Tempting the Unknown Ch. 04 (Official) (Patreon)

A few months had slipped by without Ayla even noticing. 

She had settled into a routine with Ken. Texts from him popped up more often now. He’d often send a sweet but rather vulgar message like, “Hope your day is going well, princess. Been thinking about you all day. Can’t wait to fuck you silly again.” Or, “Loved those photos of you wearing the sexy thigh-high socks 🥵. I want you to wear those the next time I come over 🍆🍆💦💦.”

Ayla would always bite her lip and smile to herself. God, he was so crude, but in an oddly charming way. He was just Ken, and she was into that. There was something about how direct he was that made her so attracted to him. Guys her age always played these silly games, and quite frankly, she didn’t have time for that. 

Ken always sent money before she asked, labeled “gas money for my princess” or “new clothes fund for my pretty little slut.” She’d always roll her eyes but spent it anyway. It was his money. At first, she kinda didn’t like the idea of growing reliant on someone, but she slowly grew accustomed to it. She didn’t have to worry about rent now that she had all this extra cash to spend: New lingerie, takeout when she didn’t feel like cooking, and those special custom outfits she always dreamed of wearing for her social page. He never asked for anything in return, but she’d send him a quick selfie in whatever skimpy outfit she planned for her next post, or sometimes, well, mostly, a lewd nude of herself that always got him riled up.

She still had not told anyone, however. 

Not her friend group, not her best friend, and God forbid her parents. Whenever she hung out with Mia, she’d always ask why Ayla was suddenly glowing and distracted lately. Being the keen girl she was, Mia half-jokingly accused her of seeing someone. Ayla laughed it off every time and made an excuse about how pleased she had been with her social media page or finally getting enough sleep. Her mom noticed her ever-expanding wardrobe but paid it no mind since Ayla always liked clothes. Her dad was surprised that she rejected his help paying for her car insurance for the first time. No pushback for the most part. They would have never suspected there was a man, older, steady-handed, ridiculously generous, and sexy in a way she couldn’t describe, sliding into her life as if he had always been there.  

For now, Ayla liked it this way. She kept it small. Kept it hers. She wasn’t sure when she’d tell anyone, or ever. That would be a can of worms she didn’t want to risk opening. What would her friends and family say if they knew she had a sugar daddy? Their ridicule would plague her. 

Tonight, the apartment smelled faintly of the jasmine candle she had lit not too long ago. She was barefoot in the kitchen cooking dinner in one of Ken’s old navy blue tees, which she might or might not have stolen during one of his previous stays over at her apartment. The hem of the shirt reached about her mid-thigh, her black, silky hair still a little damp from her shower. She wore no bra underneath, just some skimpy little panties. She had stopped bothering to cover up most evenings he came over since she was going to end up naked anyway by the end of the night. 

Then, that familiar knock came at the door, two firm raps, same as always. 

Ayla wiped her hands with a towel and padded toward the door. Her heart skipped in that way she’d grown used to whenever he came. She opened it halfway and leaned against the frame with a lazy smile. 

Ken stood in the hall wearing dark jeans and a fitted gray Henley, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows as he held an overnight bag. He looked very mature in that DILF way she couldn’t get over. His dark eyes dropped immediately to the hem of the tee riding high on her thighs. 

“Hey, Ken,” Ayla said first, opening the door wider for him. 

“Stealing my shirts now, sweetheart?” he replied, voice low and amused as he stepped past her. 

“Ummm, borrowed,” she corrected as she backed up to let him pass. “Finders keepers.”

He dropped his bag and slipped his hands under the fabric to grab her waist. Ayla squealed slightly and blushed from the sudden touch but did nothing to stop him. “Looks better on you anyway.”

Ken casually bent down to kiss her slowly and deeply. She sighed into his mouth and held onto his forearms as she stood on her toes slightly to meet him. He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still close to hers. 

“Been too long,” he muttered, thumbs stroking her soft skin. 

“You were literally here three days ago,” she said dryly as she closed the door behind them.

“Eh, still too long.”

He set his overnight bag by the couch and followed her into the kitchen. While she finished stirring the pasta sauce, he slid his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder, his stubble grazing her neck as he took a long whiff. 

“Hmm, smells good,” Ken said quietly. “You’ve been cooking for me a lot lately. Dangerous territory, princess.”

Ayla hit him on the side with a firm elbow. “It would be awfully rude if I didn’t cook for my guest, no? Besides, you paid for the groceries last time, so technically, this is your dinner.”

He hummed against her neck, one hand slipping under her shirt to grab a handful of her boob. She tensed slightly, then relaxed. She was used to his suggestive antics at this point.  “Fair enough. I’ll eat whatever you feed me.”

She snorted and batted his hand away out of habit before turning down the stove. “Romantic. Go sit. It’s almost done.”

Ken gave her boob one last squeeze before letting go and sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island. He watched as Ayla moved around wearing nothing but his shirt. He couldn’t wait to get her naked again. 

She plated the pasta and added extra parmesan because she knew he liked it. She slid the bowl over, then hopped up to sit on the counter across from him, letting her legs dangle as she balanced her own bowl on her thighs. 

They ate quietly for a minute. There wasn’t much to say except for the tension slowly building between them. They knew what was to come as soon as they finished eating. Ken’s cock was already straining against his jeans while Ayla’s pussy seeped into her panties. 

Ayla spoke first to break the silence. “So, how was the drive? Traffic suck?”

Ken shrugged as he twirled spaghetti around his fork. “Not bad. I left early enough to miss the worst of it. Only took me a couple of hours this time. Not that I mind. It’s always worth coming to your little hideaway.”

“Hideaway,” she repeated, testing the word on her tongue as she smirked. “You make it seem like I’m stashing you in a secret lair.”

“Aren’t you?” He arched his brow curiously. “So far, you haven’t introduced me to anyone in your life. I am basically your dirty little secret is what I’m getting at.”

She laughed around a bite and crossed her legs. “My hot, generous, older fuck buddy? Of course, I’m keeping you a secret.”

“Older,” Ken echoed, pretending to look wounded. “You really know how to hit a man where it hurts, Ayla.”

Ayla leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees while she grinned playfully at him. “Come on, pops. You’re ancient. What are you like, pushing forty?”

Ken chuckled, shaking his head before taking another bite. “Thirty-eight, brat. Watch it.”

“Still old enough to be my sugar daddy,” she shot back, winking teasingly. “Bet you remember what it was like during the Cold War, or before the internet was a thing.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and crossed his arms. “Oh? Well, at least my generation isn’t addicted to our phones. You have your face glued to your screen every time we’re together.”

“Hey.” She uncrossed her legs and put her bowl down to leer at him. “I’m busy managing my social media account. That pays for my rent, respect the hustle. And look who’s talking. You were messaging me nonstop for weeks before all this began.”

Ken laughed, not denying anything. “You’re right,” he said, raising his fork in surrender. “I respect it plenty. You could say I’m lucky the internet exists, because if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have met such a pretty little thing as yourself.”

