgotten as they settled deeper into the couch, the day’s ease wrapping around them like a blanket.

Freya shifted closer, her breath warm against Kael’s ear, her voice a soft murmur.

"Today was nice," she said, her fingers trailing up his chest, slow and sensual, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat through his gray shirt.

Her touch was light, almost reverent, her blue eyes locking onto his with a quiet intensity, a mix of warmth and longing.

The air thickened, her closeness stirring a slow burn in Kael’s core.

Rhea leaned in from the other side, her lips grazing Kael’s jaw, her voice a teasing purr.

"Don’t let her hog you, Kael." Her fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, her amber eyes glinting with mischief, but there was a softness beneath it, a hunger that matched Freya’s.

Her touch was bolder, her nails scraping lightly against his side, sending a shiver through him.

The contrast of their approaches—Freya’s gentle exploration, Rhea’s fiery insistence—made Kael’s pulse race, the tension coiling tight in the quiet room.

Kael’s breath hitched, his hazel eyes darkening as their touches grew more insistent.

Freya’s lips brushed his cheek, soft and searching, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin, her hand sliding under his shirt to trace the lines of his abs, her fingers cold on his skin.

Rhea’s kisses moved to his neck, her lips warm and wet, sucking lightly at his pulse point, her hand slipping to his thigh, squeezing with a possessive edge.

Their scents mingled—Freya’s clean, crisp like winter air, Rhea’s spicy, like embers—filling Kael’s senses, the heat of their bodies pressing against him igniting a slow, aching need.

Freya’s kisses deepened, her lips finding his, her tongue slipping past in a slow, sensual dance, tasting him with a quiet hunger.

Her hands framed his face, her thumbs brushing his jaw, her moans soft against his mouth, each sound sending sparks down his spine.

Rhea countered, her lips claiming his the moment Freya pulled back, her kiss bold and demanding, her tongue exploring with a fierce edge, her hands roaming his chest, nails grazing his skin, leaving faint trails of heat.

The push and pull of their attention was dizzying, Kael’s hands gripping the couch, fighting to stay grounded as the tension peaked, real and raw, the air electric with unspoken desire.

Freya’s fingers slipped lower, teasing the waistband of his jeans, her blue eyes flickering with a mix of hesitation and want as she pressed closer, her thigh brushing his.

Rhea’s hand followed, bolder, her fingers dipping just beneath the fabric, her amber eyes locked on his, daring him to react.

Kael closed his eyes shut. His voice came out rough, resolve fraying.

"Hold on," he said, catching their wrists gently, his hazel eyes intense. "We’ve got to go for Tila tomorrow. Freya, you said you were tired. We can’t do this again."

Freya’s blue eyes flashed with frustration, her lips parting in a quiet huff, but she nodded, her fingers lingering on his wrist, reluctant to let go.

"Fine," she murmured, her voice low, her gaze still smoldering.

Rhea groaned, flopping back against the couch, her amber eyes narrowing. "You’re such a killjoy," she said, but her tone softened, a playful pout curving her lips as she leaned into him again, her shoulder brushing his.

They followed to Kael’s bed, promising ’no sex’, the room dim.

They piled in, bodies close, the mattress creaking under their weight.

Freya pressed against Kael’s left side, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arm, her touch light, each stroke rekindling the earlier heat.

"You sure you want to sleep?" she whispered, her voice sultry, her blue eyes glinting in the low light as she tilted her head, her lips brushing his collarbone, soft and teasing.

Rhea curled against his right side, her leg draping over his, her hand splayed across his chest, her fingers brushing his nipple through his shirt, sending a jolt through him.

"Yeah, Kael, loosen up," she murmured, her lips grazing his shoulder, her amber eyes gleaming with challenge.

Her touch was warmer, more insistent, her nails scraping lightly, her breath hot against his skin.

The tension from the couch surged back, thicker now, the quiet of the room amplifying every touch, every breath.

Freya’s fingers slipped under his shirt, her touch cool and warm, tracing the planes of his stomach, her lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste him, her moans barely audible but electric.

Rhea’s hand slid lower, her fingers tugging at his jeans, her lips finding his ear, her tongue tracing the shell, her voice a husky tease.

"You’re making this hard, Kael," she whispered, her hand brushing the growing bulge in his jeans, her touch light but deliberate, stoking the fire in his core.

Kael’s resolve wavered, his hazel eyes darkening as their hands grew bolder.

"Fuck it."

Clothes began to slip away, the air heating as Freya’s t-shirt hit the floor, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulders, her skin pale in the dim light.

Rhea’s tank top followed, her curves bared, her skin warm and flushed.

Kael’s shirt joined the pile, his chest rising and falling faster, his hazel eyes locked on them, the sight of their bodies—Freya’s lean grace, Rhea’s fiery curves—igniting a primal need.

Freya straddled his hips, her jeans still on, her lips claiming his in a deep, languid kiss, her tongue exploring with a slow, sensual rhythm, her hands pinning his wrists above his head, her body pressing close, her thighs gripping his sides.

Her kisses were a confession, each one laced with a quiet devotion, her breath hitching as she ground against him, the friction sparking heat through her core.

Rhea knelt beside him, her lips trailing down his chest, her tongue flicking his nipple, her teeth grazing lightly, sending shivers through him.

Her hand freed his jeans, tugging them down with his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing.

She licked her lips, her amber eyes gleaming as she leaned in, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salt of his pre-cum, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him.

Kael groaned, his hands flexing against Freya’s grip, the dual sensations—Freya’s kisses, Rhea’s mouth—overwhelming, his body trembling with need.

Freya broke the kiss, her blue eyes hazy with desire, her lips trailing to his jaw, her tongue tracing the line of his stubble, her hands releasing his wrists to roam his chest, her nails scraping lightly, leaving faint red lines.

She shifted, her jeans sliding off, her panties damp as she pressed her pussy against his thigh, her movements slow, teasing, her moans soft but raw, the heat of her arousal soaking through.

Rhea’s mouth worked him, her lips gliding along his length, her hand stroking the base, her tongue swirling with sloppy care, each movement pushing Kael closer to the edge, his groans mingling with their breaths.

The tension was peak, raw and real, the room filled with the sounds of their gasps, the creak of the bed, the wet slide of Rhea’s mouth, the soft friction of Freya’s hips.

Freya’s lips found Kael’s again, her kiss hungry now, her tongue demanding, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body trembling with need.

Rhea pulled back, her lips kissing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, her hand still stroking him, her amber eyes locked on his, her breath hot against his skin.

The air was electric, their touches a symphony of desire, each moment stretching the anticipation, the promise of more hanging heavy between them.

As their hands and lips continued to explore, the night deepened, their bodies entwined, and another night of a long threesome followed.