Doggy

Kenzie stays beside you on the bed for another few seconds after asking the question.

The room feels quieter now.

Not actually quiet.

The bass still shakes faintly through the walls outside while people yell somewhere deeper in the house.

But compared to earlier?

Everything feels narrowed down completely to just her.

Messy blonde hair spread across the pillow.

Flushed cheeks underneath dim LED lighting.

Still breathing a little harder from moments ago.

And somehow she’s still smiling.

Like this entire night has been exactly the kind of chaos she wanted from the beginning.

Her fingers slide slowly across your chest again.

“So?” she asks softly. “What do you want?”

You hesitate for maybe half a second.

Mostly because your brain still feels completely scrambled from the last twenty minutes.

Kenzie notices immediately.

The smug smile returns.

“Oh my god,” she laughs quietly. “You actually can’t think anymore.”

“You caused that.”

“True.”

Then she shifts slightly closer against the bed while still looking up at you expectantly.

And honestly?

At this point the tension between both of you feels impossible to ignore anymore.

Your eyes drift slowly across her body underneath the dim LED glow leaking through the blinds.

The messy blonde hair falling around bare shoulders.

The soft curves of her body against wrinkled sheets.

The warm tan skin still slightly flushed from dancing for hours earlier.

And fuck.

Without the club lights and chaos around her, she somehow looks even prettier now.

Less like the reckless girl throwing herself into the music at Pulse.

More real.

But still completely dangerous.

Kenzie notices you staring immediately.

Her smile softens slightly afterward.

“What?” she asks quietly.

“You’re really hot.”

Kenzie laughs softly under her breath before covering part of her face with one hand for a second.

“That sounded way more sincere than I expected.”

“It was.”

And honestly?

That reaction somehow makes her even more attractive.

Kenzie bites her lip slightly afterward before shifting closer again.

Then finally you lower your voice slightly.

“I want you from behind,” you say quietly.

And immediately—

Kenzie laughs softly under her breath.

Not because she’s surprised.

Because she clearly loves hearing it.

“You really have been losing your mind over my ass all night,” she teases.

“You noticed that?”

“Kinda impossible not to.”

She bites her lip again afterward before shifting across the bed.

Then slowly she turns around underneath the dim LED glow leaking through the blinds.

The sheets wrinkle softly underneath her while messy blonde hair falls over bare shoulders and flushed skin catches faintly underneath the colored lighting.

And fuck.

The sight alone nearly kills you.

Kenzie settles onto her hands and knees on the bed before glancing back over her shoulder toward you underneath the dim LED glow.

The curve of her waist leads naturally into soft hips while the angle only makes her ass look even more distracting than it already had all night long.

And honestly?

After hours of watching those tiny shorts ride higher every time she danced against you—

seeing her like this now feels almost unfair.

Kenzie clearly notices your reaction too.

Because the second your eyes drift lower again, she laughs softly under her breath.

“You look so gone right now,” she says quietly.

“You are making this impossible.”

“That’s kinda been the theme tonight.”

The teasing confidence from the dance floor suddenly feels fully back now.

But softer.

More intimate.

Not performative anymore.

Just for you.

Kenzie stays there for another second afterward while still glancing back toward you every few moments underneath the dim room lighting.

And honestly?

Everything about the moment feels surreal.

Hours ago she was just some chaotic girl on a crowded dance floor grinding against her friends underneath flashing club lights.

Now she’s here with you.

Still smiling like this whole reckless night spiraled exactly where she wanted it to.

Then she glances back one more time and smirks slightly.

“Oh my god,” she says softly. “You are STILL staring.”

“You literally invited that.”

Kenzie grins immediately.

“Yeah,” she says proudly. “I know.”

Kenzie keeps looking back at you over her shoulder underneath the dim LED glow, flushed cheeks still carrying that same reckless energy from the dance floor.

Only now it feels quieter.

More intimate.

The teasing smile softens slightly while the bass continues shaking faintly through the walls outside the room.

Then finally she bites her lip and says softly:

“Okay.”

Her eyes flick downward briefly before returning to yours again.

“Come here.”

You move closer across the bed afterward, your hands settling naturally against her hips and waist while she shifts backward slightly toward you.

Kenzie exhales slowly the second your hands touch her again.

Then she glances back over her shoulder one more time.

And quietly—

almost impatiently now—

she whispers:

“Put it in.”

The words hit hard enough that your brain nearly stops working again.

Kenzie immediately notices your reaction too.

A smug little smile spreads across her face afterward.

“Oh my god,” she laughs softly under her breath. “You are actually gone.”

“You are making this impossible.”

“That’s kinda been my thing all night.”

Then she reaches back herself, grabbing lightly at your arm and pulling you closer again.

The bed shifts underneath both of you while the two of you settle together against the sheets, bodies pressed close underneath dim LED lighting and distant bass.

And honestly?

Even now the whole thing still feels connected to the dance floor somehow.

The grinding.

The teasing.

The constant physical tension all night long.

