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Malia

I quickly let Keahi’s seat down to give us some more space before we go back to making out.

If I remember correctly, I still have a favor to return from earlier, but I’ll take my time to torture him the way he did too.

I remove my hands from Keahi’s hair and start undoing the buttons on my blouse.

Slowly.

Really slowly.

Keahi doesn’t look impatient or greedy as he watches.

Oh no, he looks like he’s having the time of his life just letting me run the show.

And I am thriving in his attention, feeling powerful.

I open the last of my buttons before slipping out of my blouse, revealing the blue lace bra I may or may not have had to steal since I still don’t have any money.

I do plan on returning to the store once I do, though, to pay every last penny back.

I let the guy below me take in the view before pushing him back into the car seat and leaning into him.

He pulls me closer, one hand on the back my neck and one on my lower back.

His right hand slowly moves over the curve of my ass before sliding to my inner thigh and nearing my core.

I pull his hand away before it can reach its destination and shake my head slightly.

I’m grinning down at him just long enough for him to register it before I start trailing kisses down his neck.

As soon as his shirt joined mine somewhere inside the car, I continue on my way down.

Once my lips reach the skin just below his belly button and above the waistband of his jeans, Keahi speaks up.

Well, breathes more than speaks.

"Malia." Just that.

I have no idea what on earth he tries to tell me, but from the way he’s breathing and obviously enjoying this, I’ll go with he wants me to continue.

So, I do.

I kneel in front of the seat and lazily open the zipper to his pants.

I’m not done playing yet.

Once it’s open, Keahi lifts his hips slightly, allowing me to pull his pants and boxers down.

My skin burns with the intensity of his gaze, but he hasn’t tried to tell me what to do or to hurry up once.

He’s letting me have my fun.

I drag my eyes away from his to see what I’ve just unpacked.

Oh, holy m-

Keahi chuckles, so I guess I’m showing my reaction freely.

He’s probably not surprised either, with a dick like his he must get this a lot.

I set my smirk back in place, pretending not to be intimidated but rather intrigued before I lower my mouth where I left my last kiss.

Keahi sucks in a breath, his stomach tightening in a flash, and that only edges me on.

I have him in the palm of my hand, metaphorically, not literally yet, and I’m enjoying this a lot.

After peppering the top of his thighs and abdomen with about a million kisses, I finally take him in my hand and stroke him up and down once.

I bring my lips down near the base of it, always getting closer but not taking him in my mouth yet, all the while looking into his eyes.

After a few more seconds of sweet torture, I decide he has waited long enough.

After all, his hands are balled to white-knuckled fists and I practically have him squirming underneath me, trying to get more while also fighting to let me set the pace.

I press my tongue to his tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum before licking a path down the vein on the underside of his shaft.

He twitches in my hand, and Keahi releases a soft groan, finally pulling my gaze back to his face.

He looks beautifully agonized as he meets my eyes, and I decide to move on, slowly sliding his length into my mouth.

I ease into it because there is no way I can suck in all of him on the first try, taking a few inches before moving my head back up and repeating that.

Honestly, I could be doing this all wrong, but I’m trying to mimic what I read in those few dirty books in the very back of Arcane’s library back in the day.

I stumbled upon them by chance one day and as scandalized as I was at fifteen years old, I couldn’t bring myself to put the smutty book down.

I hid by that shelf and finished it in one sitting, scared to be discovered. Now, I’m glad I read it.

My left hand tentatively palms his balls while my right one is stroking the part of his dick that is not in my mouth.

"Oh, fuck." Keahi breaks eye contact as he lays his head back against the seat, his body stiff.

He’s trying to let me do this my way, but it’s clearly taking a fair amount of effort to hold back from slamming his hips up into my mouth.

I decide I’ve had my revenge.

Now, it’s time to make sure he enjoys this as much as I did when he touched me earlier.

I take him as deep as I can, earning another groan from him as I choke around his tip.

Starting to move faster, I suck enough to feel my cheeks hollow.

With each move up and down, I let my tongue slide against his length, drawing those delicious pants from Keahi.

Now that my right hand is no longer needed where it used to be, I place it on his stomach, pushing him further into his seat.

