Her Hand on His Under the Spray
# Dirty Words The shower’s steam had just begun to fog the glass when Taylor’s voice cut through the hiss of water, low and a little shaky. "Alex. Come here." He was already unbuttoning his jeans, his tall frame leaning against the bathro
Chapter 1
The shower’s steam had just begun to fog the glass when Taylor’s voice cut through the hiss of water, low and a little shaky. "Alex. Come here."
He was already unbuttoning his jeans, his tall frame leaning against the bathroom doorframe. He’d seen that look in her brown eyes before—a flicker of nerves almost swallowed by a deeper, hotter want. The tattoos curling over her ribs seemed to shift as she breathed, the silver of her navel piercing catching the light. She was all long lines and sharp edges, a shyness in her stance that never lasted long when they were alone.
She stepped under the spray, water slicking her dark hair to her shoulders. "I don't want to wash myself," she said, the playful challenge back in her tone, though her cheeks were flushed. "I want you to do it."
He joined her, the space instantly smaller, hotter. The water beat down on them. He reached for the soap, but her hand intercepted his, her fingers weaving through his. She guided his palm, flat and firm, not to the soap, but to the smooth plane of her stomach.
"Here," she murmured, her voice dropping to something raw. She pressed his hand lower, her own trembling slightly over his. "Make me feel it."
His other hand came up, bracing against the wet tile beside her head, caging her in. He let her guide him, her hips rocking against the pressure of his hand. Through the steam, he watched her head fall back, her throat working. The shy girl was burning away, consumed by the woman taking what she wanted.
"Tell me," he growled into the shell of her ear, his beard scraping her wet skin.
"You feel so good," she gasped, the words a broken stream. "Just your hand… fuck, Alex, I can’t… I need more."
She turned abruptly, water sluicing down the elegant line of her spine, over the ink and the sharp wings of her shoulder blades. She placed his hands on her hips, her own grip tight, possessive. "Now. Take me. From behind. Right now."
He didn't hesitate. He aligned himself, the head of his cock nudging against her, and with one smooth, driven motion, he filled her. A ragged cry tore from her, lost in the shower's roar. Her back arched, pressing her tattoos against his chest.
"Yes," she hissed, the word a plea and a command. "Just like that. Don't stop."
He set a brutal, punishing rhythm, his hands locked on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. The slap of skin on wet skin echoed off the tiles. He was a relentless force, giving her exactly what she’d asked for, what her body was demanding with every clenching pull.
"Harder," she begged, her voice shredded with pleasure. "Please, I need it harder."
He drove into her, deeper, faster, the pace turning animalistic. She met every thrust, pushing back against him, her earlier shyness incinerated in the heat. Her dirty talk became a continuous, filthy mantra, describing how full she was, how he stretched her, how she wanted to come all over his cock.
"Alex, I'm gonna cum all over your cock…" Her sentence shattered into a moan as her body tightened violently around him. The climax ripped through her, a silent scream contorting her. “Cum all over this cock baby let me hear you scream
Chapter 2
He didn’t move for a moment, still buried inside her, both of them panting against the wet tile. Then his voice rumbled in her ear, a low command that sent a fresh shiver through her soaked body.
“Turn around and clean your mess off my cock, Taylor.”
A slow smile spread across her lips. Without a word, she slid off him and turned, dropping gracefully to her knees on the shower floor. The water rained down on her shoulders as she looked up at him, her brown eyes dark with hunger. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste herself on him before taking him fully into her mouth.
“Fuck my face,” she murmured, her words vibrating around him as she pulled back just enough to speak. “I want to feel you hitting the back of my throat. Make me gag on it.”
Her dirty talk was a continuous stream, a filthy prayer. “Your cock is so deep… can you feel how tight my throat is? Use it. Fuck it like you fucked my pussy.”
Alex gripped her wet hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands. He set a brutal pace, driving himself into her mouth with a force that stole her breath. She took it, her eyes watering, a choked moan escaping her each time he hilted himself.