Ayla rolled her hazel eyes, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She took another bite and chewed slowly, then pointed her fork at him. “You’re lucky you’re good in bed. Otherwise, I’d have you traded in for someone under thirty by now.”

He leaned back and smiled proudly. “Lucky for you, I’m very good in bed. And I cook breakfast. And I have very deep pockets to spoil you rotten.”

“Hm, true,” she conceded, giggling playfully. “You also don’t complain when I steal your shirts. So that’s a bonus for me.”

“Keep stealing them,” Ken said, his voice dipping a little. “They look better on you anyway.”

Ayla bit her lip and hopped down from the counter. “Finished eating?” she asked as she washed her bowl.

“Finished,” he answered, already sliding off the stool to hand her his bowl. “Now I’m thinking about dessert.”

Ayla turned, leaning back against the sink with her arms loose at her sides. The hem of the shirt rode up just enough to show the edge of her already moist panties. “Oh? What kind of dessert were you thinking?”

Ken closed the distance between them and braced his hands on the edge of the counter beside her hips, caging her in. Her heart pounded, and her thighs pressed together from the growing arousal swelling within. 

“The kind where I get on my knees and bury my face between those sexy legs of yours,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, “and remind you why you keep letting this old man through your door.”

Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened with excitement. “Hmm, you sure you have enough room in your stomach for me?”

He grinned deviously. “I always have room for you, sweetheart.”

Then, he kissed her hard. Their lips locked, and his tongue slid against hers like he was already fucking her mouth. Ayla instinctively grabbed at his Henley to pull him closer until there was no space left between them. 

Dinner was officially over. Now this is where the fun begins. 

-

The sheets were a twisted mess as soon as they made it to her bed. Ken’s clothes lay about in a clumsy trail in the room. His shirt was inside out on the floor, jeans half-folded over a chair, and boxers kicked somewhere near the dresser. Ayla’s stolen tee ended up draped over the edge of the bed, and she had no idea where her panties went. 

Now they were butt-naked in the middle of the mattress. Ayla was on top, straddling his chest backward. Her LED lights were set on a deep red, casting the room in an erotic, dim glow. Her smooth, pale skin was flushed from neck to thighs, and her supple breasts swayed with each breath. Her long black hair spilled over one shoulder in messy waves, a few damp strands still clinging to the curve of her back and around her cheeks. 

Ken lay flat beneath her. He gripped the backs of her thighs to keep her nice and spread open above his face. His lean body tensed as he shifted them into a better position, and his lightly tanned skin was already slickening with sweat from the arousal. His cock stood thick and throbbing between them, veined and heavy, his bulbous head glossy with precum and her spit. 

Ayla braced one hand on his thigh for balance while the other hand was wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly and firmly from base to tip. She bent down, parting her soft lips as she took him into her mouth again. The angle allowed her to slide him deep, her tongue flattening along the underside of his cock as she sucked. The low, wet sounds of slurping and glucking filled the quiet room whenever she bobbed her head, only to sink farther, her lips stretching around his thick girth. Her hand twisted at the base in tandem with her mouth, slickening him with more of her saliva. Every time she pulled away, she’d give his cock a few steady pumps and use her thumb to tease his little slit before leaning back down to lap up his arousal from his tip. 

Ken groaned against her pussy. The vibration rolled straight through her clit, making her shudder above him and moan. He used his thumbs to spread her folds so he could see everything. She was smooth and freshly shaved for him as always. He dragged his tongue from her sopping entrance to her hard, needy clit with a long, steady lick, then sealed his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked gently. 

Ayla moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and filthy. Her hips rocked into his face instinctively, grinding down against his mouth to extract every ounce of stimulation she could. He smirked amusingly and pushed two fingers inside, curling them upward to prod that weak spot that always made her thighs shake. His tongue flicked faster over her clit with fast, relentless strokes, then switched to tight little twirls around it while his fingers kept pumping in and out, curling ever deeper with each pass. 

She popped his cock from her mouth with a wet gasp, leaving a thick string of her saliva connecting from her lower lip to his glistening head for a second before breaking. Her hand still stroked him in long, twisting pulls despite the overwhelming fellatio he gave her. 

“Mfuck… Ken… right there… So fucking good, babe,” she breathed, voice ragged and wrecked. She didn’t know when she started calling Ken ‘babe,’ it just came out naturally ever since they began seeing each other regularly. Not that he minded. 

Her free hand slid down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in her saliva-slicked hand while she dragged her tongue across a particularly thick vein she’d become far too familiar with. She then licked a long stripe up, then swirled around his tip to taste the steady leak of his salty goodness, forcing a low groan from him. 

He answered by sucking on her clit harder and thrusting his fingers faster. The wet squelch of her pussy rang loud in the room. His other hand slid up to grip her plush ass, spreading her wider so he could bury his face deeper. He then dipped his tongue between her folds, fucking her with it in shallow strokes before flattening against to lap at her clit in broad, greedy licks. 

Ayla’s rhythm began to falter. She moaned openly around his cock, her lips brushing against his head as she tried to keep sucking, but the pleasure was too much for her to keep going on. It coiled tight in her lower belly. Her legs trembled uncontrollably around his head, and her hips ground down harder, chasing an edge while teetering on the brink. 

“F-fuck! Ah ah ah… mhmmm… Ken… Ouhhhh! Holy shit, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop—”

Ken groaned against her, and he sucked her clit between his lips again. He flicked her fast and firm with his tongue while his fingers sleuthed relentlessly inside her dripping hole. 

It wasn’t long before she finally shattered. Her back arched, and a broken cry tore from her throat as her pussy clenched hard around his fingers and slick heat pulsed against his tongue. He groaned as her sweet nectar gushed straight into his mouth. He swallowed eagerly and kept eating her out. Her hand tightened on his cock, stroking faster through the aftershocks ripping through her.

He didn’t let up until she was whimpering from the oversensitivity. Ayla tried to lift herself from his face, but he pulled her back down, holding her firmly as he kept tongue fucking her. “K-Ken! Ah ah… p-please! Give me a break! S-stop! Fuck fuck fuck! You’re going to make me lose my mind! Babe, please!” she pleaded desperately, her hips shuddering uncontrollably. Only then did he ease off, giving her inner thighs a soft kiss while she gasped for breath. 

Ayla turned her head just enough to look back at him over her shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips swollen and shiny, her eyes glassy. “You’re cutting it real close. Are you trying to kill me?”

Ken just grinned darkly. He gave her ass one firm squeeze. “Hm, don’t give me that. You love it, princess.” She puffed her cheeks and pouted at him but didn’t deny it. “That’s what I thought.”

He gave her ass a few pats and gently moved her off him, rolling her onto her stomach. She lay stretched sexily across the mattress, naked and flushed in all her glory. The sheets were already warm and rumpled beneath her, while her hair stuck slightly to her damp skin. Ayla settled with her cheek resting on her folded arms, her back arching on instinct, and her ass just enough to invite him closer. 

