Mika didn't expect much when Yuri handed her the client slip.
Client: Male. Age 26. First visit. Repeat scheduled.
She raised an eyebrow. "Repeat? Already?"
Yuri grinned. "He booked three sessions in advance. Said he's only interested in you."
Mika smirked. "That's either charming or unsettling."
"He said — and I quote — 'She has the kind of face I'd ruin gently.'"
Mika blinked, heat rising to her cheeks.
"…I see."
The man at the door didn't disappoint.
Tall, lean, dressed like he didn't need to try — black slacks, white shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to reveal strong forearms. A watch that cost rent. His face was handsome, but it was the confidence that hit her first.
"Hi," he said, eyes sweeping over her body with a gaze that felt like a fingertip trailing down her spine. "You're even more beautiful in person."
She leaned on the frame. "You always say that?"
"Only when I'm this hard already."
He held out his hand. "I'm Sora."
She took it. His grip was warm and slow, fingers wrapping around hers like he was memorizing her skin.
"I'm Mika."
"I know," he said. "I've been thinking about this for weeks."
He didn't sit.
He stepped inside and pulled the door shut, backing her into the room with nothing but presence.
She liked taking the lead. But something about Sora made her body respond before her brain caught up.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, then leaned in and kissed her — firm and soft, confident and teasing, his tongue sweeping hers as she gasped into his mouth.
"You taste like I thought you would," he murmured. "Warm. Expensive."
She laughed, breathless. "You're very good at this."
"I've fantasized about this moment every night. I've had practice."
He stepped behind her.
His hands found her hips through her robe, pulling her against the hard ridge in his pants.
"Let me see what I paid for," he whispered.
She let him untie her sash.
The robe slipped off her shoulders, puddling at her feet.
She wore nothing underneath.
Sora groaned softly. "Fuck me…"
His hands came up to cup her breasts from behind, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were pebble-hard. She moaned, leaning back into him.
"Sensitive already?" he teased.
"You're not the only one who's been fantasizing," she breathed.
He turned her around and kissed her again — hungrier this time.
Then he lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her across the room and pressed her back against the full-length mirror.
Mika gasped as the cool glass hit her skin.
"Wanna watch yourself while I make you scream," he growled.
He dropped to his knees.
Still holding her thighs open, he buried his face between her legs and devoured her.
"F-fuck!" she cried, head rolling back, hands in his hair.
His tongue was relentless — flicking her clit, then sucking hard, then plunging inside her. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider, lifting her hips so she had nowhere to escape the pleasure.
He looked up once — eyes glazed, face slick.
"You taste insane," he groaned. "I could eat you for hours."
Then he sucked her clit between his lips and tongue-flicked it rapidly.
She exploded — gasping, moaning, her legs trembling as she came against his mouth.
But he didn't stop.
He carried her to the bed and tossed her gently onto her back, crawling over her as she panted.
His mouth was shiny with her arousal.
"I need to fuck you now," he whispered.
She reached for his pants. "Then do it."
He undressed quickly.
Mika's breath hitched when she saw his cock — thick, veiny, and already dripping at the tip.
She grinned. "You've been holding that back?"
"You'll feel it," he growled.
He spread her legs wide and pushed in.
Slow.
Her walls stretched around him inch by inch. Mika gasped, her nails digging into his back.
"God… you're so deep…"
Sora moaned into her neck, biting lightly.
"You're tight," he hissed. "Like you were made for this."
He began to thrust.
Long, smooth strokes. In and out, grinding his hips to press against her clit.
Her moans got louder with every stroke.
She locked her ankles behind his back, pulling him deeper.
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
"Take it."
"I—I'm taking it—fuck, I need it—"
He fucked her harder. The bed creaked under them. Their sweat mixed. Her pussy was soaking, slick sounds filling the room with every thrust.
When she came again — screaming this time — he flipped her over without warning.
"On all fours."
She obeyed.
He slid back into her from behind — the new angle making her cry out as he hit her deeper.
He grabbed her hair, arching her back, pounding her faster now.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Wet. Tight. Filthy.
"Fuck, Mika," he groaned, hips slamming into her ass. "You feel unreal."
He reached around and fingered her clit as he fucked her — and she lost it again, collapsing forward, body shaking violently as her third orgasm ripped through her.
But he still wasn't done.
He pulled out and dragged her to the chair in the corner.
"Ride me."
She straddled him and sank down onto his cock — slowly, whimpering.
He watched her breasts bounce as she rode him, hands gripping the back of the chair, her thighs trembling from the overstimulation.
He kissed her hard, then leaned back.
"Show me how bad you want it."
She bounced faster, her moans sharp now, losing control, hips grinding desperately.
"I—I'm gonna—oh fuck—Sora—!"
He grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, groaning as he finally let go.
He came deep inside her, cock throbbing, their sweat-slick bodies pressed together as they both trembled through the aftershocks.
She slumped against his chest, breathless, her face buried in his neck.
"…That was… not normal," she whispered.
He chuckled.
"I told you I'd be back next week."
She lifted her head, eyes still hazy.
"You better be."