“That’s it,” she gasped when he gave her a fraction of an inch. “Don’t be gentle. Give it all to me.”
He obeyed, fucking her face harder than ever, a relentless piston. She felt the sudden, violent swell, the pulsing heat at the back of her throat a split-second before the first hot jet hit. He didn’t warn her. He just came, shooting his load directly down her throat.
She swallowed convulsively, the thick taste flooding her senses, but the volume made her gag. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the shower water. Even as she choked, she didn’t pull away. She kept her lips sealed around him, sucking and swallowing through the spasms, milking him until he was completely spent and soft.
When he finally stilled, she didn’t stop. She nursed him gently, her tongue circling his sensitive flesh, her hand cupping his balls. She looked up, her gaze defiant and needy.
“I’m not done,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I want you hard again. I want you to fuck me raw after this.” She took him deeper, trying to coax him back to life with sheer, stubborn will.
Chapter 3
Alex didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers, still slick from the shower, knotted in her wet hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. He guided himself back between her parted lips, watching her throat work as she took him in.
“Like this?” he growled, his voice rough. He pushed forward, not with the brutal force from before, but with a deliberate, controlled pressure that filled her mouth completely.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed around him, the vibration a direct line to his spine. Her eyes, dark and glazed, never left his. *Talk*, they seemed to say. *Give me the words.*
“You want me to treat this pretty mouth like a toy?” he asked, his hips beginning a slow, shallow rhythm. “Like a tight little hole just for me to use?”
She moaned in answer, her tongue swirling. The sound was pure encouragement.
His grip tightened, his control snapping. “Then take it,” he commanded, and he began to fuck her face in earnest.
It was a raw, physical dialogue. Each forward thrust was a statement, each withdrawal a question she answered with a desperate suck. He set a pace that was relentless, his balls slapping against her chin. She took it all, her body vibrating with the effort, tears of strain mingling with the shower spray.
“That’s it, Taylor,” he grunted, his own breath coming in sharp bursts. “You love this, don’t you? Being my little cocksleeve.”
She gagged, her throat constricting around him, and the violent, exquisite tightness was his undoing. A guttural sound ripped from his chest. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Swallow it all. Every drop.”
The climax hit him like a live wire. He slammed deep, holding her head flush against him as he pulsed, shooting hot and thick straight down her throat. She swallowed convulsively, her nails digging into his thighs, drinking him down until he was spent and shuddering.
He finally softened and slipped from her lips. She slumped back on her heels, breathing raggedly, a trail of spit and spent pleasure on her chin. She looked utterly wrecked, and utterly victorious.
Before he could speak, she crawled forward, pressing her forehead against his stomach, her arms wrapping around his legs. “Again,” she whispered, her voice shattered but fierce. “Get hard again. I’m not done needing you.”
Alex looked down at the fierce, beautiful woman clinging to him, and felt a surge of possessiveness so strong it stole his breath. The night was far from over.
Chapter 4
The water was still streaming down, but Taylor’s focus was absolute. Without a word, she guided his softening length back to her lips, her tongue a flat, broad stroke against his sensitive flesh. “Let me taste you,” she whispered, the words hot against his skin. “All of you.” She took him deep, swallowing him whole until his tip nudged the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she held, her throat fluttering around him as she fought her gag reflex. She pulled back, gasping. “Fuck, I want you to lose yourself down my throat. Later. But right now…”
She rose, water cascading from her body, and pushed him back against the slick tiles. Her hands were possessive on his shoulders, forcing him to slide down the wall until he was seated on the shower floor. She straddled his lap, her slick heat hovering just over him, a maddening promise.
“My turn,” she breathed, her lips brushing his ear. “I’m going to ride you until you can’t remember your own name.”
She lowered herself onto him, inch by excruciating inch, her head falling back as she took him all the way in. A long, ragged moan tore from her. “Oh, God… you fill me up so perfectly.”
Then she began to move. It wasn’t frantic; it was deliberate, a deep, rolling grind of her hips that she controlled completely. She braced her hands on his shoulders, her gaze locked on his. “You just sit there,” she commanded, her voice thick with power and pleasure. “You just take it. You’re mine right now.”
