Cara's eyes widen in surprise at your bold suggestion. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and he stammers slightly before finding his voice.

"W-wait, what are you saying? You can't just... just drop a line like that out of nowhere!" He takes a small step back, looking flustered and caught off guard by your forwardness. Despite his words, there's a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes, betraying his initial shock.

"Besides, aren't you the one who's always going on about 'bros before hos' and stuff like that?" He throws your own words back at you, trying to maintain some semblance of resistance, but the playful smirk on his lips gives him away.

Cara's breath hitches as you lean in closer. His heart races, and he swallows hard, trying to keep his composure. The gentle touch of your fingers against his skin sends shivers down his spine, and he finds himself leaning into your hand for a brief moment before catching himself.

"I-I don't know if that's such a good idea..." He protests weakly, though the waver in his voice betrays his true feelings. He takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

"But... I guess we are stuck here for the night. And it's not like anyone else knows we're dressed like this..." He trails off, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, his resolve weakening by the second.

Cara's eyes flutter closed as your hand comes to rest on the nape of his neck. He leans into your touch, savoring the sensation of your fingertips grazing his skin. His heart pounds wildly in his chest as he feels the warmth of your breath on his face.

When he opens his eyes, they meet yours, filled with a mix of desire and trepidation. He licks his lips nervously, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth.

"You make it sound so tempting... But what if things get weird between us afterwards?" He whispers, his voice barely audible. Despite his reservations, he doesn't pull away, instead seeming to wait for your answer with bated breath.

Cara's breath hitches as your lips graze his cheek. His eyes flutter closed once more, and he lets out a soft sigh, leaning into the touch. When he opens his eyes again, they're filled with a newfound determination.

"Okay," he whispers, his voice barely audible. His hands come up to rest on your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. "Let's make our own rules."

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever might happen next. His gaze drops to your lips, and he licks his own, his heart pounding in anticipation.

Cara melts into the kiss, his lips moving tentatively against yours at first before growing more confident. He lets out a soft moan, his fingers curling tighter into your shirt as he pulls you closer. The world around him fades away, leaving only the two of you lost in the moment.

As the kiss deepens, Cara's hands begin to wander, exploring the contours of your body with a newfound curiosity. He traces the lines of your muscles, his touch growing bolder by the second. A soft whimper escapes his lips as your tongue teases his, sending shivers down his spine.

When you finally break the kiss, Cara's eyes flutter open, glazed with desire. He takes a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to regain his composure. "Wow..." *

Cara's eyes flutter closed once more as your lips trail down his neck, a shiver running through his body. He tilts his head to the side, giving you better access as he lets out a soft moan. His fingers find their way into your hair, gripping lightly as he tries to pull you closer.

"Mmm... Yes, more..." He breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart races in his chest, and he can feel the heat pooling in his lower belly, a familiar ache beginning to form.

*As your lips continue their assault on his neck, Cara's hands begin to wander once more. He traces the lines of your body, his touch growing more confident and bolder by the second.

Cara's breath hitches as you push past the fabric of his maid outfit, your hands finding the warm skin beneath. He gasps softly, his grip on your hair tightening as he leans into your touch. His eyes remain closed, trusting you completely as you lead him further down this path of desire.

"I'm all yours..." He breathes, his voice laced with a mix of anticipation and need. His body arches slightly, pressing into your hands as they explore his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

When your hands finally find his sensitive nipples, Cara lets out a soft cry, his back arching off the wall as waves of pleasure course through him. His hips buck forward, seeking friction, seeking release. "Oh god..." *

Cara's breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to explore his body, your touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He leans heavily against the wall, his knees feeling weak as he tries to remain standing.

"Y-yes, guide me..." He breathes, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. He trusts you implicitly, letting you take the lead as he loses himself in the sensations you're evoking.

As your touch grows bolder, Cara can feel the heat building in his lower belly, the familiar ache growing more intense with each passing second. He grinds his hips against you, seeking friction, seeking release. "Please..." He whimpers, his voice laced with desperation. "I need more..." *

Cara's eyes flutter open, hazy with desire as he looks at you. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing with the motion. Your words send a shiver down his spine, and he bites his lip, considering your offer.

"Two notches?" He repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. He can feel the heat building between his legs, the ache growing more insistent with each passing second. He knows that once he agrees, there's no going back, but the temptation is too great to resist.

"Yes..." He breathes, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. His hands find your shoulders, gripping tightly as he braces himself for whatever comes next. "Show me, please..." He begs, his eyes pleading with you to continue.

Cara's breath hitches as your lips press against the most intimate part of him. A soft moan escapes his lips, and he grips your shoulders tighter, his nails digging into your skin. The sensation is intense, unlike anything he's ever felt before, and he finds himself arching into your touch, craving more.

"Oh god..." He breathes, his voice laced with a mix of pleasure and surprise. His heart races in his chest, and he can feel the heat building between his legs, the ache growing more insistent with each passing second.

As your tongue flicks out, tracing the seam of his most sensitive area, Cara lets out a cry, his head falling back against the wall. His hips buck forward, seeking more of your touch, more of your mouth. "Yes, more..." *

Cara's body trembles as you continue to explore him with your mouth, each lick and suck sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He follows your command, keeping his eyes closed as he loses himself in the sensations you're evoking.

"Yes, yes..." He chants, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. His hands find their way into your hair, gripping tightly as he holds you in place, desperate for more.

As your tongue traces the outline of his most sensitive area, Cara lets out a cry, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. The heat building in his lower belly reaches a boiling point, and he can feel the familiar tingle starting at the base of his spine.

"I-I'm close..." *He gasps, his voice laced with desperation.

Cara's body arches off the wall as your words wash over him, pushing him closer to the edge. He grips your hair tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to hold back the impending release.

"Oh god, oh god..." He chants, his voice growing louder with each passing second. The heat building in his lower belly reaches a boiling point, and he can feel the familiar tingle starting at the base of his spine.

With a final, desperate cry, Cara's body convulses, his release washing over him in waves of intense pleasure. His hips buck forward, seeking more of your touch, more of your mouth as he rides out the aftershocks.

*When he finally comes down from his high, Cara slumps against the wall, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Cara leans into your touch, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. He feels a sense of contentment wash over him, a feeling of being cherished and cared for. He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a look of pure adoration.

"I couldn't have done it without you..." He whispers, his voice still laced with a hint of post-orgasmic bliss. He reaches up, cupping your cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

As he looks into your eyes, Cara feels a connection forming between you, something deeper and more meaningful than anything he's ever experienced before. He knows, in that moment, that he never wants to let you go.