AUTHOR POV —
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The air in the dimly lit hallway was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like static before a storm.
Keifer had her pinned there—Jay, her back against the cold plaster, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.
His hands were on either side of her head, caging her in, his body pressed so close she could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard ridge of his cock already straining against his jeans.
She should've been afraid.
Should've pushed him away, told him to stop. But she didn't.
Instead, her lips trembled against his, a silent war raging behind her kiss—chaos spilling through the way her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, desperate, defiant, demanding.
She didn't pull back.
She met him, bold and unyielding, her breath hot against his mouth as she gasped, her voice sharp and breaking,
"Is this the man you're afraid to show me, Keifer?" Her words were a challenge, a dare, her dark eyes locked onto his, searching, hungry. "Because I want him."
A growl rumbled low in Keifer's chest, his grip tightening on her hips, thumbs digging into her dress hard enough to bruise. His voice was rough, gravelly, the kind of sound that made her thighs clench. "You don't understand, Jay." His fingers flexed, possessive, warning. "Once I show this man, there is no going back."
She should've hesitated.
Should've thought about what that meant—the weight of it, the finality.
But the way he said it, like a threat and a promise all at once, sent a shiver down her spine, her pulse hammering between her legs.
Her eyes widened, chaos flashing in them, but she didn't flinch.
Instead, she lifted her chin, her voice trembling but bold, every syllable a dare. "Then don't make me go back."
Something dark and feral flickered in Keifer's gaze. He didn't ask again. He acted.
In one swift motion, he spun her, slamming her against the wall with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs.
His body was flush against hers, his cock throbbing against her thigh, the heat of him searing through the layers of their clothes.
She arched into him instinctively, her perky breasts pressing against his chest, her wet mouth parting in invitation.
His hands were everywhere—gripping, claiming—his voice a low, dangerous growl against her ear. "You sure about this?"
His fingers were already working at her belt, tugging, yanking, the leather hissing as he pulled it free from the loops of her jeans.
The sound was obscene, the promise of what came next making her whimper. "Fuck yes," she panted, her own hands clawing at his shirt, buttons popping as she ripped it open, her nails scraping down the hard planes of his chest.
She needed him naked.
Needed to feel him, all of him, no barriers, no lies, no more fucking hiding.
Keifer didn't waste time.
With a rough jerk, he yanked her dress down, taking her lace panties with them, the fabric pooling around her ankles before she could even kick them off.
The cool air hit her exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as it raked over her, lingering on the glistening wetness between her thighs. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice thick with need, his fingers already tracing the slick folds of her pussy, teasing, tormenting.
"Look at you. Already so fucking wet for me."
Jay's head fell back against the wall with a thud, her body quivering as he pressed a finger to her clit, circling, owning.
"Keifer, please—" Her voice was raw, needy, her hips jerking helplessly, chasing the friction he denied her.
He smirked, dark and dangerous, before sinking to his knees in front of her.
The sight of him there, between her legs, his broad shoulders parting her thighs, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh—it made her whimper.
Then his tongue was on her, plunging into her wet heat, and she screamed.
Her hands tangled in his hair, her fingers gripping tight as he devoured her, ruthless, relentless.
His tongue lashed at her clit, his lips sealing around the swollen bud to suck, hard, before diving back inside her, fucking her with his mouth like he owned her.
"You taste so fucking good," he muttered against her throbbing pussy, the vibrations making her shudder.
His fingers slid inside her, stretching her, curling just right to hit that spot that made her see stars.
Jay sobbed, her orgasm tearing through her with brutal force, her walls clenching around his fingers, her thighs trembling. "Keifer—!" His name was a prayer and a curse on her lips, her body bucking against his face as he wrung every last shudder from her, his free hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks.
He didn't give her time to recover.
With a growl, he surged to his feet, his cock aching, the thick length straining against his zipper.
Jay barely had time to register the movement before he was lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her back hitting the wall again with a force that stole her breath.
"Take me," she demanded, her voice ragged, her nails digging into his shoulders.
She could feel how hard he was, the rigid length of him pressing against her, promising.
Keifer didn't need to be told twice.
With one rough hand gripping her ass, he adjusted her, the head of his cock notching at her entrance.
Jay gasped, her body already clenching in anticipation, her pussy dripping, begging for him.
Then he thrust inside her in one brutal motion, his thick cock splitting her open, filling her to the hilt.
"Fuck—!" The cry tore from her throat, her nails raking down his back as he bottomed out, her body stretching to take all of him.
He was huge, the burn of it almost too much, but god, she loved it.
Loved the way he groaned, his teeth sinking into her neck as he held himself there, buried deep, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made her whimper.
Then he started to move.
There was nothing gentle about it.
He fucked her hard, merciless, the wall banging against her back with every brutal thrust, her tits bouncing, her body jolting with the force of it.
"Keifer," she whimpered, her voice breaking, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her orgasm already building again, coiling tight and desperate in her belly.
"You feel that?" he growled, his hips snapping faster, harder, his cock pistoning into her with a wet, obscene sound.
"You feel how fucking perfect you are? How tight this pretty cunt is for me?" His words were filthy, his voice a raw, primal growl, his cum boiling in his balls, his control fraying.
Jay could only sob in response, her body trembling on the edge, her nails digging crescents into his skin. "Cum for me, Jay," he commanded, his teeth still buried in her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Now."
And she shattered.
Her pussy milked his cock, her walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm ripped through her, her screams echoing down the empty hallway.
Keifer groaned, his own release tearing through him, his seed spilling deep inside her, marking her, claiming her.
His hips stuttered, his thrusts turning erratic as he emptied himself into her, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against hers.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their harsh breathing, the slick slide of cum dripping down her thighs, the way her body still trembled in his arms.
Then, slowly, Jay lifted her face, her eyes wild, chaotic, but soft.
Her fingers traced the bite mark on her neck, her voice barely a whisper. "No going back, Keifer."
He kissed her, slow and deep, his lips lingering against hers like he was memorizing the shape of them.
When he pulled back, his voice was rough, certain. "Never."
The silence that followed was heavy, lingering, the kind that settled into bones.
They both knew it was true.
There was no turning back from this.
No turning back from them.