Ren smirked up at her, his broad chest heaving as he caught his own breath. He reached up, his hand settling comfortably on the curve of her bare hip. "You were the one who told me to shut up and do it. And then you told me not to do it right as I was lost in the sensation. Mixed signals."
Maki smacked his hand away immediately.
"That wasn't permission to completely ignore me," she muttered. She crossed her arms over her chest. "We are only continuing if you promise not to pull that shit again."
Ren raised an eyebrow, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face. "Continuing?"
Maki clicked her tongue. She shifted her weight forward slightly, her slick, wet center dragging deliberately across his stomach. "Did I stutter? Promise."
Ren smiled, completely focused on her again. "Promise?" he whispered, moving his hands up her legs. "I'll make you a deal, boss. But it goes both ways."
Before Maki could click her tongue or guess what he was doing, Ren shifted his weight. In one smooth, deliberate motion, he caught her by the waist and rolled, using his momentum to pin her flat onto her back against the mattress.
"Hey—" Maki started, her hands coming up to brace instinctively against his shoulders, her eyes widening in surprise.
"You had your turn being in charge," Ren said. He leaned over her, using his body weight to hold her legs down. "My room, my rules now."
Maki glared up at him, her face still burning a bright, furious red, but she didn't actually push him off. Instead, her fingers curled slightly into the muscles of his shoulders, her breathing remaining shallow and quick.
Ren reached down, his fingers catching the edge of her dark green lace bra. With a quick, practiced flick, he unhooked the clasp and slid the thin material down her arms, tossing it onto the floor to join the rest of their discarded clothes.
Without the restriction of the lace, her breasts fell free, heavy and perfectly shaped against her toned chest. Ren caught his breath for a split second, his eyes tracing the line of her skin down to the small, distinct mole resting just above the swell of her left breast. Combined with the jagged, harsh lines of the new burn scars crawling up her side, the contrast was staggering.
"See? I told you," Ren murmured, his voice dropping into a rough, low register as he leaned down closer. "Dangerously distracting."
Maki swallowed hard, her chest heaving as she tried to maintain her stubborn glare under his intense gaze. "Shut up and stop staring," she whispered, though her voice lacked any real bite, her internal walls already clenching with anticipation in the dark.
Ren chuckled softly, his hands moving to rest flat against the mattress on either side of her shoulders, leaning down just enough that his chest brushed against hers.
Ren didn't stay on the mattress. He slid his hands down, hooking his forearms firmly under the backs of Maki's knees. Before she could process the shift in leverage, he stood up, lifting her entire weight effortlessly.
Maki let out a startled breath. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to steady herself. Ren crossed the dark room in three strides and pressed her flat against the drywall.
The sudden cold of the wall hit her bare back. She shivered, her fingers locking tightly onto his shoulders.
Ren stepped forward, using his body to pin her against the wall in the dark. He shifted his hips, trying to push straight inside her. But because of the awkward angle, he completely missed. Instead, he accidentally pressed hard against her back door.
Maki hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Idiot, that's the wrong oneeeeee," she gasped.
"Blame the wall," Ren muttered. He adjusted his grip, lifting her legs a little higher.
He tilted his hips, making sure he was lined up at the right spot this time. He didn't hesitate. He pushed forward, sliding all the way inside her tight heat in one heavy, deep thrust.
The sudden, uncompromising stretch forced a loud, high moan straight out of Maki's throat. She dropped her head against his shoulder, her jaw clenching as her internal walls clamped down around him like a vise.
Ren held her suspended there, letting her adjust to the deep pressure. He turned his head, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Do you like being pinned against a wall, boss?" he murmured, a low, teasing edge in his voice.
Maki's chest heaved against him. She prided herself on running the show, needing to be the one calling the shots to prove she wasn't weak. But having his heavy frame completely overpower her, holding her suspended in the dark like she weighed absolutely nothing—it spiked a raw, desperate heat straight to her core. She thoroughly enjoyed the sheer weight of him dominating her.
She would just rather jump into a pit of curses than ever admit it out loud.
"Shut... up," Maki choked out, her voice completely shaking. She grabbed the back of his hair, yanking his face in for a rough, desperate kiss just to stop him from talking.
Ren didn't let her finish the thought. He surged forward, accelerating the pace against the drywall with aggressive, heavy thrusts.
Maki's legs locked tighter around his waist, her fingers knotting into his hair as the relentless friction pushed her nervous system to its absolute limit. Her muffled, breathy moans poured directly into his mouth, swallowed up by the heavy collision of their lips.
The sensation was sharp and completely raw. Ren's breathing turned ragged, a low grunt vibrating in his chest as his core muscles locked up, signaling the sudden, imminent crest of his second release.
Feeling the shift in his posture, Maki violently broke the kiss. Her teeth clamped down hard on the column of his neck, biting into his scarred shoulder with bruising force. "Out!" she rasped against his skin, her voice completely broken. "Pull out!"
At the absolute last fraction of a second, Ren reacted. He braced his boots against the floor and hauled his length completely free of her tight center. A heavy, hot surge of his cum erupted across her stomach and thighs, leaving a glistening, thick trail in the dim light.
Maki slumped against him, her chest heaving as she let out a long, trembling whine.
Ren didn't give her a chance to recover or snap at him. He moved seamlessly, lowering her legs back to the floor before turning her around and shoving her flat against the edge of the mattress. Maki went willingly, her forearms bracing on the sheets as she remained on her knees, her hips arched high in a vulnerable, desperate invitation.