Chapter Eleven
Zora
Our shower was small, not big enough for two, but Harry and I made it work.
Harry’s body was so large he was pretty much half out of the cubicle, the water only hitting him in tiny sections of his massive frame.
But the warm water did its job, and soon, little dribbles of milk started to form at my tits.
I think he would have squeezed himself inside a grocery bag if it meant getting what he wanted.
“So incredible,” Harry groaned, leaning down to suck the droplets up as each one formed and beaded on my nipple. I rested my back against the wall of the shower and sank into the sensation of it. I’d grown addicted to him there, to his obsession with my body.
It was clear he adored me, every inch of me, and god, did it make me feel special. Made this evilness we were committing worth it. At least in these moments.
I moaned and whimpered as he worked, as he jacked his cock off the taste of my milk on his tongue. I needed more. Always desired more with this man. My body was changing, all subtle at the moment, but it only made my craving for him grow deeper.
“Harry…” I whispered, trying to pull him away, my pussy aching for him to touch. “Please fuck me.”
His growl reverberated through my skin, and he let my tit go with a plop, standing at his full height to loom over me.
“Turn around,” he demanded, licking his lips, and I did, spinning right away, pushing my naked ass out for him.
I heard him fall to his knees with a grunt, and before I could react, his hands were on the globes of my ass, spreading me open.
“I swear to fucking god, there isn’t a single part of you I don’t want to devour. ”
His teeth sank into my ass cheek before pulling off with a wet suck, no doubt leaving hickey marks as I cried and pushed myself back, aching for it all. He did it again and again, moving closer to my hole, then back out again to my thighs and lower spine.
This man knew how to worship.
I felt so special, so wanted and craved as he touched me, loved on me. It was deep and passionate and beyond anything I’d experienced. Even the first time, when it was a transaction, it had been this way.
“I want to fuck you here,” he murmured, flicking his tongue over my asshole. “Want to conquer your whole body.”
I laughed at that and pushed my ass out further. Ready to be fucking conquered.
“Mm,” he groaned, tongue-fucking me. “But I want your pussy more right now, need to see my cum pouring out of it.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, my belly clenching at his dirty talk. We were so in tune, it was unbelievable.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t play a little.” With more care than I was used to, he pressed a finger into my ass, coating it with spit before sliding in just the tip.
He kept kissing my back as he worked, driving me fucking wild.
The hot water from the shower streamed down my skin, making it all the more sensitive.
When his finger was inserted all the way, he began fucking me with it. The sensation of a finger up the ass was strange but delicious, stretching me out, forcing my body to submit. I wanted more.
“Harry…” I cried.
“Another one?”
“Mmm.”
The second finger stung as he pushed it in, but well-lubed with spit and with his care, it felt incredible. Just the right amount of stretch.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, beginning to writhe my hips up and down for more traction. “Please, I need you inside me.”
“Turn around, beautiful,” he said from his position on the floor, his fingers falling out of me as I twisted, my back landing on the cool shower wall. “Let me see the pussy I’m going to destroy.”
He had to duck to reach me, but his lips latched on and licked up and down my pussy, avoiding my clit until I was squirming for more. I shoved one hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, and the other landed in his hair, holding him steady.
When his tongue flickered over my clit, I cried out into my palm. Bellamy could arrive any moment, might already have, needed to be careful. No one wanted to hear their roommate fuck in the shared shower.
Harry took his time eating me out, in no rush to get anywhere despite the clock ticking away. He’d taken a day off from work for this appointment, but school was out now, he needed to keep to his routine so no one got suspicious.
But I couldn’t bring myself to make him stop.
Finally, he stood, scooped me up, and without waiting a damn second, impaled me on his cock. When my eyes widened and my mouth opened on a scream, he covered it, pressing my head back into the tiles as he drove inside me.
God, it was so big, so filling, stretching me out, thunking against my cervix in a way that had my eyes rolling back.
From this position, standing up, my weight pushed him in further, making everything so much more intense.
There wasn’t a millimeter of space between us.
Our skin was wet, slick and sticking together as he fucked me and I held on for dear life as water splashed between us.