Ken positioned himself behind her, his knees bracketing her hips as he knelt. He reached down to grab the round curves of her butt. His thumbs dipped into the soft creases where her thighs met her cheeks, kneading slowly and spreading her open to expose her flushed, slick cunt still glistening from his tongue and her orgasm. 

“Hm, so fucking wet for me, Ayla,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. He used one thumb to trace the seam of her pussy, collecting her wetness before sliding up to circle her tight rear entrance just enough to make her squirm, but not fully pushing in. 

Ayla let out a soft, needy moan and wiggled her ass back toward him. “Mhmm… baby…”

He chuckled lowly, dragging his tongue across his lips. “Patience, sweetheart.”

He gathered saliva in his mouth and leaned down, then let it drip in a slow string directly onto her slit. The warm spit landed against her swollen lips, mixing with her arousal before sliding down toward her clit. Ayla gasped at the filthy sensation. She loved how lewd this man was. 

Ken then grabbed the base of his cock and lined himself up before he pressed his slicked head against her needy entrance. He rubbed himself through the mess of spit and her cream, coating himself more, before pushing forward in one smooth, steady glide. 

Ayla let out a long, throaty moan into the pillow, feeling him sink his hot, throbbing cock deep inside her. Her eyes fluttered as he stretched her inch by inch until his hips met her ass. She always loved how he felt in this position. The angle was deep, allowing his cock to fully sheath into her pussy and press right against that spot inside that made her toes curl. 

She turned her head, strands of her dark hair spilling across her cheeks, and hazel eyes locking onto his over her shoulder. Her lush lips parted into another breathy moan as she rocked back to meet his next slow thrust, pushing herself onto him like she couldn’t get enough.

Ken felt his cock harden inside her at the sight. He loved her pretty, blushed face looking back at him, eyes glazed with need, ass arched high, and pressing back to take every inch. He grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and brought her deeper. 

“Augh, fuck yes,” he rasped,” he grunted as he pulled halfway out, only to slide back in harder, bottoming out with a wet slap. “You like this big cock, hm? Show me how bad you love it.”

Ayla nibbled on her bottom lip, bracing her forearms against the bed, and obeyed. She began pushing her hips back to meet every forward roll of his, the rhythm slowly building up to speed. “Ah ah ah… uh uh uh… yes… deeper… hmmm… more, more.” Her moans came low and eager as his cock repeatedly kissed her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure through her that made her legs lift from the bed reflexively. 

Ken watched himself disappear and reappear inside her slick folds. The way her pussy gripped him, desperately trying to pull him deeper, and her cream coating his veiny shaft with every pull-out made him even more ravenous for her. The bed creaked under them as the sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the dim room over and over. 

Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth fell open as the pleasure coiled tighter inside. “Ken— fuck! Harder! D-deeper! Please—”

He gave her what she asked for and snapped his hips forward, driving into her with enough force to make her entire body rock against the mattress. His heavy balls swung and slapped against her thighs as he gripped her hips tighter. He mixed in quick, deep thrusts, then buried himself to the hilt, making slow, tight, filthy circles against her, allowing his cock to hit every sensitive spot she had.

Ayla buried her face into the pillow and let her muffled moans free. Her legs kept kicking from the bed every time she felt that jolt shoot through her from his steady fucking. She looked back at him again, utterly high from the pleasure, and met his eyes in a teasing glint as if she was daring him to ruin her completely. 

Ken leaned over her, his chest pressing to her back, and slid one arm loosely around her neck, not to choke, but to simply hold. Their skin was now slick, sliding, and sticking together as they moved. 

“Fuck, you’re so dangerous. I’m gonna make you cum again. You want that?” he growled against her ear as his arm tightened around her throat. Ayla could only nod eagerly and whimper as she held onto his forearm with her soft hands. “God, your pussy is just begging for it. You naughty little slut. You’re gonna milk me dry at this rate.”

Her breath hitched, and she pushed back harder, chasing her impending climax with every brutal thrust. 

His hips snapped frantically against her, dragging out more breathy moans from her. Then, he grabbed her face and turned her toward him just enough for their mouths to meet in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. 

Ayla moaned as she parted her lips for him, allowing his tongue to slide against hers as he kept thrusting. He let her feel every thick inch dragging out and slamming into her tight love canal. The force of his heavy strokes caused the bed to creak even louder in rhythm with their filthy fucking. 

The heat and arousal of the moment made her kiss him harder. She bit his lower lip and swallowed his low groans. Ken’s hold around her neck grew ever tighter, just enough to make her feel dominated in the way she loved. Her hands remained latched onto his arm to hold on for her dear life as he pounded her pussy.

“Ah ah! Ouuuuhhh! K-Ken! Mmmm,” she gasped into his mouth, hips bucking against him, all while she felt pressure building inside her core. 

He pulled back just enough to watch her face. Her cheeks were heavily flushed, her mouth agape in breathless moans, her hazel eyes half-lidded and glazed with pure desire. “Look at me when you cum, princess. I want to see you lose it.”

His free hand slid down between her legs until his fingers found her swollen clit. He began rubbing it fast and in tight circles that made her whole body jerk against him. The added stimulation sent sparks shooting up her spine. Her moans turned into high, broken whimpers, her legs kicking behind him and toes curling as he pushed her to the brink.

Ken’s hips pistoned harder, his balls slapping against her with every thrust, causing the headboard to rattle against the wall. Ayla’s back arched sharply, and her thighs shook uncontrollably as her breath came out in ragged sobs. 

“You’re gonna make me cum! Fuck fuck fuck, Ken… Hah… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—”

“That’s right, baby. Do it,” he grunted, his voice husky and strained. “Cum all over my cock. Let me feel it.”

That was it.

Her orgasm tore through her in a sudden, ripping wave. Ayla’s eyes rolled back behind her lids, and her mouth fell open in a pitched moan that cracked into a long, trembling cry. Her pussy clamped down tightly around him, fluttering and pulsing, milking him with every spasm as her slick heat gushed around his shaft. 

Ken groaned, and his thrusts turned frantic from his own teetering orgasm as well. As many times as he had fucked Ayla, he could never quite get used to how tight she always was. He loved it. He slammed his hips against her in one final thrust, burying himself balls deep and letting himself go. Thick ropes of his cum spilled deep inside her. Pulse after pulse, he filled her with healthy loads until it leaked out around him, warm and messy, dripping down her thighs and onto the soaked sheets below.

“Fuck! Augh! Take it! Gah!”

He stayed buried, making slow, shallow circles with his hips through the aftershocks. Both of them panted heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Ayla’s eyes fluttered half-open again, dazed and glassy as she sighed with satisfaction.

Ken kissed her shoulder, then the nape of her neck, softly, almost tenderly. He slid his hand up from between her thighs and stroked her side possessively. 

