WARNING: 18+ CHAPTER - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
(The scene continues in the hotel room. The air is thick with desire. JAY is on the bed, her navy silk dress discarded. KEIFFER stands above her, his tuxedo shirt open.)
JAY'S POV
"I'm not letting you go tonight. Not until I've made you come for me three times. Each one… different." He says, in a low, possessive rumble
He kneels on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He kisses her again, deep and consuming, as his hands slide down her body.
He gently guides her legs over his shoulders, opening her completely to him. He lowers his head. His tongue finds her core, a slow, deliberate stroke that makes her arch off the bed with a sharp gasp.
He doesn't relent. As his tongue works in firm, flat passes, his hand comes up. Two fingers slide into her, curling inward in a slow, "come here" motion, finding a rhythm that matches the circles his tongue is making. His thumb settles on her clit, applying a perfect, consistent pressure, circling in time with his thrusting fingers. The combined sensations are overwhelming—the wet heat of his mouth, the deep, filling stretch of his fingers, the focused friction on her most sensitive point.
My breath comes in ragged pants, my fingers twisting in the sheets. The pleasure coils tight, a spring wound to its limit, before it shatters. I cry out, my body bowing as the first wave crashes through me. Keifer drinks it in, gentling his movements until the last tremor passes.
"One" He says, eyes dark, lips glistening.
He doesn't give me time to recover. He shifts, flipping me onto my stomach with a firm but careful hand. He pulls my hips back, lifting me onto my knees.
He enters me in one smooth, deep thrust, filling me completely. A moan is torn from my throat. He starts slow, each withdrawal almost complete before he sinks back in, a deep, grinding pace that makes me feel every inch.
His hands are on my hips, his grip firm, anchoring me. Then his pace changes. The slow, deep thrusts become sharper, faster. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. One hand slides around my hip, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing tight, quick circles in perfect counter-rhythm to his punishing thrusts. The dual assault is merciless—the deep, driving fullness and the frantic, focused friction.
The second climax builds faster, a wildfire catching in my veins, and when it breaks, it's a different kind of intense, a deep, rolling release that has me sobbing his name into the mattress. He slows, pressing deep, letting me ride it out.
"Two" He says breathless, his chest heaving against my back
He turns me onto my back again. His eyes are dark, intense, burning with promised devotion. He hovers over me, bracing his weight on his forearms.
"Last one, look at me Jay" He calls out, his dark eyes finding mine
He links his fingers with mine, pinning my hands above my head. He enters me again, this union feeling deeper, more profound. He starts with long, slow strokes, our eyes locked. With each thrust, he whispers it—beautiful, mine, forever.
The pace builds gradually, his thrusts harder. It's not just a frantic need now; it's a claiming, a vow. I feel the third peak approaching, not as a shock, but as an inevitable sunrise. It washes over me, warm and total, a release that feels less like an end and more like a beginning. He follows me over the edge with a groan, my name a prayer on his lips.
He collapses beside me, gathering me instantly against him, his arms a vise.
I buried my face into the crook of his neck, as his arm draped over me, lingering on my waist.
"Told you, im not letting you go" He whispers, a small smirk playing on his lips.