The bass from the club floor still pulsed faintly through the walls as Kairo led Sara down a narrow hallway, his hand firm at her waist. The red-blue glow of the private room swallowed them, neon lights flickering over leather couches and a pole in the center.
Sara clutched the purse she had carried, her expression calm, but her heart thumped too loudly for calmness.
Kairo smirked, pulling her against him just enough to make her breath catch."You're my date tonight, darling," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
She frowned, glaring up at him. "Why did you bring me here?"
His green eyes glimmered, wicked. "For some pleasure."
"Don't think of doing something stupid," she snapped, though her pulse betrayed her.
Kairo chuckled, low and rough. "Relax, soda glass. I won't touch you." He leaned down, voice dropping filthily soft. "Not yet. You'll just watch. And I'll… act."
He took her to a private room and pushed her down onto the couch, his fingers lingering on her thigh before he let go. Sara stiffened but didn't move, eyes narrowing as he walked to the opposite couch, shedding his shirt as if he were on stage. Every muscle glistened under the red-blue light, tattoos snaking across his skin.
Her throat went dry.
"Watch me," he ordered, settling back with that arrogant sprawl, legs spread wide. His cocky grin dared her to look away.
He picked up the phone, eyes locked on hers. "Send them in."
The door opened. Two women slipped inside, dressed in nothing but panties and glittering star stickers over their nipples. One carried some oil, the other a bottle of wine with some chocolates. Their curves gleamed in the neon glow. Damn, they are really sexy, Sara thought.
Sara adjusted her glasses, forcing her face blank. But her stomach tightened.
The women went straight to Kairo, one climbing onto his lap, the other sliding beside him. Their hands roamed his chest, his abs, teasing at the waistband of his pants. Still, his gaze never left Sara.
Then, one girl tugged his pants off, stripping him bare.
Sara's heart slammed. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, proudly unapologetic. He spread his legs further, flaunting himself like he wanted to burn her eyes.
"Fuck…" Kairo groaned as one girl's lips claimed his, while the other knelt between his thighs and swallowed him down.
Sara's stomach twisted violently. Heat surged low in her belly. She crossed her legs tightly, nails digging into her palm, but her gaze refused to leave him.
He moaned louder, his head falling back against the couch, hand gripping the kneeling girl's hair, guiding her deeper. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Another girl fed him chocolate, then poured wine against his lips, her tongue tracing after the droplets.
But his eyes, those sharp green eyes, kept finding her. Watching her reaction. Smirking through the pleasure.
"You like this, soda glass?" he groaned, his voice thick, dirty. "Watching me get sucked dry, cock stuffed down her throat, while you sit there all wet under those nerdy panties?"
Sara's thighs pressed together so tightly it hurt. She adjusted her glasses again, blank face just to hide the fire inside.
He grinned wider. "Bet your pussy's clenching just from the sound of me fucking her mouth. Isn't it?"
Her glare stayed sharp, though her lips trembled.
The girl moaned around his length, gagging slightly as he pushed deeper. He hissed, biting his lip, chest heaving. "That's it, take it all—" His gaze snapped back to Sara, breathing heavy. "—wish it were you choking on me, darling."
Something inside her snapped.
She stood, every movement deliberate, walking toward him. Each step clicked against the floor. His smirk faltered just slightly, intrigued.
Sara stopped before the two girls, her eyes cold. "Leave him. Join me instead."
They blinked, confused, but obeyed, slipping away toward the pole.
Kairo sat back, still hard, still gleaming with sweat, his cock throbbing in the open as he watched her. "What are you—"
Sara silenced him with a smirk. She pushed one of the women against the pole and began to trace her hands over her body, while ghosting her with her lips. Her fingers slid down curves, cupped a breast, and pinched the nipple through the glittering sticker. The girl moaned, arching into her touch.
Kairo jerked, cursed under his breath. His cock twitched hard, desperate.
Sara's hand slid lower, over the woman's waist, teasing her thighs. She bent her head, lips brushing against the girl's neck, drawing another soft moan. All while her gaze locked on Kairo, daring him.
He gritted his teeth, fisting his own thigh. "Fuck… you little tease…"
Finally, Sara shoved both women away gently. "Leave us."
They obeyed instantly, slipping out of the room.
Now it was just the two of them.
Sara turned back to him, her smirk cutting. "Satisfied?"
Kairo's chest heaved, his cock straining red and furious between his thighs. He growled low, standing, moving toward her with predatory steps. she sat beside him. His hand caught her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"You think you can play me, huh? You think you can make me hard and then just walk away?" His voice was a filthy whisper, hot against her lips. "One word, soda glass, and I'll bend you over that couch and fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk out of here."
"One word… you're right," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear, "but you'll never get it that easy."