Oh, how I love feeling his heavy breathing beneath my hand.

At the contact, Keahi’s eyes find mine again, and it’s boosting my confidence, to say the least.

His teeth are gritted, and his eyes lidded heavily.

Someone’s trying to make this moment last a little longer.

I keep my pace up, always taking his whole size so that he hits the back of my throat in a way that has tears blurring my view.

"I’m going to come down your tight little throat if you don’t stop now," he grits out.

I have no intention to pull away though.

I stick to my pace and can feel his dick pulsing in my mouth before he spills his seed down my throat.

I swallow every last drop of it before getting up from my position.

I place my knees on each side of Keahi’s lap again and sit on his stomach, careful not to squish him.

I give him some more time to come down from his orgasm and use that time to clean my mouth with my fingers.

There’s not much of a mess, but I do enjoy making a show out of it.

Keahi’s looking up at me with plain amazement, a lazy smile on his beautiful face.

"Not bad for a princess, eh?" He shakes his head and laughs, making me drop my cockiness to make space for a smile of my own.

“That was amazing.

You are amazing,” he tells me, and I preen at the compliment as it settles the small voice of doubt in my head.

"Where are we going next?"

"My house is safe again," his voice trails off.

"Unless you’d rather go back to the facility."

"Asking me to move in after the first date? I thought we were breaking the pattern and taking things slow."

"But imagine waking up to this face on a daily." He gestures to his own, and I swat his arm, faking a shudder.

"I don’t want you to stay in that cell because you have nowhere else to go.

There’ll always be a place for you in my home." As he says this, he almost seems shy.

"I really appreciate that.

I’m trying to get Flint to pay me for teaching his guards and eventually get my own place but that’ll probably take a while.

Tell you what, if we continue like this for two weeks, I’ll take you up on that offer."

"Deal," Keahi agrees with a smile so bright the stars must be jealous.

I can’t help but lean over to kiss him again.

This kiss is sweeter and gentler, and I love it even more for that.

"So back to the academy it is?" he asks once we’ve pulled apart.

"To the academy."

Keahi drives us back to the place where he picked me up earlier.

I was expecting him to maybe kiss me goodnight and leave, but I was wrong.

He turns off his car and gets out.

"What are you doing?" I ask when I’m outside as well.

"Being the gentleman you deserve me to be.

What else does it look like?" He offers me his arm, smiling.

A pleasant warmth wraps around me despite the biting cold of the night. I like that he wants to treat me right and that he thinks I deserve it even more. I link my arm through his, and we head to my cell.

Once we’re there, he drops down on my bed with a wince.

"This bed sucks almost as bad as the one we shared before the fight," he notes.

"Right, the one we shared for one night before you went to sleep with someone else.

That reminds me, who did you stay with?" I ask, my mood still bright.

I don’t think anything can pop the bubble I’m in right now, not even a shitty mattress.

After all, my parents are dead, the Dark Fraction is in pieces, and I’ve just had an amazing date with the guy I first fell for when I was fifteen.

"Eteri," he says, and I don’t think I would have minded that answer half as much if Keahi had said it any differently.

As it is, he winces on her name, looking chastised.

Now it’s awkward.

"Okay.

Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked.

We don’t owe each other explanations about our pasts." I try sounding as casual and light as before while racking my brain for a different topic. So what if he slept with her? It wouldn’t have been the first time.

"Nothing happened when I stayed with her, Malia.

I went on a run and by the time I returned to her room, she was already asleep.

Though, now that you mention it, was there someone in your past? I’m just wondering because you’ve been at the Dark Fraction’s camp since you were fifteen, so," his voice trails off.

I chuckle at how unsure and unlike himself he looks.

"You really have a crooked perception of what my time at that camp looked like if you think I had time to date or anything similar.

Romance was honestly the last thing on my mind during that time. My past is a story for a different day though. Speaking of which, I think I start training the guards tomorrow, so I should go to bed to be well-rested and all that."

"Right,” he agrees, getting to his feet.

“I had a great time today."

"Me too.

I’ll see you around, okay?" I get one more kiss and a smile before Keahi leaves my cell.