Kael's words, even if not intended that way, seemed to pour confidence and ecstasy straight into Mia.
His tone held not even an ounce of rejection, and her breath grew hotter as she shook her head and said, in that sensual, determined voice—
"I don't care about that~."
She leaned further into him, pushing her face closer, until their breaths tangled.
Mia's gaze dropped to his lips, desire plain on her face, as she added softly,
"I really want this~."
Back in university, he'd been the unreachable prize.
The cold genius everyone whispered about.
He gave her no chance. Not even a glance.
And so, she'd had to let a few others have their way with her, just to keep her grades up.
Now, grades didn't matter.
Nothing did.
One night with the star of their class… the man she'd fantasized about while riding someone else's cock? She'd brag about it for the rest of her life.
Even if this was only a one-time encounter, she intended to wring every filthy second out of it.
Her cheeks burned a deeper crimson.
Her breathing turned ragged, shallow.
Between her thighs, her legs rubbed together unconsciously, and damp heat had already soaked through her panties, the fabric clinging in a way that made her ache.
Just picturing him finally stripped of that icy control, his mind blanked out by raw lust, made her clit throb in time with her pulse.
She moved closer again, lips parting, ready to seal the deal.
But Kael, who naturally noticed all of it, smiled.
Because he had other plans.
They can't possibly be stupid enough not to read the situation, right?
With that final thought aimed at the mastermind, Kael slid his arm out from between Mia's breasts.
The sudden loss of contact made her inhale sharply, like someone had pulled the air out of her.
He looked up at her, calm.
And then he said—
"Stand up."
The command was quiet.
Magnetic.
Mia pulled back on instinct, legs shaky as she rose.
For half a second, panic flashed across her face — He's going to leave. He's done.
But Kael didn't move.
He just watched her, that faint, arched smile still sitting on his mouth like he'd already decided what she was.
"Strip."
The word came out in a lazy tone, uncharacteristic of him… yet it landed heavy.
Mia blinked, her mind lagging like the laptop had.
Then she realized he wasn't joking.
He was waiting.
Her hands moved before her thoughts caught up.
Fingers found the hem of the robe, and she let it slide off her shoulders, the silk whispering down her skin before it pooled at her feet with a soft thud.
Despite how bold she'd always been, something about Kael's gaze made her feel exposed in a way she wasn't used to.
Not judged.
Measured.
Under his steady scrutiny, the same girl who'd once fucked for favors felt an unexpected shyness crawl up her spine.
And it only made her turned on more.
She didn't slow down.
In no time, she stood there in nothing but matching bra and panties, her skin glowing under the room's warm light.
Mia lifted her eyes to his.
To Kael, who looked like a man who could appreciate something other than numbers and code.
Like someone staring at something rare.
Heat surged through her again, confidence roaring back.
She reached behind her back for the clasp of her bra, but hesitated mid-motion, her expression asking without words—
More? Or is this enough?
Kael's eyes didn't leave her.
Then he said softly, almost indulgent—
"That's enough."
A beat.
"Come here."
Mia crossed the space in two steps.
When she stopped in front of him, close enough to feel the warmth coming off his chest, Kael smiled.
Slow.
Predatory.
"Kneel."
The quiet authority in his voice sent a fresh pulse straight to her core.
Her knees folded, and she settled between his spread thighs, heart hammering, cunt clenching on nothing.
She didn't wait for more orders.
Head dipping, she nuzzled his crotch, breathing him in through the fabric. No hands. Just mouth.
Her teeth caught the zipper pull.
She tugged it down inch by slow inch.
The metallic rasp sounded impossibly loud in the quiet room.
When the fly parted, she worked the waistband lower with lips and tongue until his cock sprang free — half-hard, thick, already lengthening under her gaze.
Mia froze.
She had plenty of experience.
That was exactly why the shock hit harder.
So this kind of size wasn't exclusive to porn.
The thought made her blink, like reality itself had shifted.
So he's not only gifted in mind… but in that too.
"It's amazing," she breathed, dreamy and reverent.
She leaned in, nose brushing the warm shaft, taking him in like she couldn't help herself.
Then she kissed the tip — soft.
Worshipful.
Her tongue followed.
Flat and slow from the slit to the base.
Up the top side once.
Down the sensitive underside next.
Again.
And again.
Until his entire length gleamed with her saliva, veins rising, his cock thickening fully under the heat of her mouth.
At least for tonight… it's mine.
She thought it triumphantly, almost proud.
Kael didn't know her thoughts.
He didn't need to.
His eyes stayed on the laptop screen.
His fingers moved calmly over the keys, still working through the problem, while she knelt between his thighs and worshipped him like a religion.
It should have felt absurd.
Instead it felt obscenely good.
Dual satisfaction — mind engaged, body lit up.
He hadn't expected that.
And when she finally took him properly; lips stretching, cheeks hollowing-
Kael's hands paused.
Her mouth was hot.
Wet.
Eager.
She sucked like she wanted to pull his soul out through his cock.
So he freed one hand and slid it into her hair.
Unlike her gentle, worshipful pace, Kael pushed forward.
Slow at first.
Feeding her more until the head nudged her throat.
Mia gagged instantly.
Her eyes watered, throat spasming around the intrusion, cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
But she didn't pull away.
Kael held her there for a long moment, feeling the tight, helpless fluttering — her throat working around him like it couldn't decide whether to resist or obey.
Then he eased back just enough to let her breathe.
She dragged in a wet, gasping breath, lips swollen, saliva shining at the corners.
"Should I leave you to do it on your own?" he asked, voice low, exhale heavy with pleasure.
He sounded considerate.
But Mia coughed once, strings of saliva clinging from her mouth to his slick shaft, and shook her head hard.
She shoved the laptop fully out of reach.
Then she grabbed both his hands and placed them firmly on either side of her head — like she was locking him in.
"D-do…" Her voice cracked, thick with need. "…do it how you want."
Her eyes lifted to his.
Wild.
Wanting.
"…As rough as you want~."