Hold

By the third day, Lyra had stopped pretending she could outwalk him.

Kai was everywhere. Not always close enough to touch — sometimes just at the end of a hallway, on the other side of the quad, leaning against a railing with that same unbothered expression that said he already knew she’d look. Every time she did, heat crawled up her neck and the memory of the practice room and the empty classroom slammed back into her body like a bruise she couldn’t stop pressing.

She tried leaving campus the back way after her last class.

His car was parked along the side street.

Kai pushed off the driver’s door when he saw her. “Get in.”

Lyra stopped on the sidewalk. “No.”

“You’ve said that a lot.” He opened the passenger door. “Still ends the same way.”

“I’m not getting in your car.”

Kai’s eyes moved over her face, then down and back up. “You can get in, or I can walk you back through campus with my hand on you where everyone can see. Pick one.”

The worst part was that she believed him.

Lyra got in.

The door shut. Kai walked around, dropped into the driver’s seat, and pulled away from the curb without another word. He didn’t drive toward her place. He took a quieter route, away from the main campus roads, until the buildings thinned and he turned into the short driveway of a small, dark house.

“Whose place is this?” she asked.

“Friend’s. Out of town.” Kai shut the engine off. “Get out.”

Inside, the house was dim and sparsely furnished. He locked the door behind them, tossed his keys onto a side table, and turned to face her like the conversation they’d been having all day was finally allowed to finish.

“You’re making this a habit,” Lyra said.

“Yeah.” Kai stepped closer. “I am.”

“You can’t just keep pulling me out of my life whenever you feel like it.”

“Watch me.”

He kissed her before she could get another sentence out. It was rougher than the last time, more impatient, one hand already under her top while the other gripped her waist and walked her backward. Lyra’s back hit the arm of the couch. Kai pulled her top over her head, unclasped her bra, and dropped both without looking away from her face.

“Kai—”

“You’ve been walking around all day like you weren’t full of me yesterday,” he muttered against her mouth. “Drove me crazy.”

He got her jeans open and shoved them down with her underwear. Lyra stepped out of them because standing there half-tangled felt worse. Kai’s hands moved over her bare skin with open hunger, palms dragging down her sides, over her ass, then between her thighs where he found her already wet.

He made a low sound. “Knew it.”

Lyra’s breath caught as two of his fingers pushed inside her. He worked them in and out slowly at first, then deeper, curling until her knees weakened. Soft sounds started slipping out of her before she could stop them.

“Fuck—Kai—”

“There she is.” He kept fingering her, thumb brushing her clit in tight circles. “All that attitude on campus, and this is what you’re like once I’ve got you alone.”

He pulled his fingers out before she could come and stepped back just long enough to strip. When he sat down on the couch, fully bare and hard, he looked up at her with dark expectation.

“Come here.”

Lyra hesitated.

Kai’s voice dropped. “Don’t make me say it again.”

She moved toward him. He caught her hips and guided her onto his lap so she was straddling him, knees on either side of his thighs. The position left her open and close, her bare chest nearly level with his face. Kai rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, coating himself, then looked up at her.

“Sit on it.”

Lyra sank down slowly.

The stretch forced a broken sound from her throat as she took him inch by inch until he was buried fully inside her. Kai’s hands tightened on her hips, a rough breath leaving him.

“Shit. Just like that.”

For a second she only sat there, adjusting to the depth, her hands braced on his shoulders. Then Kai’s grip flexed.

“Move.”

She started to ride him.

It was awkward at first, then less so as she found a rhythm — lifting and sinking, taking him deep each time she dropped back down. Kai watched her face the whole time, eyes heavy, jaw tight. One of his hands stayed locked on her hip while the other slid up her spine and into her hair.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Bounce on it. Take what you need.”

Lyra’s breath broke as she moved faster. The angle made every downward movement drag against the sensitive place inside her. Soft, helpless sounds spilled out of her each time she sank onto him. Kai’s hands guided her harder, helping her drop heavier into his lap until the wet sound of her taking him filled the quiet house.

“Fuck—Kai—”

“Yeah. Just like that.” His voice was rough. “Look at you. Riding my cock like you were made for it.”

She tried to glare at him and failed when he thrust up to meet her next downward movement. The added force dragged a louder moan from her throat. Kai’s mouth closed over her breast, sucking hard while she continued to bounce on him, his hands gripping her ass and spreading her open so he could get even deeper.

“Harder,” she gasped.

Kai’s fingers dug into her skin. “Then take it harder.”

She did. She braced more of her weight on his shoulders and rode him with short, desperate movements, dropping onto his cock again and again until her thighs burned and the pressure low in her stomach became almost unbearable. Kai kept thrusting up into her, matching her rhythm, mouth moving between her breasts, teeth scraping just enough to make her shiver.

“I’m close—” she managed.

“Not yet.”

He held her hips still for a second, buried deep inside her, and rubbed firm circles over her clit with his thumb. Lyra made a frustrated, needy sound and tried to move. His grip only tightened.

“Kai—please—”

“Please what?”

“Let me come.”

His eyes locked on hers. “Come.”

The orgasm hit her hard. She cried out as her body clenched around him, pulsing in strong waves while she shook in his lap. Kai didn’t give her time to recover. He started thrusting up into her through it, hands locked on her hips, using her body through the climax until a second, sharper peak tore through her and left her trembling against his chest.

Only then did his control slip.

He pulled her down hard onto his cock and came with a low, guttural sound, burying himself as deep as he could while he emptied inside her. Lyra felt every throb of it, still twitching around him, her forehead dropped against his shoulder.

For a long time afterward, neither of them moved.

Kai’s hands stroked slowly over her bare back, almost absent-minded, while their breathing evened out. He was still inside her. The house around them stayed quiet.

Lyra eventually spoke, voice rough. “This still doesn’t mean you own me.”

Kai’s mouth brushed her temple.

“Keep saying that,” he murmured. “I’ll keep proving you wrong.”

He didn’t pull out right away.

And Lyra, still seated in his lap with the heat of him buried inside her, didn’t try to get up either.