The restraint tightening his muscles grounds me. I need to focus on tonight, not feelings I can’t name and a future that will never happen.
I tease Lucas and myself, working my fingers in tight circles around my clit one moment, then pushing them inside the next.
Lucas curls his fist around his shaft, taking up his role in the fantasy, and tugs. His strangled breaths and slapping skin fuel the arousal growing in my belly.
I arch into my touch, wishing it were Lucas’s fingers driving me to the edge.
“Fuck, Avril.” Lucas steps toward me, cock in hand. “I need you.”
“It’s your fantasy, Lucas. Use me.”
He picks me up, opens the shower door, and steps us into the spray. Hot water splatters on my back in a steady stream as Lucas nuzzles my neck, his hard cock rocking against my hip.
He reaches for the soap, lathers us in suds, and washes our bodies clean, but his fingers make my thoughts dirtier with every touch.
“Do you have any more shower fantasies?”
His eyes drop to my lips.
Is his fantasy kissing me?
I thought I was ready for it, but now…
I drop to my knees, distracting myself again. I have the perfect view of his cock. It flexes toward me, the purple head leaking. I suck the pre-cum from his tip, his salty taste hitting the back of my tongue and making me moan for more. He tastes better than the first time.
He shoves both hands in my hair, pulling my head closer as his hips shunt forward, forcing his cock to the back of my throat.
My throat stings, and my eyes water, but this lewd, demanding version of Lucas is tantalizing. I want more.
His earlier promise flashes in my memories.I’ll take everything you offer, even what you don’t.
What else will he take from me tonight?
Panic makes my heart thump harder, the emotions I tried to suppress hinting that he might have already taken a part I wasn’t ready to give yet.
I focus on his cock, wanting to lose myself in his taste. He’s silky and smooth on my tongue and fills every inch of my mouth, leaving barely any room for air.
But I don’t need oxygen. I need him to come undone.
I suck and swallow, taking him so far down my throat I gag.
A loud smack startles me, and I look up. Wild eyes stare at me as his palms flatten on the tiled wall. He grips the back of my head with one hand and drags his shaft from my mouth.
He yanks me to my feet and pushes me against the wet tiles. The cold at my back and the hot water scorching my chest spark every nerve ending beneath my skin.
I claw at Lucas’s back, arching toward him, desperately needing friction.
He kicks my legs apart, wraps one of my thighs around his waist, and pushes himself inside me.
My body is slick with need, greedy for every inch as he works his cock in and out in a punishing rhythm.
The orgasm hits me unexpectedly, making me cry out.
“That’s it, baby,” He grunts, thrusting into me again, drawing out my orgasm as he chases his own. “Fuck my dick.”
He slams into me one last time, his cock so swollen it pulses against my walls in rapid spurts. Our bodies stay tangled up in each other until our hearts beat in time.
It’s just infatuation.