“Shit,” he muttered against her slick skin, his voice raspy. “You’re going to kill me one of these days from how tight you always are.”

Ayla let out a weak, breathy laugh, still trembling beneath him. “That serves you right for fucking me silly. If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me.”

He chuckled lowly, then finally eased himself out from her with a slow drag that made them both twitch. He rolled onto his side and pulled her against his chest. Ayla lazily draped her leg over his thighs and rested her cheek against his pec. His arm slid around her waist, his hand gently squeezing her ass as she pressed closer. 

They lay there catching their breath for a moment, the room quiet except for their slowing breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. 

There was no rush to move or a need to speak. They just basked in the warm, intimate moment. And despite how spent Ayla and Ken were, they knew they had a couple more rounds left in them before the night was over.

-

Ayla woke up slowly the next morning to the warmth of Ken’s naked body against hers. His arm was draped over her waist as she rested against him. She lay still for a minute, letting herself feel everything: the weight of him against her, the faint scratch of his stubble against her shoulder, and the lingering ache between her thighs that reminded her how many times they’d fucked before passing out. 

Carefully, she lifted his arm and slid out from under it. Ken stirred a bit, murmuring something unintelligible as he rolled onto his stomach and settled in again. Ayla couldn’t help but watch him from the edge of the mattress. Her eyes lingered on the steady rise of his back, then followed the faint red lines her nails had left across his shoulders last night. She smiled to herself before reaching for the shirt she had worn earlier that was now lying on the floor. She tugged it over her head without bothering to put on any panties and padded barefoot out of the room. 

She yawned as she shuffled through the quiet apartment into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, groggily sifting through the shelves as she stretched her arms overhead. Realizing just how parched she was, she grabbed a pitcher of water and filled herself a glass. She drank it in one long pull as she leaned against the sink, while her eyes were half-closed, still floating in that post-sex glow. 

Three sharp knocks cracked through her moment of silence. 

Ayla jerked up reflexively and placed the glass onto the counter. She wasn’t expecting anyone. A delivery? No, she hadn’t ordered anything. Perhaps it was the neighbor complaining about the noise again. But usually, they’d just send a text. 

She quietly tiptoed toward the door, tugging the hem of her shirt lower out of habit. There was no time to slip on underwear or shorts. No time to think, really. She peered through the peephole. 

Mia. 

Her best friend stood in the hallway holding two iced coffees and a familiar paper bag from that bagel shop Ayla always liked. She was bouncing on her toes in the way she did when she was impatient. She wore an oversized hoodie, and her dark, brown hair was pulled into a loose bun. 

Ayla felt her stomach sink to her feet. 

Shit. 

She nervously glanced towards her bedroom, then back through the peephole. She couldn’t let her in with Ken here. Everything she tried so desperately to keep secret would blow up. 

Ayla’s brain short-circuited for half a second. Perhaps she could hide. Pretend she wasn’t home. Yes, that could work. But it was too late. Mia knocked again, louder. 

“Helloooooo. Ayla, I know you’re in there. Your car’s parked in the lot, and I can smell your candle through the door. Open up, I bought your favorite bagels.”

Ayla pressed her forehead against the door, mouthing a silent “fuck.” She glanced down at Ken’s shoes left nearby and hastily stashed them in the rack, hoping they would just blend in with hers. She slapped her cheeks with both hands and straightened her hair back the best she could before cracking the door just enough to poke her head out. 

“Uh, hey, Mia,” she said, voice still scratching from last night's moaning. “What are you doing here? You didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

Mia lifted her brow and leered at her. “Didn’t tell you? Girl, I’ve been texting and calling you all morning,” she replied flatly. “You look like a mess.”

Ayla’s eyes widened, and her heart pounded in her chest, unsure how to respond. “Er … sorry I didn’t see… I just woke up.”

Mia gave her a suspicious, curious look. “Just woke up? It’s almost one.”

Mia pushed the door wider with her shoulder before Ayla could even respond. “Girl, move. You’re acting super shady, and I don’t like it.” She stepped right inside, letting the door shut behind her with a click. 

Her eyes did a slow, deliberate up-and-down over Ayla, noting the large tee that definitely wasn’t hers, the bare legs, the messy bedhead, and the faint red marks along her neck that no amount of hair could hide. Mia’s eyebrows arched higher with every second she observed longer, but she said nothing, for now. 

Ayla felt her face burn as she looked at her best friend with total disbelief. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave her a pointed look. “What the hell, Mia. You can’t just barge your way in here like that,” she said, her voice tight. “Do you have any sense of boundaries?”

Mia shrugged, unbothered. “Welp, too late. I’m here. You’re not going to kick your best friend out, are you?” 

Ayla let out a long exhale through her nose. “Ugh, I hate you... Wait in the living room, okay? I’ll be right back. I just need to change real quick.”

Mia hummed, long and knowing, as she slid off her shoes and strolled over to the living room. She kept her eyes on Ayla, already working out in her mind what secret Ayla was trying to hide. 

Ayla didn’t wait for permission and fastwalked down the short hallway to her room. The second she slipped inside, she shut the door as quietly as possible and leaned against it, breathing hard. 

Ken was already woken up by the commotion. He pushed himself up onto one elbow and looked over, his voice gravelly with sleep. “Hm? What’s up, sweetheart? Why do you look nervous?”

“Shh!” Ayla hissed, rushing over to the dresser. She yanked open a drawer, grabbed the first pair of shorts she saw and a loose tank top, and started dressing as fast as she could. “Shut up and stay in here. Don’t make a sound.”

Ken blinked, rubbing his eyes as he watched her hop on one foot while she tugged her shorts up. “Huh? Why’s that? What’s going on?”

She spun around, hair flying, her eyes wide and frantic. “Keep it down! Long story short, my best friend is here, and if she finds out about you, I will actually kill you. So, keep quiet, or I swear to God, Ken.”

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. An amused smirk tugged at his lips instead. But he stayed put, raising his hands in surrender, winking. “Okay, okay. I’ll behave.”

Ayla felt uneasy about his smile, but she had no choice but to take him at his word. She smoothed her tank top down and took another steadying breath before reaching for the doorknob. 

From the living room, she could already hear Mia humming cheerfully while unpacking the bagels like she owned the place. 

Ayla felt a shiver creep up her spine. This was about to get messy, and she knew it. 

She hurried back into the living room, smoothing her tank top one last time as if it would somehow erase the last twelve hours. Mia had already claimed her usual spot on the couch, legs crossed, and an iced coffee in hand. 

She dropped onto the opposite end of the couch, tucking her legs beneath her in an attempt to look casual. Her eyes nervously flicked towards Ken’s hidden shoes in the rack, then searched for his overnight bag. She felt a small sense of relief, remembering that he brought it back to her room after one of their sweaty rounds the night before. But still, she kept looking, making sure there was no evidence of him within Mia’s line of sight. 