He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, feeling the muscles work as she rode him. She quickened the pace, her body slapping against his with a wet, rhythmic intensity. Her dirty talk was a fevered chant. “You feel that? Every fucking inch… I’m gonna milk this cock dry… I want to feel you pulse inside me.”
Her control was exquisite, and it was unraveling her. Her rhythm became erratic, her breath coming in sharp, pleading gasps. “Alex… I’m close… so close…”
“Not yet,” he growled, his own control fraying. “Wait for me.”
She whimpered, slowing, drawing out the torture for both of them. The pleasure built, a coil tightening beyond bearing. With a final, desperate cry, her body clenched around him violently, her climax ripping through her. The convulsions triggered his own.
“Now!” he roared, his hands flying up to grip her face. “Look at me!”
He pulled her down onto him one last time as he erupted inside her, his release a hot, pulsing flood. She cried out, her own orgasm renewed by the sensation.
As the last shudders subsided, he gently pulled her off and guided her to her knees before him. His cock, still slick and hard from her, stood before her face.
“You know what you asked for,” he said, his voice rough. “Open.”
She obeyed, tilting her head back, mouth open and waiting. He gripped himself, stroking twice before the first hot stripe landed across her cheek. She flinched but kept her mouth open. The next shot hit her lips, and she swallowed eagerly. He aimed the rest directly into her waiting throat, and she drank it down, her eyes squeezed shut in blissful submission.
When he was spent, she cleaned him with her tongue, then rested her forehead against his thigh, utterly spent, utterly claimed.
Chapter 5
The knock was sharp, unmistakable, and the sound of the front door opening followed it. “Hello? Taylor? Alex? Your front door was unlocked.” Sarah’s confident, melodic voice cut through the steam and their ragged breathing.
Taylor’s eyes snapped open, meeting Alex’s. A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips, the streaks of his spend still glistening on her cheek. She didn’t move from her knees.
The bathroom door pushed open a few inches, and Sarah’s curious face appeared in the gap. Her gaze traveled from Alex, still hard and wet, to Taylor on the floor, marked and blissful. Sarah didn’t blush; her eyes just darkened with hungry interest. “Well,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. “Sounds like I’m missing the party.”
“You’re just in time,” Taylor said, her voice hoarse. She turned her head, looking up at Sarah. “He’s not done.”
Sarah stepped fully into the humid room, not bothering to close the door. She was dressed in a tight tank top and jeans, which she began to unbutton without hesitation, her eyes locked on Alex. “I heard everything through the door. Sounded like you were having all the fun.” She let her jeans pool at her feet. “I want a turn. I want what she just had.”
Alex felt a fresh, predatory surge. “What do you want, Sarah?”
She sank to her knees beside Taylor, her confidence unwavering. “I want you to fuck my face. I want to wear it. I want to feel you lose it down my throat and then paint the rest all over me.” She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his base. “And Taylor,” she said, glancing at her friend. “While he’s using my mouth, I want you to get behind him. I want you to taste him there. I want to watch you do it.”
A shiver of pure lust ran through Taylor. She nodded, scrambling to her feet, her body humming with anticipation.
“Open,” Alex commanded Sarah, his hand moving to the back of her head.
Sarah obeyed instantly, tilting her head back, mouth wide. He guided himself in, not gently, and she took him with a deep, grateful groan. He set a punishing rhythm, fucking into the warm, willing wetness of her throat. Sarah gagged beautifully, tears springing to her eyes, but she pushed her face forward, taking him deeper.
“Yes, fuck, just like that,” she managed to gasp when he let her up for air. “Use my fucking throat!”
As he drove into her, Taylor moved behind him. She placed her hands on his ass, spreading him. She leaned in, her tongue a hot, flat stroke over his tight hole.
