16 - Fallon
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FALLON
The hot water felt nothing short of baptismal, beating against my tired back. I let it soak into my body, relaxing my tired muscles as my shoulders slumped, my head drooped, and the chill of the animal hospital was slowly driven from my bones.
“Oh, hey wallflower.”
I jumped as the shower enclosure slid open and closed. My eyes blinked open to find Emerson there, towering over me in all his sweaty, glorious, post-workout nakedness.
“Help a guy out?”
He was reaching for the soap. Mechanically I handed it to him.
“Thanks. Now do my back.”
I couldn’t believe we were here again! But of course, I also could. I remained speechless for a moment, wondering at the absurdity of it all, as my new shower buddy turned around. He rubbed soap all over the backs of his arms, his shoulders, the globes of his beautifully symmetrical ass. When he’d reached all the places he could, he handed the soap to me.
“Why are we always the only ones showering up here?” I asked.
“Because Dalton and Trey are cold-plunge psychos,” Emerson explained. “They do ice baths after practice, and they always take cold showers. That’s why they use the downstairs bath. The hot water hasn’t been hooked up there, yet.”
The answer actually made sense. I hadn’t expected it to. Then again, what was I going to do, complain? My hands were already roaming his lower back, lathering him up, kneading his muscles. I ran the soap over his ass too, without missing a beat. I felt flush and hot, after spending a suspicious amount of extra time there.
“Good. Now switch spots. I need to rinse.”
We turned sideways, letting our bodies drag against one another as we switched places. My nipples stiffened as my breasts slid against his soapy, slippery chest. Which, of course, got soap all over them.
“Sorry,” Emerson grinned.
He closed his eyes and worked two copious handfuls of shampoo into his hair. The muscles of his chest and arms flared out gorgeously as he leaned his head back, into the spray.
“You’re not sorry,” I told him.
“No, I’m not.”
“And I’m not a wallflower,” I croaked. “Not after the other night.”
Emerson finished rinsing with his eyes closed, still fully aware of my gaze. I couldn’t stop looking at him, letting my eyes drink their fill. My arousal was growing. It didn’t help that our lower bodies were still touching.
“Okay then, Fallon,” he conceded. “Maybe you’re not.”
My name just didn’t sound right coming from his lips. Even though he was only doing what I’d asked.
“Forget it,” I told him, with a low chuckle. “If you don’t call me wallflower, I think I’m gonna miss it.”
Emerson’s stunning green eyes fluttered open. The water beading on his eyelashes made them look thick and sexy. Those eyes shifted downward, and I followed his gaze. Pinned between us, sliding up along my lower belly, was another of his giant erections.
“So… are we blaming morning wood on this one, too?” I quipped. “Slept on your stomach?”
Emerson sighed and shook his head. “Nope. This one’s on you.”
“On me, huh?”
“A hundred percent.”
I set a hand on my hip. “And how do you figure that?”
“Well, you’re the one rubbing your tits on my chest.”
I laughed. “And you’re the one crashing my shower!”
“ Our shower.”
“Whatever! I—”
Emerson’s lips met mine, as he crushed me backwards against the wall. The kiss was fast, hot, utterly tumultuous. Our tongues dueled frenzily, as his hands pinned my wrists to the tile.
“Got any ideas on what I could do with this thing?” he grunted into my face.
This time, I grunted back.
“Yeah. You can put it right here…”
Twisting around, I placed my palms on the wall and shoved my ass into him. Emerson wasted no time in entering me, bending his knees and guiding himself home. I gasped as he thrust upward, penetrating me so dangerously deep I actually rose up on my toes.
“Fuck…”
He rocked in and out of me a few times, setting a rhythm we could both work with, as my body grew accustomed to having him again. My insides felt insanely hot. Pleasantly sore. The water splashed down from above, cascading over us as he slid his big hands over my hips and forward, to cup my breasts. He squeezed them while fucking me, sending me straight to the next fucking level. Once he’d rinsed the soap from them, he placed his hands over mine and spooned tightly against my body.
And there we were, grinding away, taking our limited pleasures in the limited space, with what limited time we had. I came shockingly quickly, biting down on his arm and screwing my ass backward to drive him deeper. I felt Emerson go off only a few seconds later, his shaft pulsing thickly inside me, thumping against my insides as he bit my shoulder in retaliation.
We stayed there for a little while, locked tightly together, enjoying the moment. Then we parted, and took turns rinsing each other off. Neither of us said anything, until my stomach growled.
“Damn, wallflower,” he chuckled. “You are hungry.”
I smiled at the reinstatement of my nickname. Which, I’d decided, was perfectly acceptable coming from him.
“Infuckingsatiable,” I winked, stepping from the shower. I bent all the way over to shake my hair out, giving him a good view of my shower-warm, freshly-fucked mound.
“And if you’re not down in five, I’m starting without you.”