Chapter 11: When I’m Bad

It took only a moment for Faith and Paul to realize that Kacie was out cold. She lay slumped against his chest, completely still save for the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her breath. Her body, so recently trembling with pleasure, was now boneless in sleep, every part of her given over in exhaustion.

Faith let out a quiet, amused laugh and leaned in to kiss Kacie’s shoulder. “She actually passed out.”

Paul chuckled too, cradling Kacie carefully. “That’s a first.”

With the same care they’d shown her during the peak of pleasure, they gently shifted her body. Faith helped guide her off Paul, laying her on a nearby lounger in the shade. She stirred faintly but didn’t wake. Her body glowed with a post-orgasmic sheen, lips parted, hair wild across the towel.

Faith glanced down as Paul stepped away, her eyes dropping immediately to his still-slick, semi-hard cock.

“You didn’t cum?” she whispered.

He shook his head once.

Her smile curved wicked and knowing. “Good.”

Before he could reply, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her mouth warm and wet as she took him in. She sucked slowly at first, cleaning him, tasting Kacie still on his skin. She paused, looked up with dark, mischievous eyes, and said softly, “I love tasting her on you ... but she’s going to need to be punished for leaving you like this.”

Paul exhaled, his hand resting on her head, his body stiffening as she took him deeper.

He knew this side of Faith well — the one that burned to be used, to be commanded. But with women, she could shift in a heartbeat. She loved taking control, loved the power she had when she gave orders instead of receiving them.

And right now? She wanted both.

As soon as he was fully hard again, she stood, grabbed his hand, and dragged him back into the cabana without another word. The bedroom was still warm with sunlight, the bed rumpled from earlier, sheets half-pulled down.

She spun, eyes blazing. “No teasing. No foreplay. I want to be fucked.”

Paul didn’t hesitate.

He lifted her easily, turned her around, and bent her over the edge of the bed. One hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her down, while the other wrapped around his cock, guiding it to her soaked entrance.

Faith groaned as he slid in deep on the first thrust. “Yes. Just like that. Hard. Harder.”

Her voice was loud, raw, filled with urgency. There was no gentleness in this — just need. Paul began to pound into her, hips snapping forward, his grip fierce on her waist as he gave her exactly what she asked for. Faith’s hands clenched the sheets, her body jerking with every thrust.

“Fuck me,” she cried out. “Use me. Fill me. I need it.”

Paul, still riding the denial of his earlier frustration, held nothing back. His thrusts were brutal and fast, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room, matched only by the chorus of Faith’s moans and cries.

This wasn’t lovemaking. This was something hotter. Rougher. A fire that needed to burn itself out.

Faith came hard, her whole body tensing, her voice hoarse with the force of it. And just as she started to come down, Paul grunted, buried himself to the hilt, and spilled inside her, thick and deep, holding her in place as he pulsed through his own release.

They collapsed side by side, limbs tangled, hearts racing.

It wasn’t until a few seconds later that they heard the soft gasp.

Both turned their heads — and there was Kacie, standing in the bedroom doorway, wrapped in a towel, wide-eyed and flushed.

“Fuck,” she said, blinking. “That was ... intense.”

Faith rolled onto her back, legs still spread, cum leaking between her thighs as she caught her breath. She looked up at Kacie, eyes glinting with heat and humor.

“You passed out,” she said. “And left him hanging.”

Kacie stepped closer, still dazed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Faith cut her off with a smile. “Don’t apologize. But just know ... you’ll be punished for it later.”