Once we had a rhythm, his hands moved, one to my ass, the other to my tit. I didn’t know where to focus, could only cling the hell on as his fingers found my asshole again and pushed in, both working to hold me up and drive me crazy.
So full, with his cock and his fingers, fucking in tandem into me. “Fuck, I love this body,” he growled against my ear. “Love fucking you, playing with you, making you mine.”
“I am,” I said, breathy. “I am yours. And you’re mine.”
He groaned and squeezed my tit, massaging it, working the nipple like he was trying to milk me. He was in for a surprise from the previous time when we’d only managed a few drops.
Now, it came in streams. When the shower was on and I stimulated them, milk poured from my nipples. When I’d achieved it last night, all I could think about was how he’d react to it. And he didn’t disappoint.
“Holy shit,” he said on a moan, ducking down to swallow up what I was offering him. He had to hunch, but he sucked and fucked and drove me to oblivion, right to the edge, drinking down, swallowing up my milk.
When he popped off and straightened, looking down at me with a question in his eye and full mouth, I nodded.
His kiss was fierce, and the fluid that flooded over my tongue was musky and sweet. My milk, he fed me my milk, and we kissed through it, our tongues battling to chase the flavor, our bodies fighting to gulp down every drop.
He did it again, dipping down and sucking my nipple until he had a mouthful. But this time he held my lips open, his fingers clawing into my cheek.
“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded, his voice a bit garbled, and I did, willing and ready for whatever he had planned.
He spat the milk to me, letting it dribble from his mouth and into mine before slamming our lips together.
It was messy, fiery, and so damn intense that it sent me over the edge. The roughness of his skin rubbing against my clit as he fucked me, the fingers in my ass, the dirtiness and obsession in what we were doing? It was so damn perfect I exploded.
“Oh, shit,” Harry said, burrowing his face into my neck. His cock spasmed and filled me, growing harder than ever as he came too. We panted and writhed together, coming down in slow increments at the same time, the hot water beginning to cool.
He pushed his cock into me once more, twice more, then stopped, catching his breath but staying inside me. His fingers slipped from my hole and he let me settle my feet on the floor. That’s when his cock slid out, slick and shiny with his cum and mine.
The now-cold water soothed our heated skin as we stared at each other, once again distracted away from being sensible.
“I need to see,” he muttered, then sank to his knees.
I watched him as he pushed my legs around and spread my pussy lips apart. He looked at me with such reverence, then ran his fingers through the cum dripping down my thigh. He scooped it and pushed it all back in.
“Bit late for that,” I said between panting breaths.
“Never too late for that.” He kissed my pussy, a chaste but firm kiss. Then rested his head against my thigh.
I was so fucked. Falling in love with my sister’s fiancé with every minute we spent together.
We stayed there, breathing in tandem, enjoying the cold water, just existing in our bubble for as long as we could. Harry needed to leave. Tomorrow we’d tell Victoria everything, and our world would fall into chaos. Tomorrow we would stop being chickens.
So I stroked his hair and lingered there.
The sound of the front door opening jolted me, pulling me from our calm. Harry looked up at me, and with our eyes locked, we listened to the voices.
I could hear Bellamy, who it sounded like was just arriving home from the clatter of their keys on the kitchen counter, but there was someone else.
“Zora!” my fucking sister’s voice called out. “You here?”
“Zora?” Bellamy said next, getting closer to the bathroom, their voice seeking.
My heart stopped at the same moment Harry panicked and jumped up, slamming into the wet walls and almost falling over.
“Oh shit,” he muttered, his eyes wide with fear. “What the hell are we going to do!?”
I wanted to freeze up and do nothing, my flight or fight saying neither, just stand still and hope it’s a joke.
“She almost never comes here!” I whispered back, then heard my name called again.
“In here! Just wrapping up!” I yelled, my voice cracking.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins, panic making my mind fuzzy. This couldn’t be happening.
“Zora,” Harry muttered, catching my chin in his hand to force my eyes on him. “Slow breaths.”
Right, we needed to sort ourselves out, find a path through this mess. Now wasn’t the time. Now, springing naked from the shower, was the worst way to do it. “Stay here. I’ll… I’ll get her out, tell Bellamy something. Shit.”
