I pause in the doorway, hand on the frame, steam already curling out behind me. For a second I pretend to think about it, biting back a smile. Then I look meet his bright green eyes.
“Well,” I murmur, letting my tone drop just enough to pull him forward, “maybe Idoneed a little help after all.” The grin that spreads across his face is all the answer I need before he follows me, closing the door behind us.
I move to the cabinet and pull out a towel, but before I can set it on the bathroom counter, Cairo’s chest brushes my shoulder. His hand slides over mine, rough fingers grazing my skin. “We can share yours.”
I turn my head slightly, lips curving. “Oh, yeah? You plan on sharing?”
He chuckles. “Guess you’ll have to find out, baby girl,” he says, tone dark and teasing. “But I don’t mind getting you wet first.” His hand drifts down, fingers tracing along the side of my hip as he whispers, “Then we can dry off together. The closer, the better.”
Steam fogs the mirror, heat and condensation filling the room. Cairo peels his shirt off, and my breath stutters.Tattoos snake across his arms, the ink gleaming under the low bathroom light. Every shift of muscle pulls my eyes with it—his shoulders and abs flexing. Yeah… the gym is absolutely his second home.
He tosses the shirt aside, his eyes dragging over me like he already knows what I’m thinking. The air’s thick with steam, but the real heat stands right in front of me.
“Don’t stop now,” he says, unbothered. “You said yes—so enjoy the show.”
My eyes trace his full sleeve—smoke rendered in ink so real it seems to drift off his skin, skulls layered through it in different sizes, each one carved with enough detail to look alive as they wrap around his arm. I take him in without hesitation, letting my gaze sweep over every inch of him as the space between us fades.
His grin has deepens, his gaze tracks every move as I tug at the knot in my tank, the fabric loosening before slipping free. I toss it onto the counter, heat prickling my skin under the weight of his stare.
He steps closer, undoing his belt slow—his green eyes never leaving mine. “You really gonna make me imagine the rest when I’ve already had you pinned against the wall,” he says, his rough voice deepening, “or you gonna show me?”
I tilt my head, lips curving into a slow smile. “Guess you’ll just have to keep watching to find out.”
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and ease them down inch by inch. In my head, I can almost hear the music, faint and sultry, a spotlight cutting through the haze. The thought makes me smile—how natural it feels, how easily I slip into it. Like I’ve already stepped into the role of a stripper without even thinking twice about it.
As my shorts hit the floor, I glance up—and freeze. He’s completely naked, his cock thick, heavy, a slick pearl of cum clinging to the tip.
“You know you like the view,” he says with a cocky smirk, making it jerk just enough to taunt me. “Don’t go shy on me now, baby girl.”
My mouth waters before I can stop it. I let my last bit of clothing fall to my ankles before kicking it free. My chest rises fast—there’s something about a beautiful, hard cock in front of me that excites me almost as much as it turns me on.
“I love staring at it,” I murmur, “but I love it even more when it’s inside me.” I step closer, my breasts pressing against his solid chest.
He growls and spins me around, steering me into the shower, his thick length grinding against my ass as I step into the hot water. I tip my head back, the water rushing over my skin, washing my makeup into faint streaks that swirl down the drain. My eyes fall shut, the warmth melting away the tightness in my jaw… easing the small, stubborn ache in my chest.
I grab my soap and work it over my skin, slow circles until my face feels clean, loosing myself in the simmer of the water. I rinse my face and drop my hands, only to remember I’m not alone. I turn through the steam, to see his fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slow as his eyes roam all over me.
“Fuck… baby girl,” he mutters, his loose curls dripping water into his eyes. “Come here before I lose it.”
He turns me around and presses me down, firm but careful, water sliding over my back, dripping down my hips. Getting fucked twice in this position today… my poor pussy doesn’t stand a chance.
He pushes two fingers deep inside me, stretching me open with slow thrusts—like it’ll make any difference with how big he is. He pulls his fingers out and drags them over my throbbing clit, stroking vigorously until I’m shaking.
He drives his thick cock into me, stealing my balance with the first thrust. He lifts me upright, his cock still buried deep inside me. “Jesus… you’re so fucking tight. And to think I almost thought Saint had been inside you already. Either he didn’t know what he was doing… or this pussy really is magical.”
I can only whimper, his pace too brutal for me to form a single word. Water splashes between my ass and his dick, loud as hell—like a damn water park—which only makes him glide in easier with every thrust.
“I want my cum dripping down your face. You can wash it off when I’m done using you,” he growls, twisting me around and shoving me down until my face is right where he wants it. Water pours over my head, clouding my vision, my eyes blinking through the blur.
I close my eyes and open my mouth, my tongue waiting for him. He traces the head of his cock along it, savoring the feeling before shoving himself inside. I swallow him whole as he fucks my mouth relentlessly. Drool, tears, and water run down my face, soaking my lips and chin.
He fucks my throat as rough as he can, pushing as far as my mouth will allow before his hot, thick cum flooding my mouth. He pulls out halfway through the release, the rest spilling over my face in thick warm streaks. I swallow hard before standing, licking the sides of my mouth, cum sliding from the corner of my eye down to my lips, heat curling tight in my chest.
I have to bite back a smile. Nothing this filthy should feel this good… but with him—being used feels so addicting.
Before I can get my balance, his hand clamps around the back of my neck and drags me into a breath-stealing kiss. He pulls back just long enough to breathe the same air as me, then slams his mouth into mine again.
“You’re so fucking sexy. And you swallowed?” he growls against my lips. “I’ve been missing out on that mouth.”
