The walk-in shower was framed with clear glass. There was a rainfall head mounted from the wall, and sleek slate tiles that glimmered under soft recessed lighting.
Alexis turned on the water. The spray hissed as it hit the tiles, and droplets caught onto Alexis’s bare skin before sliding down her perfect shoulders. She didn’t wait for it to heat upbefore she pulled Birdie closer, her hands sliding down Birdie’s sides. And Birdie didn’t care that the water was still icy cold.
Though she couldn’t help gasping. “OMG, that’s cold.”
The water heated up quickly, or maybe it was just Alexis’s body against hers. Either way, Birdie had already forgotten all about the cold and was already thinking about how this would work.
She had never had sex in a shower before, but seriously, how hard could it be? She spotted a recessed ledge built into the wall beneath a frosted window. Alexis had placed her shampoo and conditioner to one side, and Birdie thought the rest of it would make a perfect little seat. Without dropping her hands from Alexis’s waist, she retreated until she sat down and pulled Alexis onto her lap. Her hands skimmed up Alexis’s back, moving from fingertip-light to dig-in-skin-hard as Alexis cupped her cheeks. They kissed, their lips crashing together, tongues sliding against each other like they’d been starving for this all along.
Which couldn’t be any truer.
“I never thought about using the little ledge like this,” Alexis muttered, moving her hands down and circling her arms around Birdie’s neck. She straightened and leaned in until her breasts were at the level of Birdie’s mouth.
“Call me…” but she forgot what she wanted to say because Birdie’s mouth had just enveloped Alexis’s nipple and her hands were skimming down to her hips. And when Birdie stroked her thumbs along those creases, all the other thoughts in her head—the chances Claire had seen them, how Birdie was going to sneak back into her room without waking Bianca, and whether this actually meant anything—flew right out the gap in the window.
“I want you to turn around,” Birdie said quickly in a desperate-sounding voice. She had something in mind, and the only way to do it was if Alexis faced the other way.
Alexis hesitated for a second, but then she obliged. She rose, stepped back, and then turned before she sat back on Birdie’s lap. This time, she spread her legs wider until her center flattened against Birdie’s thigh. She moaned. And then again when Birdie kissed her spine and smoothed her hands across her breasts.
“You really are gorgeous,” she said, playing with Alexis’s nipples. She rolled them between her thumb and forefinger, and Alexis arched into the touch. “And I love having you like this...” She smoothed her hands down Alexis’s stomach and then slid one even lower toward Alexis’s center. She didn’t pause. Didn’t even hesitate. She simply dragged the fingers of her right hand gently along Alexis’s wet folds and smiled against Alexis’s shoulder blade as the bachelorette cried out from the contact.
“Don’t. Stop. Doing. That,” Alexis muttered, spreading her legs wider, moving them as far as they could go. And Birdie didn’t. She pressed her palm against Alexis’s clit and nearly laughed when Alexis wobbled, her body teetering on Birdie’s lap.
But she stayed put. Her fingers gripped the back of Birdie’s thighs. And Birdie kept going. This time singling out two fingers, both of which she slid inside Alexis.
“AHHH!” Alexis shouted. Her body started moving while Birdie’s fingers remained inside her. And Birdie, who knew how to please, who loved nothing more than to please, began to move too. She slid her fingers in and out, moving with the motion of Alexis’s hips.
“Faster,” Alexis breathed, sounding more like she was gasping for air than anything else.
Birdie did as she was told. She picked up speed.
“Harder.”
Birdie did that too. She found Alexis’s clit with her thumb, and every time she pumped her fingers into Alexis, she applied pressure. And then more pressure until Alexis let out agroan so deep and so loud that Birdie half-expected the other contestants to burst out of their doors.
But there was only silence.
And Alexis must have worried too, because when she spoke again, she whispered at a level barely louder than the water. “Please don’t stop,” she muttered.
So Birdie didn’t. She didn’t slow down. She didn’t go any gentler. She simply pumped her fingers over and over, ignoring the twinge in her wrist from the awkward angle while simultaneously embracing the sting from Alexis’s nails digging into the back of her thighs.
And then, just like that, Alexis stopped shuddering around her fingers. She dropped her arms and sagged back against Birdie while the water coursed down their bodies. Steam curled around them like a curtain.
“Fuck,” Alexis muttered as she tipped her head back against Birdie’s shoulder.
Birdie felt Alexis relax. She felt Alexis’s body sink against her, heavy and dripping wet and way too gorgeous for Birdie’s already overtaxed self-control. She kissed the slope of Alexis’s shoulder, tasting water and skin, and knew she could easily have stayed like that forever. She wanted nothing more than to remain pressed together under the hiss of the shower while the rest of the world—this show, the other contestants—just disappeared. But then Alexis leaned forward, and before Birdie could even process why she was doing anything at all when this was so damn perfect, Alexis had already pushed herself up. She stuck out her hand. “It’s your turn.”
Birdie smiled. Yes. It was her turn.
Then, somehow, they made it back onto the bed. Birdie was flat on her back and Alexis’s face was between her legs. Alexis’s tongue was like a silk scarf as it brushed over her clit, teased her folds and kissed her inner thighs. She then broughttwo fingers into the mix but only for a brief moment before involving her tongue again.
Alexis did everything right.
Which was why it didn’t take long before Birdie’s vision went fuzzy or why her legs were suddenly quivering. It wasn’t even a surprise that she was twisting the bedsheets hard enough that they might tear. Alexis’s tongue was undoing her in ways that felt unholy. And when she stopped lapping and started sucking, that was the end of Birdie.
Five minutes later, they were both lying on their backs. The sheets were damp, and the covers pooled low around Alexis’s hips. Her breasts were still gloriously naked.
Birdie sneaked a quick look. It was one thing to see Alexis naked during the heat of the moment, and another when she was relaxed, stretched out in the aftermath, like some Titian painting at a museum Birdie would pretend to appreciate for the brushwork when really she was just staring at the boobs.