Mia took a slow sip of her coffee, watching her over the rim. “You okay, Ayla? You look very paranoid. Like, more so than usual.”

Ayla forced a laugh that came out a little too high to be natural. “What? I’m fine. Just… surprised. I didn’t have a chance to tidy up. That’s all.”

“Hm? Your place looks fine.” Mia set her cup down and leaned forward, crossing her arms near her stomach. “You sure are acting really weird… Don’t think I haven’t noticed the past few weeks. You’ve been dodging plans, sending vague texts, disappearing for whole weekends. And now you open the door like you just rolled out of bed, like how I would after hooking up with a guy. I’ve never seen that shirt you were wearing before, Ayla. Where did you get it?”

Ayla’s cheeks burned again. She tugged the hem of her tank top. “What do you mean? It’s just a shirt. I like oversized stuff. It’s comfy.”

Mia gave her the look. The kind that said bullshit, and I know you better than that in the same breath. “Uh-huh… Sure… That shirt is way too plain to be your style. So who’s the guy?”

Ayla’s stomach flipped. She hated how keen and persistent Mia was. She glanced toward the hallway again, half expecting Ken to defy her explicit instructions and stroll out, scratching his balls, ruining everything. But the bedroom door remained closed, for now.

“There is no guy, Mia,” she said quickly, her tone coming off a little too defensive. “You’re being crazy. Stop overanalyzing my life.”

Mia tilted her head, her lips pursing. “Am I? Because you’re doing that thing where you won’t look me in the eye, and you keep checking every corner in the room like you hid a body in here.”

“I’m not anxious,” Ayla snapped, then immediately softened her tone. “I mean… I’m not. I just woke up. My brain isn’t fully awake to socialize properly.”

Mia didn’t buy a word she said. She reached into the paper bag for a bagel, tearing off a piece and popping it into her mouth while staring Ayla down like a hawk. 

“Mkay,” she said as she chewed. “Let’s say hypothetically… if there was a guy. I’m not saying there is one, but would this imaginary person have been the reason you’ve been glowing lately? The reason you don’t seem so stressed? Oh, not to mention, the reason your neck looks like someone tried to give you a hickey with a vacuum?”

Ayla’s hand flew to her collarbone immediately to cover the faint mark. “T-that’s from… working out! Resistance bands! I-it snapped back and hit me.”

Mia snorted so hard she nearly choked on her coffee. “Resistance bands?! Sureeeee. I’ve seen you work out, and you never use resistance bands.”

Ayla groaned and dropped her face into her hands. “Mia, please. Can we just eat bagels and talk about literally anything else?”

Mia leaned back and crossed, a smug smile curling at her lips. “Fine, fine. I’ll get off your back for now… But I’m not leaving until you give me something real. You’re my best friend. If someone’s railing you good enough to make you happy, I deserve details. At minimum, a name and a dick size estimate. It’s only fair since I told you about that one guy I was hooking up with last year.”

Ayla peeked through her fingers, though her assurance did little to smother the heat in her cheeks; if anything, it only fanned the flames. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! Ugh, you’re impossible!”

Mia just chuckled as she tore another piece from her bagel, her eyes sparkling with victory. “It’s okay, Ayla. I know you’ll come around eventually.”

Ayla swallowed hard. It was apparent that Mia had her cornered, and there was little she could do to talk herself out of this. The best thing to do was to weather the storm until she left. 

“You’re the worst,” she murmured, grabbing one of the iced coffees and sipping it slowly. 

Mia just hummed cheerfully. “Oh, please. You love me.”

Their conversation finally began to drift away from interrogation toward safer ground, like friend group gossip and girl stuff. Ayla felt the pressure lift from her chest as Mia trailed off, complaining about some guy from her job who’d sent her a photo of his cat wearing sunglasses like it was supposed to be charming. 

For a moment, Ayla thought she was in the clear. Everything would go fine just so long as Ken remained in her room. But of course, the universe decided to spite her as if it were listening. 

The sudden creak of the door opening cut through their conversation. 

Ayla’s entire body locked up immediately, and her face went pale. She felt the shift in the air as she heard the soft pad of bare feet on the hardwood coming from the hallway. Her blood turned into ice water.

Mia’s words died on her tongue mid-sentence like someone hit mute on her. 

Ayla slowly turned her head, her eyes wide and unblinking. 

Ken stood in the middle of the hallway entrance, one hand scratching absently on his stomach, the other resting behind his head. He wore nothing but black boxers that hung low on his hips. His peppered hair was sticking in all directions from sleep and from Ayla’s fingers last night. Not to mention the faint scratch marks littering his skin. He still looked half-asleep, though he had this devious, knowing glint in his eyes that told Ayla he was doing this on purpose. 

Mia’s mouth fell open. A tiny, strangled sound escaped her before she could compose herself enough to speak.

“Oh my, hello, you. Stranger person! Wow! Okay!” 

Her tone was a mix of pure bemused shock and high-pitched excitement, like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or scream. Her eyes flicked up and down Ken’s body. He was definitely older, but undeniably hot in the same DILFy way that Ayla saw him, too. 

Ayla felt the room tilt around her. Her vision tunneled. She was going to faint. Actually faint. Right here on her own couch. She grabbed a cushion and shoved her face into it to hide the crimson blush rising in her cheeks. 

Ken’s gaze flicked between them, and a lazy, amused smile tugged at his lips, seeing just how panicked Ayla was. 

“Good afternoon,” he said casually, offering a small wave as if walking out half-naked in front of strangers was a normal thing for him. “You must be Ayla’s friend.”

Mia’s eyes darted to Ayla, wide and glittering with glee. “I knew it, I knew it! Ayla. Babe. Explain. Now.”

Ayla lifted her face from the cushion and opened her mouth. But nothing came out. Her throat had sealed shut from the pure embarrassment coiling inside. She could feel her pulse hammering in her ears. 

Ken, the absolute bastard, did this to tease her. The nerve of this guy. He leaned one shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms. He looked perfectly content to stand there while the silence stretched into something unbearable. 

Mia finally broke the silence with a delighted, disbelieving laugh as she uncrossed her legs and sat up straighter. “Okay, first of all, I’m Mia. Second of all…” She turned back to Ayla, her eyes sparking as she had just won the girl-gossip lottery. “You fucking liar. I knew something was up. Now everything makes sense. I can’t believe you were hiding a guy from me. You sneaky little slut.”

Ayla managed a strangled groan as she shoved her face back into the cushion. “MMHMMMM! Mia, shut up, shut up, shut up!” she screamed, the sound muffled. 

Ken’s grin widened, satisfied with the reaction he got. He pushed off the wall and began to head back into the room. “I’ll, uh… go put pants on. Don’t mind me.”

He turned and strode back down the hall like he had zero urgency, ass flexing under the thin fabric of his boxers. If anything, he deliberately made an effort to walk slowly, to ensure his presence lingered.

Mia waited exactly three seconds after the bedroom door clicked shut before whipping around to Ayla. 

