Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 90: Open your mouth

"Open your mouth, Freya," he commanded, his tone a molten promise that sent a jolt of heat spiraling through her core.

Freya’s lips parted, soft and eager, her breath a warm tease as she leaned closer, her tongue darting out to trace the tip of his cock with a bold, languid swirl.

The taste of him—salty, heady—ignited her senses, her lips stretching to envelop his girth as she took him deeper, her mouth a wet, inviting sanctuary.

She moved with a slow, sensual rhythm, her head bobbing gently, cheeks hollowing with each deliberate pull. The vibrations of her muffled moans rippled against him, a primal hum that set his nerves ablaze.

"Fuck, Freya," Kael groaned, his voice raw and guttural, low, his hands tightening on her wrists, pinned above her head against the cool wood of the booth’s wall. "You’ve gotten so damn good at this."

His other hand cupped her jaw, fingers tracing the curve of her cheek as she worked him, guiding her with a gentle pressure that belied the fire in his gaze.

Her blindfold, the mask, obscured her eyes, but her face—flushed, lips glistening—was a vision of raw surrender that made his pulse race.

Her tongue teased the sensitive ridge beneath his shaft, swirling back to the tip with a reverence that felt both worshipful and defiant.

Freya’s platinum-cyan hair swayed with each movement, catching the dim light, a cascade of silver that brushed her shoulders.

The booth was a crucible, their shared heat a living pulse, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal.

Voices from the next stall cut through the haze followed by a woman’s carefree laugh.

"This skirt’s too short, I’d flash everyone for free. God, I look like such a slut in this. I love it!"

The words were oblivious to the illicit heat unfolding just beyond the thin wall.

Freya’s lips tightened around Kael, her pace quickening as if spurred by the risk, her breath hot and steady, her body arching forward, eager to please.

Kael’s heart pounded, his control fraying as he watched her blindfolded face tilt upward, her lips slick with devotion, her hair a silver torrent.

His hips rocked slightly against her mouth, pushing deeper, her warmth enveloping him in a way that felt like a claim as much as a surrender.

But the need to touch her, to explore every inch of her trembling body, burned hotter.

He pulled it out, his cock slick and aching as he lifted her to her feet.

Freya’s lips, swollen and wet, parted in a soft gasp, the blindfold still cloaking her eyes.

Kael’s hands roamed her body, fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts barely contained by the crimson lace bra.

He tugged the bra down, exposing her pale, perfect breasts, her nipples already hard and begging for attention.

His mouth descended, lips closing around one taut peak, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking and teasing until Freya’s moan—soft and needy—sliced through the air.

"Ahn~!" Her voice was a desperate melody, and Kael’s hand clamped gently over her mouth, muffling her as his other hand kneaded her other breast, fingers pinching and rolling her nipple with a slow, erotic rhythm.

Her body arched into him, her knees bent, her hips grinding against his thigh, her wetness seeping through the crimson thong, coating his skin.

The sensation drove him wild, his cock throbbing with the need to claim her fully.

"Did you hear that?" a voice from the next stall asked, curious but distant.

Kael’s pulse surged, his mouth still working Freya’s nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as she trembled beneath him. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

"Quiet, Freya," he whispered, his voice a heated warning. "Unless you want them to know how much you’re loving this."

Freya’s shiver was answer enough, her body taut with need, her breaths hot and ragged against his palm.

Kael’s hands slid lower, cupping her ass, squeezing the firm, supple flesh with a possessive grip.

He kneaded her cheeks, pulling them apart slightly, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin between, teasing her with the promise of more.

Freya’s moan was muffled, her hips rocking back, greedy for his touch. He slipped the thong aside, his fingers finding her slick folds, parting them with a slow, teasing stroke. She was soaked, her arousal coating his fingers, warm and inviting.

He slid two fingers inside, deep and searching, curling to stroke that sensitive spot within.

Freya’s hips bucked, her body trembling, her wetness dripping down his hand. Kael’s thumb circled her clit, slow at first, then faster, building a rhythm that had her gasping against his palm.

Her walls tightened around his fingers, her body teetering on the edge, but Kael wanted more—he craved the feeling of her shattering around him.

He pulled his fingers free, her muffled whimper a soft protest, and tugged the thong down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles.

Her crimson bra clung to her chest, the lace a vivid contrast to her pale skin, her hair a wild cascade of silver.

Kael lifted her leg, hooking it over his hip, her body exposed, her wetness glistening in the faint light.

He guided his cock to her entrance, teasing her with the tip, sliding it through her folds, parting to hug his girth, her heat coating him.

The anticipation was electric, her body trembling, aching for him.

With a slow, deep thrust, he filled her, her walls tight and hot, gripping him like a velvet glove, but only far better.

Freya’s head tipped back, her blindfolded face a mask of ecstasy, her fingers curling against the wall, nails scraping the wood.

The sensation was overwhelming, her warmth enveloping him, each movement a raw, unspoken claim.

Kael moved with a steady rhythm, each thrust a slow, sensual plunge, his hand still over her mouth, dipping a finger inside to tease her tongue, her breaths frantic and dripping with need.

The wall creaked faintly, the voices next door resuming—

"Two hundred dollars for this? This is a total rip-off!"

"You totally look sexy in it, I would bang you if I was a guy."

"But... There’s barely any fabric to pay for."

The discussion was like a background music, they couldn’t care any less about.

As of now Kael’s world was Freya, her heat, her surrender.

His free hand roamed her body, squeezing her ass again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he thrust deeper.

He pulled out briefly, guiding her lower, bending her forward, her hands braced lower on the wall, her ass high and inviting. The shift deepened the angle, her body open and vulnerable.

Her pussy spread, pulsed, begged for more.