Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 185: making it hard to say no

Kael’s breath hitched, his resolve wavering, voice half-protesting. "Guys, seriously, It’s not a good idea, why don’t we do it after you return," he muttered, but his body betrayed him, leaning into Rhea’s touch, hazel eyes darkening, the air warming, Freya’s platinum cyan hair brushing his arm, Rhea’s crimson hair tickling his shoulder.

Freya unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock, hard despite his protests, fingers stroking slow, lips trailing his chest, tongue flicking his nipple, his groan low, table creaking, bodysuit’s sheen catching light, blue eyes glinting, breath hot.

"Fuck, you’re making it hard to say no," Kael rasped, his hands gripping the table, wood groaning, hips twitching.

Rhea’s lips found his, tongue tangling, bodysuit pulsing, hands gripping his hips, crimson hair spilling, amber eyes half-lidded.

"Just let go, Kael," she whispered, her voice a tease, her bodysuit-clad pussy now grinding his thigh, moans soft, nails digging his shoulders, table shaking, their heat shattering the quiet.

Freya dropped to her knees between his legs, eyes smoldering as her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.

She took him in deep with no hesitation—lips parting, tongue gliding, her throat flexing as she swallowed around him.

The wet suction echoed in the room, lewd and unrelenting.

Her eyes stayed fixed on his, electric blue and unwavering, while her head bobbed with slow, practiced rhythm.

His groans grew harsher, fingers digging into the table as it creaked under his tightening grip.

Each swirl of her tongue made his hips twitch.

The tip of his cock kissed her throat, and she took him deeper, lips sealing tight, suction drawing the breath from his lungs.

His thighs tensed.

The light filtering through the blinds flickered across her hair, her glistening lips, her flushed cheeks—beautiful, focused, devouring.

Rhea slid onto his thigh, grinding the soaked fabric of her bodysuit against his flexed muscle.

Her pussy pressed into him with arousing friction, moans slipping from her lips, soft and breathy.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping skin through his shirt, her crimson hair swaying around her flushed face.

Her amber eyes burned hot, half-lidded, watching Freya work as she moved her hips with teasing rhythm, slick heat rubbing his thigh in slow, needy circles.

The table groaned.

The air grew dense with heat and sweat.

Every breath felt humid, thick with lust.

Freya pulled back with a gasp, her mouth wet, lips swollen.

"Switch," she said, voice husky, eyes glazed.

She rose, unzipping her bodysuit in one slow peel that revealed smooth, glistening skin beneath.

Her breasts bounced free, nipples hard and flushed, her toned stomach taut as she turned and bent over the table.

Her ass was high, legs spread, her pussy already slick and shining, practically begging for him.

"Fuck her," Rhea breathed, still grinding herself on him, the heat of her voice right against his ear. "Fill her up. Then I’m next."

Kael didn’t need to be told twice, or even once.

He stepped behind Freya, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her with a growl.

Her cry was sharp, broken, her hands slamming to the table’s edge.

She clenched around him immediately, wet and tight and pulsing as he buried himself to the hilt.

Her moans spilled out with every pounding thrust, her ass slapping back against his hips, their rhythm fast and brutal.

Her hair wild, bouncing with each movement, sweat slicking her spine.

The room filled with the sounds of wet friction and creaking wood.

Kael slammed into her harder, making her cry out, her knuckles white against the tabletop.

He leaned forward, thrusting deeper, hitting her sweet spot again and again until her voice broke into helpless, gasping cries.

Rhea pressed closer, bodysuit unzipped to the waist, breasts bare against his back, her breath hot on his neck.

Her fingers scratched light trails down his spine, her other hand sliding over his abs, feeling the flex of each muscle as he drove into her.

"Don’t think about those twin brats again," she whispered, licking the sweat from his jaw. "We’re your reality now. You come in her, and then I’m taking every drop left."

Her voice dripped venomous lust, every word drawing him closer to the edge.

Freya’s cries rose in pitch, her pussy clenching tight around him, inner walls fluttering. "Kael—fuck, I’m cumming—!"

He groaned, slamming deep as she spasmed around him, her body shaking under the force of her orgasm.

Her pussy milked him, pulling him over the edge with her.

His groan was low, ragged, his hips jerking as he came hard, thick streams spilling into her, filling her to the brim.

She moaned again, head dropping, thighs trembling as his cum leaked down her inner legs, glistening between them.

But Rhea wasn’t done.

As Kael pulled out, still half-hard, she dropped to her knees in his place and wrapped her hand around his slick cock. Her grin was feral.

"Not empty yet, Kael."

She stroked him with firm, fast motions, his cock slick with Freya’s juices and his own release.

She leaned in, lips brushing the tip, tongue flicking.

Her amber eyes locked onto his as she jerked him hard, her other hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently.

He groaned again, his body jerking as she teased the second orgasm out of him.

Cum spilled hot over her hand and wrist, messy and fast.

She caught it with a pleased hum, licking a trail of it from her palm, slow and shameless.

"Insurance," she said, voice smug. "Ah, I mean a good luck shot."

The aftermath settled like a fog.

Freya stood, suit sealing back into place with a shimmer, cape reattaching as her breathing slowed.

Her body glowed with the flush of satisfaction, eyes softer now, gaze still locked on Kael.

She stepped in, pulling him into a kiss—slow, heated, deep.

Her tongue slid against his with reverence, her lips soft but hungry, platinum hair brushing his cheek like a promise.

Rhea took him next, dragging him into a rougher kiss—teeth and tongue, lust and laughter.

Her body pressed full against his, warm and real, crimson hair falling in a curtain around them.

Their scents mixed on his skin—sweat, sex, and something deeper.

Rhea pulled back, eyes gleaming.

"Warm-up’s done," she said, bodysuit sealing again with a faint glow. "Time to move."

Freya nodded, tying her hair back, eyes sharp again. "Let’s go hunt those Gales."

The door creaked open. Their steps echoed briefly—then silence. Toast sat untouched, coffee gone cold.

"Good luck out there" Kael slumped into the chair, spent, shirt wrinkled, jeans still undone, body aching in the best possible way.

The room still smelled like them—like skin, heat, and hunger.

Their kisses lingered on his lips and their wet trails burned, so early in the morning.

What the heck was that?

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