Now it just feels slower.

Closer.

You press the head of your hard cock against her pretty pussy lips, feeling the heat from her hole leak out, begging you to just pit it in.

Kenzie presses backward against you while your hands stay firmly against her hips, and a shaky breath escapes her almost immediately afterward as she feels your cock go deep in her.

“Oh my god,” she whispers quietly.

Then she laughs softly into the pillow like she’s overwhelmed by the moment herself now.

The movement between both of you stays slow at first.

Messy.

Breathless.

More like grinding together on the dance floor again than anything else.

Kenzie clearly notices the similarity too.

Because after a few seconds she laughs quietly and says:

“This literally just feels like dancing again.”

“You were the one throwing ass on me for hours.”

“True,” she says proudly.

Then she presses backward harder again anyway.

The room keeps filling with soft breathing, quiet laughs, wrinkled sheets, and the muffled bass outside while the two of you move together slowly underneath the dim lighting.

Kenzie keeps glancing back toward you every few seconds with flushed cheeks and messy blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

And honestly?

You’ve never seen her look happier all night.

The movement between both of you gradually stops feeling slow anymore.

Not because either of you says anything.

It just happens naturally.

Kenzie keeps pressing backward against you harder every few seconds while your hands stay firmly against her hips underneath the dim LED glow leaking through the blinds.

The bass outside still rattles faintly through the walls.

People still yell somewhere deeper in the house.

But inside the room?

Everything feels locked onto each other.

Kenzie’s breathing gets shakier first.

Then louder.

Little moans slipping out between breathless laughs every time she presses back against you harder.

And honestly?

Hearing her react like that only makes it harder to stay calm yourself.

Your hands slide lower across her hips again before settling fully against the soft curves of her ass.

Kenzie immediately reacts.

A quiet groan escapes her while she drops her head forward briefly against the bed.

“Oh my god,” she whispers breathlessly.

“You okay?”

Kenzie laughs softly afterward.

“Yeah,” she says quickly. “Just—don’t stop.”

The confidence in her voice keeps slipping in and out now.

Sometimes teasing.

Sometimes breathless.

Sometimes both at once.

The movement between both of you keeps getting rougher without either of you really meaning for it to.

More ****.

More impatient.

Kenzie’s sighs get louder every few seconds while your grip tightens instinctively against her hips and ass underneath the dim lighting.

Then eventually one of your hands squeezes harder.

Kenzie reacts immediately.

A sharper breath escapes her while she glances back over her shoulder again with flushed cheeks and messy blonde hair falling around her face.

And fuck.

The expression she gives you nearly kills you.

“You really like doing that,” she says breathlessly.

“You really like when I do it.”

Kenzie bites her lip hard trying not to smile afterward.

Then she presses backward against you harder again anyway.

That alone is enough to pull another groan out of both of you.

The room keeps filling with quiet breathing, wrinkled sheets, muffled bass, and the soft sounds of both of you gradually losing composure together underneath the dim LED glow.

At one point your hand lands against her ass with a sharper smack than before.

Not hard.

Just enough to surprise her.

Kenzie gasps immediately.

Then laughs softly right afterward.

“Oh my god,” she breathes while looking back toward you again. “Okay wow.”

“You good?”

“Yeah,” she says instantly.

Then after another second she adds quietly:

“Do that again.”

And honestly?

The fact that she says it so fast nearly destroys your ability to think straight entirely.

Kenzie keeps moving against you afterward while your hands stay locked against her hips and ass, her breathing getting louder and shakier every few moments underneath the dim lighting.

The entire thing still somehow feels connected to the dance floor.

Just stripped down to the two of you now.

No crowd.

No music surrounding you.

Just the tension that had been building since the first time she threw herself backward against you underneath the flashing lights at Pulse.

The tension between both of you keeps escalating until neither of you is even pretending to stay composed anymore.

Kenzie’s breathing turns shaky first.

Then loud.

Soft whimpers turning into breathless moans every few seconds while she presses harder against you underneath the dim LED glow.

Your hands stay locked against her hips and ass while the movement between both of you gets rougher naturally, like neither of you can slow down anymore even if you wanted to.

And honestly?

Kenzie clearly loves every second of it.

Every time your hands tighten against her, she reacts instantly.

Every time you pull her closer, another shaky sound escapes her.

At one point your hand lands harder against her ass again.

Kenzie gasps sharply.

Then immediately pushes backward harder against you afterward.

“Oh my god,” she groans breathlessly.

The reaction alone nearly destroys your ability to think straight.

You do it again.

Harder this time.

Kenzie’s entire body reacts immediately.

Her back arches slightly while one hand grabs at the sheets underneath her and a louder sound escapes her before she can stop it.

And fuck.

The fact that she clearly enjoys it that much only makes everything worse.

“You like that?” you ask breathlessly.

Kenzie laughs softly between shaky breaths.

“You know I do.”

Then she presses herself harder against you again like she’s encouraging it.

