Sara opened her eyes to the harsh fluorescent lights above her. For a moment, she was disoriented, her heart thudding, her skin hot. Then her vision cleared, and the first thing she saw was those eyes.
Green. Sharp. Dangerous.
Kairo was crouched beside her, confusion flickering across his face. His brows knit, his lips parted as though he was about to ask something he wasn't used to asking.
"You okay?"
The softness of the words caught her off guard. Sara blinked at him, her chest rising and falling too quickly. The moment she realized she was staring, she panicked. She scrambled upright, her bag clutched tightly to her chest like a shield.
His hand moved slightly, as though to steady her, but she was already on her feet.
Without a word, she turned and ran out the door.
Kairo straightened, watching the flutter of her hair until she disappeared from sight. For a beat, the corner of his lips twitched, half-amused, half-irritated.
"Crazy girl," he muttered, shaking his head. Scoffing, he slung his bag over his shoulder and strode out.
Evening bled into the campus with golden light spilling over the courts. The basketball game was already underway, and the crowd's energy was electric.
"Kairo! Kairo! Kairo!"
His name echoed from the stands like a chant. Girls leaned forward, cheering his every move, their eyes shining as if he were the only one on the court worth watching.
And truthfully, he was.
Kairo's body moved with lazy precision, muscles coiling and releasing, sweat glistening under the fading sun. He didn't just play basketball; he performed. Every spin, every shot was calculated to look effortless, like the game bent to his will.
When he landed the final basket, the crowd roared. He smirked, tossing his damp hair back as his teammates clapped his shoulder. But his eyes? They never lingered on the court. They skimmed the bleachers, watching the adoring faces, lips curling as though already deciding which one he might entertain tonight.
After the match, he locker room was buzzing with muffled voices and laughter from the court, but Kairo had shut himself off from all of it. His jersey was already peeled halfway down his body, sweat running in rivulets across his chest, his hair damp from the game. He was about to step into the showers when he heard the unmistakable click of heels echoing across the tiled floor.
Click. Clack. Click.
He turned, brows lifting, a smirk already tugging at his lips. One of his classmates leaned against the wall, lips painted, eyes sharp. She smirked back and, with no hesitation, tugged her top over her head, baring smooth skin and a lacy bra.
Kairo's gaze dragged over her, deliberate, shameless, from her lips to her chest, down the curve of her hips. He licked his bottom lip, chuckling low. "Well. You stalking me, sweetheart?"
"Maybe," she said, unclasping her bra and letting it fall. Her voice was breathy, teasing. "Or maybe I just wanted a taste of the guy every girl won't shut up about."
Kairo stepped closer, eyes darkening. His smirk widened into something dangerous. "You came to the right place then." He tilted his head, gaze flicking to the showers. "Wanna join?"
Her answer was to unzip her skirt and let it pool at her ankles.
Kairo laughed, low and pleased, and grabbed her wrist, tugging her into the shower stall with him. The second the water poured down over them, he slammed her against the slick wall, his mouth crashing onto hers in a messy, hungry kiss. She gasped into his mouth, hands clutching his wet shoulders as he pressed his hard body against her, all sweat and heat mixing with the spray of water.
"You taste better than I thought," he murmured against her lips, grinding his hips forward so she felt the thick press of his arousal against her skin.
She moaned, arching into him. "You don't even know my name."
He smirked, dragging his lips down to her throat, biting hard enough to make her gasp. His hand cupped her breast, squeezing rough, thumb flicking her n*pple until it was taut beneath his fingers. "Why the fuck would I need your name," he muttered hotly, "when I already have you naked, begging for me?"
Her nails scratched down his chest, making him hiss. "Cocky bastard."
"And you like it," he shot back, sliding his hand lower, over her stomach, between her thighs. His fingers teased her slick folds, circling slowly, deliberately lazy. Her breath hitched, legs trembling as he kept her pinned with his weight.
"Say it," he demanded, nipping her ear. "Say you want me."
She was panting, already falling apart under his teasing fingers. "Yes," she gasped, "I want it. I want you. Can you satisfy me?"
That satisfied smirk curved his lips again. Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside her, pumping rough, fast, making her moan against the tiles. The sound echoed off the walls, mixing with the hiss of water.
"Damn," he growled, watching her face contort with pleasure. "So fucking tight. You're dripping for me already. You think I can't wreck you under a shower?"
Her head fell back, water streaming down her face, lips parted in breathless cries. "Prove it, Kairo."
That was all he needed. With a groan, he spun her around, pressing her front-first against the wet wall. Her hands slapped against the tiles as he kicked her legs apart, positioning himself behind her.
"You asked for it, darling," he muttered darkly, lining himself up and thrusting deep into her with one hard stroke. Both of them moaned, the sound raw, guttural, echoing in the empty room.
"Fuck," she gasped, nails scraping at the tiles. "So hard—"
Kairo gritted his teeth, hips snapping into her again and again, the water cascading over their tangled bodies. "Don't challenge me," he groaned, pounding harder, "or I'll make your legs go numb, so you'll have to stay here all night before you can even walk."
Her moans grew louder, broken, bouncing off the walls with each thrust. She pushed back against him, desperate, her b**bs rubbing against the slippery tiles, her body arching for more.
"God, you feel so good," she cried. "They were right—you're… ahh—actually fucking amazing!"
Kairo grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises, driving into her deeper, faster, water splashing around them. His smirk curved against her shoulder. "Damn right I am. And now you're mine to use till I'm done."
Her legs shook, body trembling, walls clenching around him as she cried out, the orgasm ripping through her under the relentless rhythm. Her screams only spurred him on, his own release chasing hers fast.
"Shit," he groaned, slamming harder, burying himself deep as his climax hit, breath ragged, water and sweat dripping down his body as he collapsed against her back.
For a moment, only the sound of running water and their uneven breathing filled the room.
She finally laughed breathlessly, still pinned against the wall. "You can… call me anytime. I'll be here."
Kairo chuckled, pulling back just enough to smack her ass, hard. "Good to know. but I like Fresh holes every time."
She smirked over her shoulder, still gasping. "And when you run out of fresh holes, remember me."
He grinned wickedly, pressing one last kiss to her wet shoulder. "We'll see, darling. We'll see."
and Thud
The girl gasped, "I think somebody is there."