“Girl.”

“Don’t, Mia. Please, don’t,” Ayla managed as she nervously peeked her eyes up to her.

“Girl.”

“Mia, I will literally throw myself off the balcony.”

Mia grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her back and forth. “I can’t believe you were hiding a whole-ass DILF in your room while I’m here! Ugh, liar, liar, liar! I’m wounded, but also proud at the same time. You can get it, girl cause that man is fine as hell. I didn’t know that was your type.”

Ayla shook her head rapidly. “It’s not like that. It’s… complicated!”

“Is ‘complicated’ a code word for ‘I’m getting regularly dicked down by a man who looks like he could fix my car and pay my rent in the same afternoon?’” Mia leaned in, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “Is he rich? He looks rich. I bet he has a 401k and a boat.”

Ayla gasped and batted Mia’s hands away from her shoulders. She was annoyingly accurate in her assumptions. “Ugh! Mia, I’m going to slap you! Can we not do this right now?”

“Too late. I know too much to stop now. We have a five-minute window before he comes back out. If you don’t tell me what I want, I might go ask him. He seems like he’d cooperate.” Mia’s grin turned downright feral. “Start talking. Age? How long have you been seeing him? Is he good in bed? I need the full debrief.”

Ayla pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged her legs. This was a total nightmare, a doomsday scenario she was not prepared to handle. 

She took a deep, steadying breath and turned to Mia. “Fine… fine!” she uttered in surrender. “I will tell you only if you keep your mouth shut about this to our friends. This was never meant to be public.”

“What? Your parents don’t know either?” Mia gasped. 

Ayla shot her a sharp, warning glare.

Mia raised her hands and sat back, nodding obediently.

Ayla sank deeper into the couch, wishing she could disappear into them. Ken was gone now, but the damage was already done. Mia sat crisscrossed now, leaving her bagel forgotten on the coffee table as she stared at her with a giddy grin tugging at her lips. 

“Okay, okay,” Mia began. “Spill. Tell me who that man is, now.”

Ayla rubbed her temples and let out a long, resigned sigh. “He’s… just a guy I hook up with. That’s it.”

Mia’s brow arched so high it nearly disappeared under her bangs. “Just a guy you hook up with,” she repeated slowly, as if tasting the words. “Babe. That man walked out in his underwear like he pays the rent here. That’s not ‘just a hookup’ energy. That’s ‘I know where the coffee filters are’ energy.”

Ayla rolled her tired hazel eyes and stared up towards the ceiling as if it would give her the answers to her problems before forcing them back to Mia. “It’s casual. Really. We’re not… dating or anything.”

Mia leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and grinned wickedly. “Uh-huh. Casual fuck buddy. Sure. What’s his name?”

Ayla hesitated, nervously chewing on the inside of her cheek. 

Mia prodded again. “Name, Ayla. Give it to me.”

“Ken,” Ayla murmured under her breath. 

Mia’s eyes lit up. “Hmm… He does look like a Ken. I bet he’s good with his hands, like fixing cars… and among other things…”

Ayla couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, knowing just how good he was with his hands, but stopped herself and leered at Mia with a warning glare. “God, Mia, why are you like this?”

Mia just giggled knowingly and moved on to her next question. “Sooooo. How’d you meet? Tinder? Hinge? One of your dad’s friends?”

Ayla shifted on the couch and tugged the hem of her tank top. She couldn’t bear to tell her the full truth. That Ken was an online perv who showered her with generous tips and got her to do lewd things she’d usually never do. 

“We… met online,” she said simply, a half-truth.

Mia waited for more. When nothing else came, she clicked her tongue and pushed on. “Online where? Instagram? DMs from your fan page? Give me more than that.”

Ayla shook her head. “Uh, how about that’s none of your business? All I’m going to say is that we started messaging each other. Be grateful I’m even telling you this much.”

Mia puffed her cheeks and pouted. “Hmph, you’re no fun,” she said, sticking her tongue at her. “So, how long?”

Ayla tapped her chin as she thought about it for a moment. “Well… a few months now, I think.”

“Months?” Mia’s voice climbed an octave. “Ayla, how could he not be your boyfriend by now? There’s no way.”

Ayla hugged her knees again, cheeks still flushed. “Mia, he’s not my boyfriend. I told you… It’s casual. We hook up. That’s literally it.”

Mia stared at her for a long second and shook her head. “Casual. Right. The man literally walked out of your bedroom in boxers, like he’s lived here for years. That’s not casual, babe. That’s, ‘I have a drawer and toothbrush territory.’”

Ayla tried to argue, but she didn’t have a good comeback. Not when he literally did have a drawer and a toothbrush at her place. 

Mia leaned back and crossed her arms. “Whatever you say. Not boyfriend. Got it.” She paused, her lips twitching into a sly smile. “But you like him.”

Ayla’s stomach did a small, traitorous flip. She’d never actually considered how deep her relationship with Ken was until now. The idea of dating someone old enough to be her dad was outlandish. But still, she trusted him enough to come over on a regular basis. And the fact that she let him do whatever he wanted with her was definitely a tell she didn’t want to fully admit. 

“I like fucking him,” she finally countered, her voice firm but pitched. “Big difference.”

Mia rolled her eyes and laughed. “Same thing, babe.”

Ayla shot her a pointed half-glare. “It’s not.”

“It kind of is.” Mia leaned forward and rested her chin in her hand. “If you are willing to fuck a guy on the regular, there’s clearly something there. And based on what I saw, I can assume he stays over often, yes?” Ayla pursed her lips and glanced away, offering no reply. “Hmm, that’s what I thought. That’s basically dating, babe.”

Ayla opened her mouth, then closed it. She dropped her forehead onto her knees again with a muffled groan. “Shut up.”

Mia chuckled quietly. “Hey, I’m not judging. I’m happy for you. He seems… solid. Definitely not sketchy. Better than some twenty-something fuckboy who ghosts after three dates.”

Ayla stayed silent for a moment, then lifted her head. “He does treat me well…” she admitted, but more so towards herself. “Like… really well.”

Mia’s eyes lit up. “Like what? Give me examples. I need specifics.”

Ayla shrugged, stretching her legs out in front of her. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she should be revealing such things. But she was already past the point of no return. “He spoils me and stuff. Pays for things. Sends me money without me even asking. Takes me out sometimes.”

Mia let out a delighted squeal, clapping her hands once as she kicked her legs. “Oh, my god. He’s a sugar daddy too?! And that’s basically what a boyfriend is, what the fuck, Ayla!”

Ayla winced. “Don’t call it like that.”

“But he is!” Mia whispered loudly. “That’s literally the textbook definition of one. Generous older man, younger woman, money and gifts in exchange for… company. And bonus points since he’s a silver fox. Ugh, I’m so jealous.”

“When you say it out loud, you make me want to slam my face into the wall,” Ayla replied dryly. “Fuck… Don’t think any less of me, please. I’m not just some bimbo who smooches off desperate me. It just happened, believe me.”