Harry nodded and watched me wrap a towel around myself, kicking my clothes into the corner. “Get dressed,” I told him, and he snapped into action.
This was bad, real fucking bad.
Taking a deep breath, I turned toward the door.
“Wait!” Harry said, a fraction too loud. We froze, listened for recognition, but heard none.
“What is it?” I asked softly, trying to avoid his eyes. Didn’t want to get lost in those fuckers again.
His hand came to my face, and he cupped my cheek, forcing my head up, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I…” he started, but then stopped, instead dipping down to lay a chaste kiss on my lips. “It’s going to be okay.”
I nodded and slipped from the room, shutting the door behind me and taking the few steps to the living room. There really was no way he’d be able to leave the bathroom and not be seen. I needed to get them both out of here.
“Hey, Vicky,” I said, plodding up to her, trying to calm my heart. Bellamy had her at the kitchen counter, tea brewing as they chattered away.
“Zora!” Vicky replied with a grin. “Sorry for dropping in unannounced, but I have some stuff for you.” She darted over to the door and picked up a handful of colorful shopping bags.
“I know it’s still early, but I had some free time and got a bit carried away buying baby stuff…
” She smiled. “Walked past a baby care shop and couldn’t resist. Swear I blacked out for a second there… ”
My heart pounded in anger at how much of a dick I was. Here Victoria was, buying things for my baby, while its father, her fiancé, hid in the bathroom we’d just fucked in.
“Hey,” Victoria said then, concern in her voice as she dropped the bags and came up to me, her hands landing on my shoulders. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay…?” She looked down at my stomach.
“Oh shit, yeah,” I said, painting on a grin. “Everything’s great. Perfect.” I patted my lower stomach through the towel. “We— I had the sonogram today, baby looks healthy.”
“That’s amazing,” Victoria said with a genuine smile. “I’m so excited to be an auntie.”
“Tea’s ready,” Bellamy interrupted, handing Victoria and me a mug each. They were a little tea obsessed, always brewing up something new. We thanked them, and Victoria went to park her ass on the sofas. But fuck, Harry was still in the bathroom, waiting for his out.
Argh, I didn’t know what to do.
“I’m sorry, Vic,” I said then, again wincing at how terrible I was at this, how ungrateful I sounded. “I can’t hang out right now; I have plans.”
“Plans?” she asked, eyebrow raised, turning to face me.
“Work.”
Her brow furrowed. “I thought you weren’t working there anymore because of the baby?”
Bellamy looked between us. They knew my schedule, so knew this was a lie, but kept their mouth shut. “I can give you a to-go cup,” they said to Vic.
“Oh, sure, yeah,” Victoria said, standing up, looking a little put out. “Thank you.”
Bellamy nodded and plodded off to the kitchen to sort out the tea, while Victoria looked at me funny.
“Something’s going on,” she deduced. “You’re not usually so…” she sighed, “…rude.”
I cringed. “Ah, I’m so sorry, Vic. I am so grateful you’ve bought some things, truly. I’m just… I’m in a weird place? Can we park it? Come back around tomorrow, and we’ll go through everything you chose? I’m sure it’s all beautiful.”
Victoria’s face brightened. “I won’t be in the city tomorrow, but I’ll video call you.”
“Deal.”
“Deal.” Her smile glowed.
“Here.” Bellamy handed her the tea in one of our travel mugs, and Victoria took a quick sip.
“It’s delicious,” she said. “What is it?”
“Sticky chai. I can show you—” Bellamy started, but I interrupted.
“Thank you again, Victoria.” I clambered to the door and held it open for her. “I’m running real late.”
Victoria tore her gaze from Bellamy. “Oh, yeah, sure…”
The last thirty seconds it took her to leave were some of the most painful of my life. She ambled to the door, scooped up her handbag and gave me a kiss on the cheek before sauntering off like she had all the time in the world.
When I shut the door behind her and visibly relaxed, Bellamy cleared their throat.
“What’s going on?” they asked.
I turned, my face reddening, chest aching. “Please don’t hate me.”