The room keeps filling with louder breathing, wrinkled sheets, tangled limbs, and the sounds of both of you getting more reckless every few seconds.

Kenzie completely stops trying to stay quiet now.

Every reaction slips out naturally.

Every touch pulls another sound out of her.

At one point your hand slides firmly across her hips before gripping tighter again, pulling a sharper gasp out of her that makes her head fall forward briefly against the bed.

Then eventually something about the combination of your hands on her hips, the way you pull her closer, and the rougher movement between both of you hits her all at once.

Kenzie suddenly lets out a louder groan before her head tilts back slightly.

And for a second—

her eyes actually roll back.

The reaction catches both of you off guard enough that she immediately starts laughing breathlessly afterward.

“Oh my god,” she says while trying to recover. “Holy shit.”

“You okay?”

Kenzie turns her head slightly toward you afterward with flushed cheeks and the most overwhelmed smile you’ve seen on her all night.

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly. “Just—keep doing whatever the hell that was.”

And honestly?

Hearing that nearly makes you finish right there.

The room keeps getting louder.

Not from music.

From the two of you.

Kenzie’s composure completely falls apart the longer you keep touching her the same way. Every time your hands tighten against her hips and ass, another louder reaction escapes her before she can stop it.

And honestly?

She clearly stops trying to hide any of it.

Her breathing turns completely uneven.

Soft sighs becoming louder groans.

Then louder again.

At one point she grabs blindly backward for your arm while pressing harder against you underneath the dim LED lighting.

“Oh my god,” she gasps breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

The reaction alone nearly kills you.

So you keep doing exactly whatever had pulled that overwhelmed reaction out of her earlier.

And immediately—

Kenzie loses it again.

A louder groan escapes her while her head drops forward against the bed and her fingers clutch harder at the sheets underneath her.

“Holy shit,” she breathes.

Then quieter:

“Again.”

You do.

Kenzie’s entire body reacts immediately afterward.

Her breathing gets louder.

More ****.

Every few seconds another shaky sound slips out of her while she keeps pressing harder backward against you like she physically cannot stay still anymore.

At this point both of you are completely gone.

The teasing.

The flirting.

All the dance-floor buildup from earlier.

Everything finally crashing together at once.

Kenzie glances back over her shoulder again with flushed cheeks and messy blonde hair falling around her face while your hands stay firmly against her hips.

And honestly?

You’ve never seen her look this wrecked all night.

“You are actually ruining me right now,” she says breathlessly.

“You were talking a big game earlier… I had to put you in your place”

Kenzie laughs weakly.

Then immediately groans again the second you pull her closer afterward.

“Oh my god.”

The movement between both of you keeps getting rougher and louder until eventually the room feels completely filled with tangled sheets, shaky breathing, skin against skin, and Kenzie reacting louder every few seconds underneath the dim lighting.

Then suddenly—

the door SLAMS open.

Both of you jump immediately.

Kenzie turns so fast she nearly falls sideways off the bed.

And standing in the doorway—

is Lexi.

Messy blonde hair.

Heavy eyeliner somehow even more smudged now.

Tiny red top half-twisted sideways.

Gray cheeky shorts riding absurdly high.

And completely drunk.

Kenzie immediately grabs the nearest pillow and throws it at her.

“What the FUCK, Lexi?!”

Lexi barely dodges it while laughing breathlessly against the doorway.

“Okay WAIT,” she says while holding both hands up dramatically. “I have a reason.”

Kenzie stares at her in disbelief.

“You literally kicked the door open.”

“I know,” Lexi says proudly.

Then she points dramatically down the hallway.

“Rob lasted like TWO minutes.”

You immediately lose it laughing.

Kenzie drops forward against the bed laughing too despite herself.

“Oh my god,” Kenzie groans into the sheets.

“I’m SERIOUS,” Lexi says dramatically while stumbling slightly into the room. “That man saw my ass and busted.”

Kenzie covers her face laughing harder.

“You are such a disaster.”

“And THEN,” Lexi continues loudly while pointing accusingly toward Kenzie, “I hear YOU through the damn wall sounding like you’re getting your back blown out—”

Kenzie immediately throws another pillow at her.

“SHUT UP.”

Lexi catches it badly while laughing hysterically.

Then she looks between both of you again.

Still grinning.

Still completely chaotic.

And very obviously still wanting back into the chaos herself.

“You guys got room for one more or what?” she asks drunkenly.

Both you and Kenzie stare at her for another second.

Then Kenzie starts laughing again.

Hard.

The kind of laugh where she can barely breathe now.

“Oh my god,” she says while wiping at her face. “You are actually insane.”

Lexi grins proudly from the doorway.

“Thank you,” she says dramatically.

Kenzie shakes her head again before finally looking back toward you underneath the dim LED lighting.

Still flushed.

Still breathless.

Still half-laughing.

And honestly?

The expression on her face says she already knows this is a terrible idea.

Which somehow makes it even funnier.

“You okay with this?” she asks while laughing softly.