Mia reached over and patted Ayla’s knee. “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re happy. You’re taken care of. He’s hot and clearly into you. I’ve got your back no matter what. Plus, you were there for me when I was seeing some questionable guys, so who am I to judge?”

They talked for a while longer, and things became a little easier now that the cat was out of the bag. Surprisingly, Ayla felt more at ease now that Mia knew about her secret. It was rather liberating. If anything, she was glad that her best friend knew now, since she always supported her no matter what.

Eventually, Mia glanced at her phone and sighed. “Okay, I should probably get going. I don’t want to interrupt your time with your boyfriend.” She winked so hard it looked painful.

Ayla shook her head and slapped her leg. “I hate you.”

Mia giggled, brushing her off as she stood. “Love you too.”

Ayla walked her to the door and saw her out. But just before Mia could step out into the hall, she caught her wrist.

“Hey,” she said, her voice dropping into a low, serious tone. “Don’t mention this to anyone. Got it? Not to the friend group. Not your sister. No one.”

Mia gestured a zipping motion across her lips as she grinned. “My lips are sealed. You can trust me. I promise. Your secret sugar-daddy-not-boyfriend is safe with me.”

Ayla’s eye twitched as she resisted the urge to jab her side. “T-thank you.”

Mia pulled her into a quick, tight hug. “Anytime, babe. Are you still down to watch that one movie we’ve been talking about on Discord later? Well, assuming your man isn’t busy with you.”

Ayla shoved her playfully toward the hallway. “Get out. I’ll text you.”

Mia laughed all the way to the elevator. 

The door clicked shut, and Ayla leaned against it for a moment. That could have been worse, she thought. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath before pushing off the door. 

Now she had to deal with the stunt Ken pulled that caused this mess. 

-

She padded back down the hallway to her bedroom. The door was half-open, and inside, Ken lay stretched out on the bed. He was propped up against the headboard with his arms behind his head. The man looked far too relaxed for someone who’d just blown up her carefully constructed secret. He was in his boxers, and she could see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. 

Ayla stepped inside and shut the door behind her with a firm click.

She crossed her arms and glared at him. 

“Um, hey, Ken? What the fuck was that?”

Ken didn’t move. He just raised one eyebrow as if he had no clue what wrong he’d done. “What do you mean?”

“Please stop acting clueless. You know exactly what you did.” She gestured vaguely toward the living room. “Walking out in your boxers like it was nothing. Smirking. Acting like you wanted her to see you. You did that on purpose when I said specifically not to do so. Are you trying to have my foot in your ass?”

He shrugged unapologetically. “Hmm, perhaps. But I don’t really like being told what to do. You know that.”

Ayla scrunched her brows and took two steps closer. She dropped her voice into an angry whisper. “Ken, I really needed you to do me a favor this one time. This was my secret. My thing. You just… strolled out and turned it into a circus. Ugh, you drive me insane sometimes.”

Ken sat up straighter and just stared at her with that steady, unreadable look that always had her spiraling. 

“I’m not going to apologize,” he said plainly. “I did you a favor. Your friend is far too keen, from what I could tell. She was going to figure it out eventually. Might as well rip the band-aid off instead of you stressing about it for another six months. Did you guys not talk it out? From what I heard, things went well.”

Ayla huffed, turning away and pacing back and forth in the space between the bed and dresser. “Uh, yeah… But that’s not the point, babe. That’s not your call to make.” She hadn’t even realized she’d called him babe.

Ken smirked. “Isn’t it?” he replied as he tilted his head. “You keep me hidden like I’m some dirty little habit you’re ashamed of. I’m not saying I need to meet everyone in your life, but I’m also not gonna hide in your closet every time someone knocks.”

She spun back to face him. “I-I’m not ashamed of you. I just… liked things the way they were.”

Ken slowly nodded, studying her for a second. Then his mouth curved again into that knowing grin that always made her stomach flutter. 

“I heard what she said,” he murmured. About me being your boyfriend.”

Ayla froze, her cheeks immediately becoming pink. 

He leaned forward slightly. “You seemed very defensive when she said that, as if you were too embarrassed to admit it.”

She crossed her arms tighter. “W-hat? No. You’re not my boyfriend. I haven’t exactly thought about putting a label on it. That’s the whole point. No labels. No pressure.”

Ken’s smirk deepened. “You say that, but you keep calling me ‘babe’.”

Ayla's eyes shot open, and her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t. She just shoved her face into her hands and screamed. “Augh! Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

He just rolled his eyes and patted the mattress next to him. “Come here,” he said gently, his voice low and oddly soothing.

She lifted her face from her palms cautiously, then sat on the edge of the bed. 

He reached out and took her hand, thumb tenderly brushing against her wrist. 

“So what am I, then?” he asked. “If I’m not your boyfriend. Not just some hookup. Not a secret anymore.” He tugged her wrist lightly to coax her closer. “Because I stay over almost every week. I cook breakfast. I spoil you. We go out together. I fuck you like you’re mine. And you let me, every time. That seems awfully more than what you believe we are.”

Ayla’s breath caught in her throat. She looked down at his hand on her wrist, then back at his face. “Y-you’re Ken. I- I don’t know… That’s enough, I guess.”

His thumb kept making slow circles against her skin. “Is it?”

She swallowed, her mind battling with itself. “It has been, I think…”

“Has been,” Ken repeated. His smile softened into something warmer. “But maybe it doesn’t have to stay that way.”

Ayla’s pulse quickened. She wanted to insist that things were fine as is, but the more she thought about it, the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she just kept staring at him, her cheeks flushed and burning. 

Ken leaned in. She had every chance to pull away but didn’t. When he kissed her, it started soft, then deeper as he slid his hand up to cup the back of her neck. 

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. 

“I’m not asking for a grand title,” he murmured. “But I’m also not pretending this is nothing more than sex and cash. Not anymore.”

Ayla closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose. “I- this is a lot, Ken,” she whispered back. “I mean… It certainly doesn’t not feel right. But you’re so much older than me… I have no idea what to think. Would this even work?”

 “That’s okay.” His thumb brushed her jaw. “We’ve got time… Or I could do a little more convincing to help you make up your mind faster.”

She let out a shaky laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“Mm. And you like it, sweetheart.”

She didn’t deny it. 

Ayla leaned in and kissed him again, harder this time, as if she was trying to drown out the doubts she had spinning in her head. 

Ken groaned softly against her mouth. His hands slowly moved down to her hips, and he pulled her onto his lap. Their kissing slowly became more heated, and they began to slide their tongues against one another. 

Ayla shifted against him and slid her knees beside his hips. She rolled herself against his pelvis with slow, deep grinds. The thin fabric of her shorts dragged over his growing bulge, the friction sending heated sparks between them. Ken’s breathing grew heavier, his hands gripping her hips as he felt his cock harden beneath her. 

She rolled her hips into him again, making sure she felt every inch of his growing tent against her moistening crotch. 