The dual sensation was electric. Alex grunted, his thrusts into Sarah’s mouth becoming harder, more erratic. “Fuck, Taylor… right there…”
Taylor obeyed, her tongue pressing and circling, then spearing shallowly inside. She moaned against him, the taste and the act sending a bolt of heat straight to her core.
Sarah felt him swelling, the pulse at the base of his cock. She pulled back just enough to choke out, “Do it. Cum. Give it to me!”
With a raw, guttural shout, Alex erupted. The first violent jet shot directly down Sarah’s throat. She swallowed convulsively, but the second and third bursts were too much. He pulled out, stroking himself wildly as hot stripes of cum painted her cheeks, her lips, her chin. She kept her mouth open, catching the last drops on her tongue, a glazed look of triumph in her eyes.
He was still throbbing when Taylor guided him back, her mouth finding his shaft, cleaning him with slow, worshipful licks, tasting both him and her friend on his skin. She looked up at Sarah’s marked, blissful face, and a deep, satisfied smile curved her own lips.
Sarah touched her sticky cheek, then brought her fingers to her mouth. “Perfect,” she breathed.
Chapter 6
Alex was softening, spent and slick in the humid air. Taylor didn’t let him slip from her mouth. She took his limp flesh deep, her cheeks hollowing with a desperate, obscene suction. Gagging sounds, wet and rhythmic, filled the quiet bathroom, her throat working violently around him. She looked up, tears from the effort streaking through the drying streaks on her face. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she sucked, a filthy, relentless revival.
It worked. Under the heat and pressure of her mouth, he stirred, then thickened, growing rigid against her tongue until he was fully, painfully hard again.
She released him with a pop, her lips swollen. “Fuck,” she panted, a wild light in her eyes. “Now it’s our turn. We want that cock somewhere else.”
Sarah nodded, crawling forward on her knees. “Our asses, Alex. Both of us. And don’t you dare be gentle.”
“Tell us how much it hurts,” Taylor demanded, her voice a raw whisper. “And then fuck us harder.”
He pushed Sarah forward over the edge of the tub, her back arched. He spat into his palm, slicked himself, and positioned the thick head against her tight, clenched hole. “You ready for this?”
“Just fucking wreck me,” she hissed, pushing back.
He drove in, a single, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt. Sarah screamed, a sharp cry of pure pain that morphed into a broken laugh. “Oh god, it burns! Don’t stop! Fuck my tight ass, you bastard!”
He pulled out and slammed back in, setting a ruthless, piston-like rhythm. Sarah sobbed, her knuckles white on the porcelain. “Yes! Hurt me! I’m just a hole for you to break!”
As he pounded her, Taylor watched, one hand frantically working between her own legs. “My turn next,” she moaned. “I want to cry, too. I want to feel you tear me apart.”
Alex pulled out of Sarah’s well-used ass, leaving her gasping and dripping. He turned to Taylor, who immediately presented herself, offering up her own tight star. He didn’t prepare her, just aligned and shoved. Taylor shrieked, her body bowing from the shocking invasion.
“Talk,” he grunted, hammering into her.
“It’s so deep!” Taylor cried, tears streaming. “You’re splitting me open! I’m just a dirty little anal whore for you! Fuck the pain away! Harder!”
He obliged, his hips a punishing blur. The slaps of his flesh against hers were loud and wet. They traded places again, and again, both girls weeping and begging for more brutality with every thrust.
“Make us your anal sluts!” Sarah screamed, taking him back.
“Destroy our assholes!” Taylor echoed, her voice shattered.
Their filthy pleas fueled him. He fucked them with unending, merciless force, their cries of pain the sweetest music. He felt his climax coiling, a superheated knot at the base of his spine.
“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, pulling Taylor onto his lap, impaling her ass as she faced him. “Which greedy little ass gets it?”
“Mine!” they screamed in unison.
With a final, seismic drive, he erupted inside Taylor, a hot, violent flood that made her convulse around him. She threw her head back, a silent scream on her lips as her own orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the scalding fill and the relentless pounding.
He held her there, throbbing, as Sarah kissed sucked and licked his ballls the whole
Time he was cumming