Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 91: Mmhmnnnnn

Kael slid in from behind, striking her core, her muffled cry sharp against his hand.

Their bodies met in a soft, rhythmic slap, the booth’s curtain swaying gently by the small bursts of air created.

Freya pushed back, ravenous, her blindfolded face turned slightly, lips parted, moans a soft hum.

Kael’s hand slid up her spine, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling gently to arch her back further, his thrusts growing harder, more insistent.

His hunger surged, the need to push her further overtaking him.

He guided her to the floor, the linoleum stark against their fevered skin. Freya lay on her back, legs spread, crimson bra askew, her nipples peeking out, hard and flushed.

Her hair fanned out like a silver halo, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat.

Kael knelt between her thighs, gripping her hips, lifting her slightly.

His mouth found her breast again, sucking her nipple hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as she writhed beneath him.

"Kael~!" Her muffled cry was desperate and low, her fingers clawing at the floor.

He switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his tongue swirling, his lips pulling until her moans became a symphony of need.

His hand slid between her thighs, fingers circling her clit, teasing her as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Here I go, " he whispered and thrust in, hard and deep, her walls clenching, her muffled scream vibrating against her palms as she covered her mouth, to prevent her voice leaking as much as possible.

Freya’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body rocking beneath him.

Kael moved with relentless intensity, hips slamming into hers, their bodies colliding in a rhythmic thud.

Each thrust was a claim, her muffled moans frantic, her walls tightening.

His hand squeezed her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her closer, deepening each stroke.

Freya’s blindfolded face was a vision of ecstasy, her body trembling as her climax built.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice raw, and Freya’s body obeyed, her walls pulsing.

"MMMmmm" Her muffled scream was sharp, her orgasm a violent wave that arched her back, her wetness flooding around him.

Her hands pressed tighter to cover her mouth, smothering the sound.

Kael followed, his release surging, filling her, his groan low, stifled against the curve of her neck, their bodies locked in a primal, shuddering embrace.

Panting, Kael lifted her, turning her to face the wall again, her legs shaky but compliant, her hands braced, her ass arched toward him.

He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her still-pulsing heat, his thrusts slower now but deep, each one a lingering claim.

Freya’s moans were softer, sated but hungry, her body rocking back to meet him. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, teasing her until she whimpered with renewed need.

He spun her to face him, lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her back against the wall, her crimson bra rubbing against his chest.

He entered her again, his cock sliding inside with minimal friction, her wetness easing the way.

His thrusts were deeper, unyielding, each one pushing her higher.

Freya’s arms looped around his neck, her fingers gripping his head, her body shuddering, another orgasm building.

The wall creaked, new voices—"This damn zipper! Where do they get these cheap things?"

But Kael was lost, his cock pounding without any mercy, Freya’s muffled moans a symphony of need.

Freya gripped Kael’s neck, her face burying into his neck as her body trembled, her second climax hitting, her moan warm against his ear as she bit into his shoulder, her wetness flooding, her cry sharp.

Kael grinned, his hand squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple, prolonging her pleasure as her walls clenched around him tight.

Once Freya’s breath became normal, he lowered her, their bodies slick with sweat, and turned her to face him, sliding the blindfold from her eyes.

Her blue gaze was glassy, bright with pleasure, a smile curving her lips.

He sat on the booth’s bench, pulling her onto his lap, her legs straddling him, her crimson bra somehow found it’s way back to cover her nipples, her thong tangled at her ankles.

Freya lowered herself onto him, slow and deep, his hands on her hips, guiding her.

Her movements were languid as she grinded her hips on him, sated but still hungry, her eyes locked on his, a raw connection that transcended words.

Kael’s hands roamed her back, squeezing her ass, kneading the soft flesh.

He tugged the bra down again, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling as she moaned softly, her hips rolling against him.

Their rhythm sped up gradually, her hips bounced lightly just like her breasts which followed.

Kael’s hands moved on her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, squeezing her breasts.

And soon,

Freya’s third orgasm surged, a molten wave that had her clutching him closer, burying his head into her cleavage, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Her hips bucked wildly, chasing the edge, until her climax crashed through her—her body quaking, breath hitching, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure tore her apart.

Kael followed, his release a searing pulse, his groan warm against between her breasts, their bodies locked in a primal rhythm, their connection a torrent of fire and unspoken vows.

Freya slumped against him, her body limp, sated.

Her blue eyes were heavy but bright, her smile a secret shared.

"Senseless enough?" Kael whispered, his smirk playful, his voice low to avoid the next stall’s ears, now silent, the voices gone.

"For now," Freya purred, her voice a velvet tease, her eyes glinting with mischief, her reward claimed in the most primal way.

Worth it.

She slipped on her pants and white t-shirt, the fabric clinging to her sweat-damp skin, her platinum-cyan hair a tangled cascade.

Kael handed her the cap, tucking her hair beneath it, and adjusted her mask, their secrecy intact.

They left the crimson thong and bra behind, slick and abandoned on the wet booth floor.

They gathered their haul—lingerie, casuals, towels, Kael’s clothes—and slipped out of the booth, the curtain swishing softly, the store’s hum enveloping them.

No one glanced their way, the shoppers oblivious.

They should avoid coming to this store for a while, or never.

Freya’s hand brushed Kael’s, her touch a quiet promise that she still had the heat for him, her face unreadable but her eyes alive.

At the checkout, Kael hurried to pay, his wallet a lot lighter but his heart was full and content.

He took another glance at the haul, and he knew what would happen to most of those clothes.

Wear it. duh

hiss~~

The glass doors opened and they stepped into the morning sun, the city alive and hot, he turned to catch Freya’s eye on him, her smile a spark that promised more such adventures, more stolen moments, more of her.