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned against her lush lips. “You trying to start something?”

She didn’t answer with words. She just rocked forward once more, making a tight circle against his lap that made him even harder. 

Ken slid his hands under her tank top and tugged it up and over her head in one smooth motion before tossing it somewhere across the bed. Her perfect, supple breasts fell free, cute nipples already tight from the cool air and arousal swelling within. 

He leaned in and latched his mouth to the side of her neck. Ayla bit her lip and moaned as she felt him give wet, open-mouth kisses on her skin. Her head tilted to the side to give him easier access. She slid her hands into his dark, peppery hair, holding him there as she continued to grind into him. 

Ken then moved onto her shorts. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down over her ass. She lifted just enough for him to drag them off completely, then kicked them away. She returned the favor and helped him out of his boxers, shoving them low enough to free his cock before pulling them down his legs and tossing them aside. It sprang up, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. 

With both of them fully naked, he guided her back down to him. Ayla straddled him, pressing her slick folds along his throbbing length, like a hotdog between a bun. “Mhmm… Ken,” she moaned as her hips moved in slow, wet drags. 

They stayed with their chests pressed flush, and foreheads touching for a moment. The tension coiled tight from the sensation of his hot cock, sliding along her sopping pussy. She shuddered every time a vein or groove bumped against her clit. 

They locked lips in another sloppy kiss. One hand slid down her side and over the curve of her ass. He grabbed her plush cheek and pulled it to the side, exposing her holes. 

Ayla whimpered as their tongues continued to twirl and slide against each other. 

Ken pulled away just enough to speak, leaving a string of their mixed saliva between their lips before breaking. “Want me inside?”

She nodded, her breath hot and shaky. “Please.”

He rolled them over onto their sides, still facing each other in one practiced motion. Reaching between them, he grabbed the base of his cock and lined himself up against her soaking entrance. He teasingly dragged his head along her slick folds from the bottom up to her clit before pushing himself in until he was buried to the hilt. 

Ayla’s hazel eyes fluttered from that familiar stretch that always made her toes curl. She draped her leg over his waist to pull him closer. 

He started to move with long, lazy thrusts that rocked them together. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her boobs flush to his chest. They kissed again as they fucked in a slow, steady rhythm. The angle let him hit that spot inside her that always made her shudder and arch. His tip kissed her cervix with every deep stroke, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. 

They hugged each other in a tender, but desperate embrace. Their arms locked around one another, and their legs tangled like neither of them wanted to give up an inch of space between them.

Ken kissed her neck again, nipping her skin with small love bites that made her even wetter. “Mhmm… so fucking tight, Ayla,” he rasped. “I love it.”

Ayla’s nails dug into his back as she rolled her hips to meet every thrust. “Yes… ah ah ah… harder… harder,” she breathed.

He obeyed and picked up the pace. His thrusts turned sharper and deeper. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room, mixing with her sultry, pitched moans and his low grunts. She flexed her leg around him and pressed her heel into his ass to urge him on. 

Ken’s strokes stayed deep and heavy; every snap of his hips rocked Ayla’s upper body forward and tighter against him. Their bodies quickly slickened with sweat, and strands of her dark hair clung around her flushed face. Her leg remained hooked high over his hip, while his arms locked around her waist, holding her exactly how he wanted. His slow rolls and grinds slowly turned into something hungrier with every drag of his cock along her tight pussy. 

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and latched his mouth onto her slick skin, sucking and kissing like a man starved. Ayla’s lips parted into a soft moan as she wrapped her arms around his head to pull him deeper. This felt more than just fucking. It felt more intimate, more tender than usual. They could feel the connection between them swelling into something they couldn’t deny anymore. 

“Hmm, fuck… yes,” Ken rasped against her skin as he gave her a deep thrust that pressed against her cervix. “ I can be your boyfriend, Ayla.”

Ayla’s breath hitched from the words and the sensation of his throbbing cock perfectly filling her so that she could feel every vein and ridge he had. Her doubts melted away with every stroke. He made her feel so good all the time. He spoiled her rotten all the time. And most of all, he actually cared for her in ways she hadn’t experienced with her past exes, despite how shamelessly horny he was. 

“And you can be my girlfriend,” he continued. His words were punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin. “No more hiding. No more secrets. Just us. I’ll be so good to you.”

He pulled back just enough to look at her. Ayla’s hazel eyes were half-lidded and glazed with pure desire, cheeks flushed, and soft lips parted as she panted softly. 

“You like the sound of that?”

Ayla replied with a broken moan as another deep stroke of his cock struck one of her weak spots, making her toes curl. She nodded frantically as she barely managed to find words to respond. 

“Y-yes… Fuck… yes, Ken.”

He moved back down to her neck and growled. He snapped his hips forward, relentlessly slamming his cock into her. The wet, filthy sounds of their squelching sexes filled the room. Her slick pussy took every thick inch, his heavy balls slapping against her on every thrust.

“Mine,” Ken grunted, voice husky. “Say it.”

“Y-yours!” Ayla sobbed, her head tipping back and eyes rolling as the pleasure overwhelmed her. “Yours! Ah ah ah! Uh uh uh! Ouuuhhhh! I’ll be your girlfriend! Y-you… can be my boyfriend! Yes!”

Ken groaned deeply in his chest, his pace turning frantic and wild as he chased his impending orgasm. One hand slid down her slick back to her ass, and he grabbed her soft cheek, pulling her ever deeper onto his cock. 

“Cum for me,” he ordered. She felt her pussy tighten around him, the words pushing her to the brink. “Cum on your boyfriend’s cock.”

That sent her over. 

Ayla shattered. Her back arched, and a broken cry of pure ecstasy tore from her throat as her cunt clamped down hard around him, fluttering and pulsing violently. Her slick cream gushed around his shaft as her entire body shook, her leg locked tight around his waist as wave after wave crashed through her. 

Ken winced from the sensation of her wet walls desperately trying to milk him. It wasn’t long before he followed with his own orgasm. He buried himself one last time, his hips stuttered flush against her as he spilled inside her with a low, guttural groan. Thick ropes pulsed deep, filling her until they leaked out around him, leaving a mix of their arousal dripping down her thigh. 

They stay locked together, panting, trembling, sweaty foreheads pressed tight.

Ken kissed her neck softly, then her cheek, then her lips. It was slow and tender now as they rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms. 

“Girlfriend,” he murmured against her mouth, half-teasing, half-serious. 

Ayla laughed weakly. She was still breathless and involuntarily twitching from every subtle throb of his cock inside her. 

“Boyfriend,” she whispered back. 

He smiled and tightened his arms around her like he never planned to let go. 

They didn’t move for a while; they just held each other. They felt each other’s hearts thumping in tandem, and the words of their commitment still hung between them like a promise neither of them had expected to make today. 

It was totally unexpected, and it happened way too fast. 

But neither of them wanted to take it back.

To be continued…