“Yes,” I hiss, because honesty is the only thing left. “I want you to fuck me. Just like this. Messy. Real. Now.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
In one smooth motion, he spins me around, pressing my palms flat against the tile. The water hits my back, my ass, the heat of his body a brand against mine. His cock slides between my thighs, not inside—not yet—just teasing, the thick head dragging through my folds making me shiver with anticipation.
“You’re sure?” he asks again, his voice a growl in my ear, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin of my neck.
I push back against him, my ass cradling his cock, and he groans, the sound raw, almost pained.
“Fuck me, Tom,” I demand. “Or I swear to all that is holy—”
He laughs, dark and breathless, and then his hand is tangling in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat. His other hand grips my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
And then he’s inside me.
One thrust, deep and unrelenting, stretching me open in a way that has my vision whiting out for a second. I cry out, the sound swallowed by the steam, by the pounding water, by the way his mouth crashes down on mine as he fucks me like he’s been starving for it.
“God, you feel—” He doesn’t finish. He can’t. His hips snap forward, his cock driving into me with a wet, obscene sound, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”
I can feel it—the drag of him, the way my body clings to his, the slick heat of my own arousal mixing with the water, with the blood, with the sheer, filthy reality of what we’re doing. It’s too much. It’s everything.
His free hand slides around my front, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in tight, punishing circles that have my legs shaking.
“Come for me,” he orders, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock, Chloe. I want you to drown me.”
And just like that, I’m there—tipping over the edge with a broken cry, my body clamping down around him, my orgasm ripping through me in waves that leave me boneless, gasping.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the water still falling, the steam still curling around us like a living thing.
Then Tom presses a kiss to the back of my neck, his lips lingering against my skin.
“Still good?” he murmurs.
I laugh, because what else is there to do? My body is a live wire, my skin oversensitive, my heart still hammering against my ribs.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’m good.”
So good. And in so much trouble.
Chapter 14
Tom
The water still drumsagainst my skin, hot and relentless, but the heat between us burns even fiercer. Chloe’s back arches as I drag my fingers through her soaked curls, my thumb pressing firm circles over her clit. She lets out a quiet moan that goes straight to my spine. I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock, desperate for another orgasm. The steam clings to us, thick and suffocating, but all I can focus on is the way her body responds to mine—how her nipples harden under my touch, how her breath turns ragged when I lean in and bite the soft flesh of her shoulder.
“Fuck, Tom—” Her voice cracks, her fingers digging into the slick tiles as her hips jerk backward, chasing the pressure. I don’t let up, my other hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks, holding her steady as I work her. The water runs pink between her thighs, but neither of us gives a damn. It’s messy. It’s real. And the way she’s panting, the way her body tightens like a bowstring, tells me she’s close.
“That’s it,” I growl against her ear. She glances back at me and there is a look on her face that I can’t read.
Fuck, she’s stunning like this—open, trusting,mine. I run my palms over the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, my thumbs hooking into the soft flesh of her arse before I spread her open.
A groan tears out of me as I bottom out, my balls pressing against her, the slickness of her—blood, water, her own arousal—making every movement come with a sound effect. I pull back just enough to slam into her again, and her moan echoes off the tiles, her fingers scratching at the grout as she pushes back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
“Harder,” she gasps, her voice raw. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I do.
Every thrust sends a jolt through me, my cock swelling inside her, her tight cunt gripping me like a fist. She’s so fucking perfect like this—taking everything I give her, demanding more.
