Chapter 71: Lira’s (R18) (Buy Privilege Please)

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"Well, you are an idiot, do you know that?" Lira said.

Kyle was at her place after his shift. He had come over because he wanted to see her, and because he had promised he would spend time with her as soon as he could. He had been here for more than two hours and cuddling with her right now.

They had talked a lot and also Lira had scolded him about his idiocracy.

"I know... I know. But it won’t change the fact that you’re dating this idiot though," he told her, turning to look directly into her eyes.

*Pull.*

The moment their eyes locked, Kyle wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her into a firm hug. Lira was caught off guard.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered.

She hadn’t expected the sudden affection, but she didn’t push him away. Instead she reciprocated, burying her face against his chest and letting his warmth sink into her.

"Well, the AC is making me cold, so I pulled you in..." he said with a small smile, clearly knowing exactly what he was doing. "Because I know you’re the only one who can make me feel actual warmth."

He leaned down until their noses almost touched. Their breaths mixed in the small space between them.

"I know what you’re trying to do, right?" Lira chuckled lightly.

She rubbed her nose against his, feeling his breath on her skin, then hooked one leg over his and pulled his hips closer.

"Maybe. Or maybe not."

Kyle closed the last bit of distance and kissed her.

Their lips met, and the kiss quickly deepened. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, and she answered just as eagerly. It felt hungry—like two people who had been holding back for too long. Lira’s hands slid up his back while his fingers tightened on her waist.

After a long moment Kyle’s hands moved lower. He gripped her firmly, then rolled them over in one smooth motion so that Lira ended up straddling his lap on the bed. She let out a small surprised sound against his mouth, now sitting fully on top of him.

The loose pajama pants she wore rode up her thighs. Underneath them she had nothing on. Kyle’s hands slid under the soft fabric and gripped her bare ass, squeezing as he pulled her down against the growing hardness in his jeans.

Lira broke the kiss just long enough to breathe.

"You’re already hard..."

"Your fault," he muttered, and pulled her back into another deep kiss.

She started grinding against him, slow at first, then with more purpose. The thin material of her pajamas did nothing to hide how warm and soft she felt. Kyle’s hands pushed the tank top up, exposing her breasts. He leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly while his tongue flicked over it.

*Slurp... suck...*

"Mmh—" Lira’s breath hitched. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kept rolling her hips against him. The friction made both of them more impatient.

Kyle reached between them and tugged her pajama pants down further. Lira lifted her hips to help, and once they were out of the way he freed himself from his jeans. His cock sprang free, already fully hard. He rubbed the head along her bare pussy and found her completely wet.

"No underwear," he noted, voice rough.

"Didn’t feel like wearing any," she answered, cheeks flushed.

He didn’t wait any longer. Holding her hips, he guided her down onto him. The thick head pushed inside, stretching her open.

*Schliiick—*

Lira’s mouth fell open in a soft, shaky moan as she sank down until he was fully buried inside her. She stayed still for a second, adjusting to the fullness, then began to move.

She rode him with steady, deliberate rolls of her hips at first. The wet sound of her pussy taking his cock filled the quiet living room.

*Schlick... schlick... schlick...*

Kyle kept one hand on her waist and the other on her breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple while she moved. Lira braced her hands on his chest and picked up the pace, lifting higher and dropping down harder. Her tank top was bunched above her breasts, leaving them free to bounce with every movement.

"Fuck... you feel good," she breathed.

Kyle thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm. The soft sound of her ass meeting his thighs grew louder and wetter. Lira’s moans became more frequent, less restrained. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the back of the couch, and started riding him harder—chasing the feeling with clear intent.

*Plap-plap-plap-plap*

Kyle’s hands gripped her hips tighter, helping her slam down onto him. The angle let him go deep, and every time she dropped he felt her clench around him. Lira’s head tipped back, dark hair falling over her shoulders, honey-brown eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

"Harder," she panted. "I can take it."

He gave her what she asked for. His upward thrusts turned stronger, meeting her every time she came down. The wet, filthy sounds of their fucking filled the apartment. Lira’s moans grew louder, almost broken, as she bounced on his cock with increasing urgency.

*urgh- fuck me-*

Kyle sat up further, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her into another messy kiss while still fucking up into her. Lira moaned into his mouth, her movements growing more desperate. He could feel her starting to tighten around him.

"You’re close," he muttered against her lips.

She only nodded, too focused on the building pressure. Kyle kept one hand on her hip and slid the other between them, rubbing firm circles over her clit while she rode him. The added stimulation made her cry out.

"Kyle—ahh—"

Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy clamped down around him in tight, rhythmic pulses as a trembling moan tore from her throat. Wetness spilled over his cock and down onto his thighs. She kept moving through it, grinding down as the waves rolled through her.

Kyle didn’t stop. He held her hips and continued thrusting up into her fluttering heat, chasing his own orgasm. Lira was still shaking from her climax, soft aftershocks making her clench around him every few seconds. The extra tightness pushed him over the edge quickly.

He pulled her down firmly onto him and came with a low, rough groan, cock throbbing as he emptied inside her in thick pulses. Lira felt every spurt and let out a weak, satisfied sound, staying seated on him while he finished.

For a while afterward they stayed like that—Lira still straddling him, his cock softening inside her, both of them breathing hard. Her tank top was still pushed up, pajama pants tangled around one ankle. Cum slowly leaked out around where they were joined and onto his lap.

Lira rested her forehead against his, a small, tired smile on her lips.

"You’re still an idiot," she murmured.

Kyle’s hands stroked slowly up and down her bare back.

"Your idiot," he answered.

She huffed a soft laugh and kissed him again slower this time, lingering while they stayed wrapped around each other on the couch, in no hurry to move.