He cursed, teeth clenched, so close their breaths tangled. For a second, she thought he'd break his own promise.
Instead, he leaned in and stole a hard, wet kiss against her neck.
She froze, glaring instantly, but his grin was maddening.
Her eyes gleamed. "Okay then… let me give you some pleasure," she whispered.
Kairo blinked, caught off guard, but didn't resist when she pushed him backward. His body sank into the couch with an easy motion. He smirked up at her, chest rising and falling fast, heat curling through his veins.
"Bold tonight, aren't we?" he teased, reaching out. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid her glasses off her face. "Better. Now I can see all of you."
her face close enough for him to drown in those sharp eyes. Her voice dropped into a sultry whisper. "This is for you, darling."
Her hand reached down, curling gently around his cock.
Kairo's body jerked, sucked in a harsh breath, his entire body tensing. The first stroke was feather-light, deliberate, and almost cruel in how slow it was. His head fell back against the couch. A moan rumbled from his throat before he could stop it.
"Fuck…" he hissed, knuckles whitening against the leather.
Sara's lips curved as her hand glided up and down, lazy, teasing, like she had all the time in the world. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Have you ever felt like this? Just being touched… with love?"
His eyes squeezed shut. For once, the cocky mask cracked. "N-no," he admitted honestly, his voice broken, desperate.
Her strokes grew firmer, her grip tightening around his thick length, dragging him higher with every glide. His moans grew louder, shaking with the sensation that was too much and not enough.
She kissed the line of his jaw, her lips brushing his skin with softness that contradicted the filth of her touch. "How does it feel, darling?"
Kairo's breath came shaky, needy. "So fucking good. Please, don't stop."
And just when he was unraveling, when his thighs trembled from her touch, Sara's hand slipped away.
Kairo snapped his eyes open, staring at her with raw irritation, his cock throbbing angrily against his stomach. "Why the fuck did you stop?" His voice was rough, cracked with lust.
Sara leaned back, smirking like the devil herself. "Earn it, fuckboy."
His jaw clenched, green eyes blazing. "Continue, soda glass."
She tilted her head, teasing. "Nope."
With a growl, Kairo held her wrist, dragging her hand back onto his cock. His chest heaved, his voice low and filthy. "Don't play with me. Stroke me. Now."
Her lips parted, she laughed, but she didn't resist. Instead, she let her fingers curl around him again, stroking slowly at first, then faster, twisting her wrist just enough to make him choke out a moan.
"Beg for it," she whispered, her eyes burning into his.
His teeth ground together, but as her pace quickened, the fight drained out of him. His head fell back once again, his voice spilling raw, unfiltered.
"Please," he groaned, hips jerking into her hand. "Please don't stop. I like it, fuck, I like it, soda glass. Your hands… fuck, they're too good…"
Sara smirked, watching his chest rise and fall, watching his body betray him. Her strokes grew slicker, rougher, milking moans from him that he never gave anyone else.
Kairo's one hand clawed at her thigh and another at the couch, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure shook through him. "Shit, shit, your hand feels this good? Then how good will your pussy feel when I finally take you?" His voice broke into a groan.
Sara leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "For that, you need to trade your heart, fuckboy. and trust me, you won't regret it."
That was it, the last push he needed. His whole body jerked, hips snapping up as his cock spilled hot and hard into her hand. His groan filled the room, raw, guttural, desperate.
Sara didn't flinch, didn't look away. She just watched him ride it out, watched him collapse back against the couch, chest heaving, lips parted.
For once, the cocky, smirking player looked undone. Human. Beautiful.
Sara's eyes softened as she wiped her hand and leaned closer. She held his face gently. Her gaze wasn't mocking now; it was tender, warm.
Kairo blinked, meeting her stare. Something shifted inside him. He had never felt this way, never seen this look in anyone's eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, his voice still rough, but quieter now.
She smiled softly, brushing his damp hair back. "Because you look different."
He raised a brow, half-smiling. "Different?"
She nodded, her voice steady. "So beautiful. So lovable. So… adorable."
He froze, trying to process it. No one had ever called him that. They always told him he was hot, sexy, and good in bed. Masculine. Hard. But never… lovable. Adorable or beautiful.
Something in his chest twisted painfully sweet.
He chuckled, shaking his head, leaning closer until his lips almost touched hers. "Then love me. Fully. Claim me."
Sara's gaze didn't waver. Her hand touched his chest, right over his heart. "Give me your heart," she whispered, "and I'll show you how it feels… to be loved."
For a long moment, he just looked at her, his green eyes searching, raw, almost vulnerable.
And for the first time in his life, Kairo felt something bloom in his chest that had nothing to do with lust.
Something new. Something dangerous. Something only Sara could stir.