“I wonder why. We’re in the shower.”
“Smartass,” he mutters, silencing me by taking a nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sudden sensation, skin pebbling under his tongue. But I’m not a virgin anymore, and two can play at this game. I reach between us, grabbing his cock, marveling at the feel of it. Smoother than I imagined and hard as the stone that was supposed to kill the two birds. He groans while I explore him. Last night was amazing and I want to make him feel amazing too.
“I want to taste you.”
His head flies up so fast I think he’s going to get whiplash. “You don’t have to do that.”
It’s my turn to smirk at him. “You like firsts. Don’t you want to be the first man to ever be in my mouth?” I see him swallow, and his jaw tighten. His cock jumps in my hand. “I think that’s a yes.”
Sinking down onto my knees, I get the chance to study him in detail. I can’t imagine a better example of what a cock is supposed to look like. He’s so thick, my fingers barely close around him, and now that I’m this close, I’m amazed I fit all of that inside me. Carter leans his arms against the wall of the shower, shielding me from most of the water.
I’ve never done this before, but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of what to do. Stroking him with my hand, I lick across his head. My first taste is salt and something deeper, masculine. I lick him again, and I like the way he feels, smooth and hard, a little rougher just around the head. Glancing upward, I see that Carter has his eyes closed. I can’t be doing that badly, then.
Leaning forward, I close my mouth over him, just the head, sucking gently. Carter curses, and I know I’m headed in the right direction. I set up a rhythm, in and out, in and out, taking more of him each time I go down and sucking each time I come back. The muscles in Carter’s stomach are jumping like he’s holding himself still, and I take that as a good sign. I like that I can make him feel the same way he made me feel. I want him to let go. I want to feel what it would be like to have him come from just this, just me teasing him. The thought makes me wetter.
I speed up my rhythm, sucking harder, and I feel Carter’s hand in my hair. He pulls gently, slowing. “Wait, April, stop.” His voice is ragged, desperate.
“What’s wrong, did I do something?”
He pulls me to my feet, eyes fiery. “That was goddamn amazing, but if you keep doing that I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I can’t help the satisfied smirk on my face, and he sees it too.
“But that’s not what I’m here for,” he spins me around so that I’m facing the wall. His hands are on my ass, exploring me, pulling my legs apart so he can reach my pussy. “I’m here to fuck you. And I’m not going to do it gently.” His words are hot in my ear, and I bite my lip to hold back a moan. His fingers are toying with me, and I know he hears the whimper that escapes. I feel the head of him at my pussy, pressing in. He pulls my hips back against his, and I love the explosion of pleasure I get as he sinks inside me. He pushes me into the wall of the shower so I’m trapped between his body and the glass, hot and cold.
Pulling out, he slams back into the hilt, and my knees buckle, the only thing keeping me up is him holding me here. Again and again and again, deep pounding thrusts that vibrate all the way through my body. His voice strains with every thrust. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re still going to feel it while I’m watching you today.”
Oh god. I moan again and he keeps going.
“Yeah. I’m going to watch you. And I’m going to think of how you came all over my tongue. How I fucked you senseless with my cock.”
The way he’s thrusting into me, it’s lighting me up. He’s hitting all different places and it’s like I’m a lit fuse. It’s just a matter of time until I explode. Carter reaches down and grabs one of my legs, lifting it so he can fuck me more deeply.
Shit.
Fuck.
I’m seeing stars and I can’t breathe and I think I’m telling him yes. God I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of this. Why on earth did I wait so long for this? Carter slams into me, grunting with the effort and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I lean my head back on his shoulder, leaning into the feeling of being utterly, gloriously fucked. He’s so deep I feel impaled and I fucking love it. He’s hitting just the right spot and suddenly I’m almost there. I’m begging for him to keep going. Last night was so good and this might be even better.
I’m so close, and I can tell he is too. He speaks, words barely coherent in the frenzy. “I’m gonna come. I want to come inside you. Let me come inside you.”
God yes, I want that. I want all of him in me. I want to take everything from him and keep it. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” It’s all I can say.
We slam into the wall together, Carter fucking into me with savage speed, and I break open. It’s so good that I can’t even scream. How can I scream when I can’t even breathe? Lighting is flashing behind my eyes and pleasure is searing across my skin, crackling along my nerve. My pussy floods, I can feel the rush of it over his cock and down my legs. Behind me, Carter is still fucking, every thrust making my orgasm last longer. With a final burst, he pushes into me, crying out, and I feel him come. Warmth spreads through me and it triggers another orgasm. I’m shaking on him, squeezing him, wracked with shudders of pleasure. I don’t want it to stop. Please don’t let it stop.
Suddenly we both take a breath. We’re still pressed together, and I’m not sure either of us would still be standing without the support of the wall. I’m trying to slow my heart rate, trying to take a breath that’s not shallow. I think he is too. Holy fuck that was good. I can’t even move, just stand here. I feel his cum dripping down my legs and I think it’s a very good thing that we decided to do this in the shower.
Slowly, I turn. He’s still pressing me into the wall, but I need to see his face. Need to kiss him. He still looks far away, eyes glazed with the aftermath of it all. I kiss him, tangling my tongue with his. I wouldn’t be opposed to playing hooky from practice and spending the whole time in this bathroom with him if it means I’ll get more of that.
He groans, coming back to himself and deepening our kiss.
The front door opens, and we both go entirely still.
“April?”
Shit. It’s Kara.
14
“Shit,” I whisper. “Shit shit shit. I’m in the shower!” I raise my voice louder for that last part. I look back at Carter. “What are we going to do?”
“You could just tell her now,” he whispers, smiling.
I know he’s kidding, but I can’t joke about this. “I don’t think I’m going to break it to Kara that I broke our pact while I’m naked in the shower with our cheerleading coach whose semen is still running down my legs.”
He stifles a laugh as I grab the soap and quickly wash my body. My hair will have to wait till later. “Please,” I say before turning the water off. “Please just hide until we leave for practice. This isn’t the right time.”
“I know. It will be all right.” He kisses me before letting me turn off the water, and I quickly wrap a tool around myself and shut the door behind me.
Kara is in the kitchen, pouring herself some water. She looks over at me, seeing I’m still soaking wet from the shower. “You’re cutting it close,” she says. “We have to leave in like five minutes.”
“You’re not dressed yet either.” I give her a pointed look.
“Yes, but I,” she gestures to herself grandly, “am dry.”
“Fair point.” I head into our room, trying to dry myself as best I can.
Kara follows me. “So, how was it?”
“Was what?”
“Your date!” She rolls her eyes. “It can’t have been that good if you forgot about it already.”
Oh, I have very much not forgotten about it. I wring the water out of my hair and pin it back into a bun. It’s just going to have to live like this for practice until I can wash it properly and dry it. “It was fine,” I say. “N
ice.” I hope that I’m conveying nonchalance with my tone.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to go out with someone who works for the school?” She pulls her uniform out of the closet. “I mean, I know what I said yesterday, but I was thinking, and I guess since he’s not a professor there aren’t the same rules. He might expect something from you and it might get awkward.”
I laugh to break the tension because she has no fucking clue. “I’m sure it will be fine, Kara. Carter is a good guy.”
“Still. It’s weird.”
“That he asked me out?”