KEIFER POV
The war was over. And I had won.
Her hand was still on my chest, a brand of heat on my cool, wet skin.
Her resolve was shattered.
The rule was broken.
I laughed, a feral, triumphant sound, and pulled her flush against me.
"You're mine now, babe. You lost your own game."
Her gasp was swallowed by my mouth as I crashed my lips against hers.
There was no gentleness, no teasing. This was a claiming. A victory. I hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I walked us backward, pinning her against the cool, rough surface of the house. Her fingers, which had started this war, were now clawing at my back, digging into my shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer.
"Keifer," she breathed against my lips, the sound a mix of surrender and demand. "You're such an asshole."
I laughed, a low, triumphant sound. "I'm your asshole, babe. And you just lost. Hard."
I pulled back just enough to look at her, to see the fire in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips were already swollen from my kiss. Her tiny black bikini was a joke, a flimsy barrier I was done with. My fingers hooked the strap over her hip, the wet fabric snapping against her skin.
"Two days," I growled, my voice husky, my gaze dropping to her mouth. "Two days of this. Of you parading around like a siren and me not being able to do a damn thing. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"
She shivered, her eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored my own. "I think you're about to show me."
"Oh, I'm not just going to show you," I promised, my other hand sliding up her ribs, my thumb brushing the underside of her breast. "I'm going to make you regret every second of those two days. I'm going to make you beg for the torture to stop, and then beg for it to never end."
I leaned in, my lips tracing a path from her jaw down to the sensitive skin of her neck. I bit down gently, just enough to make her gasp, to make her arch against me. Her head fell back, giving me all the access I wanted. The scent of her perfume mixed with the chlorine, a dizzying, intoxicating combination.
"You wanted to play a game, Jay-Jay," I murmured against her skin, my hands roaming, memorizing every curve. "You wanted to see how long I could last. Well, I lasted. And now..." I lifted my head, my eyes locking onto hers. "Now it's your turn to see how long you can last."
I spun us around, carrying her toward the back door, my intentions clear. The pool was forgotten. The night air forgotten. There was only this. The prize. The spoils of war. I kicked the door open, not even breaking our kiss as I stumbled through, heading for the stairs.
"Bedroom," I commanded, my voice a raw, dominant growl. "Now."
I kicked the door shut behind us, the sound echoing my triumph. Her body was a perfect, hot weight against mine, her legs still locked around my waist. I carried her through the house, my feet leaving damp prints on the floor, a trail leading straight to our downfall.
"Six hours," I corrected, my voice a low growl against her ear as I took the stairs two at a time. "It's been six goddamn hours, not two days. And it felt like a fucking eternity."
I didn't bother with the lights of our bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced, her dark hair a wild halo against the pale sheets. She looked up at me, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with a challenge that was rapidly dissolving into pure, unadulterated need.
"Then stop wasting time," she shot back, but her voice was breathless, thin. It was the last act of defiance she had in her.
I was on her in a second, my knees pressing her thighs apart, my body caging hers. I didn't kiss her. Not yet. I wanted her to feel the weight of my victory, the heat of my desire. I wanted her to understand that she had woken a beast and now she was going to be devoured.
My hands were rough as they slid up her sides, my thumbs hooking under the pathetic strings of her bikini top. With one sharp tug, I pulled. The flimsy fabric gave way, the sound of snapping string impossibly loud in the quiet room. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples already hard, begging for my attention.
"Look at you," I murmured, my gaze raking over her. "All this trouble just for this." I lowered my head, but instead of taking one into my mouth, I blew a stream of cool air across the peak. She whimpered, her back arching off the bed.
"Keifer... please," she whispered. The begging had already started. It was beautiful.
"Please what?" I taunted, my lips hovering just above her skin. "Please touch you? Please make you scream? Please end this sweet, sweet torture you started?" I finally took pity, closing my mouth over one tight bud, sucking hard. I wasn't gentle. I used my teeth, my tongue, my lips, lavishing it with the same desperate hunger I'd been fighting for hours.
Her hands flew to my hair, her fingers tangling in the wet strands, pulling me closer. "Yes... god, yes..."
I moved to the other breast, giving it the same brutal, loving attention while my hand snaked down her stomach. I found the strings of her bikini bottoms and pulled. They were soaked, not just from the pool, but from her. I slid them down her legs and tossed them aside, leaving her completely bare, completely at my mercy.
I spread her thighs with my knee, my fingers trailing through her slick folds. She was dripping. So fucking ready for me.
"Keifer, I need you," she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand. "Now. Please, now."
I chuckled, a dark, filthy sound. "Oh, I know you do. But you're going to have to do better than that." I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right. Her body jolted, a cry tearing from her throat. "You wanted to play games. You wanted to see me lose control. Well, you lost. And now you're going to pay for every second of it."
I pumped my fingers into her, hard and fast, my thumb circling her clit with relentless pressure. I watched her face, watched the pleasure wash over her, watched her fight it and then give in completely. Her body tightened, her muscles clamping down on my fingers as she teetered on the edge.
"Come for me," I commanded, my voice rough. "Come for me, and then I'll really fuck you."
That was all it took. Her back bowed off the bed, a silent scream on her lips as her orgasm crashed through her. I didn't stop, drawing it out, milking every last tremor from her body until she was a boneless, panting mess beneath me.
I finally ripped my own boxers down, my cock springing free, thick and heavy and aching for her. I lined myself up, the head nudging against her still-clenching entrance.
"Look at me, Jay-Jay," I ordered. Her heavy-lidded eyes found mine. "This is what you wanted. This is what you get."
And then I drove into her in one, brutal thrust. I buried myself to the hilt, and the feeling of her, hot and tight and wet, was heaven. It was everything. I set a punishing rhythm, my hips slamming into hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. There was no finesse, no romance. This was raw, primal fucking. This was claiming. This was winning.
"Keifer! Oh god, Keifer!" she chanted, her nails raking down my back, leaving stinging trails in their wake. "Harder. Don't stop. Please, don't ever stop."
I wrapped an arm around her waist, flipping us over so she was on top, straddling me. "Ride me," I growled, my hands gripping her ass, guiding her movements. "Take what you want. Show me how much you missed me."
She did. She braced her hands on my chest and moved, her body a perfect, fluid motion. She rode me hard, her breasts bouncing, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I watched her, mesmerized, as she used my body to chase her own pleasure. I met her thrust for thrust, my hips rising off the bed to meet hers, driving myself deeper and deeper inside her.
"Again," I demanded, my voice ragged. "Come for me again."
She did, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vise. The sight of her, the feel of her coming undone on my cock, was my undoing. With a guttural roar, I flipped us back over, pinning her beneath me one last time. I slammed into her, chasing my own release, and when it hit, it was explosive. I poured myself into her, my body shuddering, my vision going white.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us gasping for air, our bodies slick with sweat and the lingering scent of chlorine. For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing.
Finally, I rolled off her, pulling her into my side. She was trembling, her face buried in my chest.
"Game over," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead.
She let out a weak, watery laugh. "You're an asshole."
"I'm your asshole," I corrected, holding her tight. "And you're never, ever allowed to make that rule again."
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Tell me—how many of you watch Section E? 👀🎀
I just saw the first episode and… OMG 💅🌸💖
No words.💕🌹✨.
💖 My Jayfer heart is still glowing from the New Year scene… but I can't help wishing they added Keifer's line: 🌹
"Skip the lip gloss—because every time you wear it, I just want to kiss you more." 💋✨