Chapter 27 #3
Our eye contact was unexpected. The way she glanced back, across her shoulder, and locked her eyes straight with mine had me stutter in my rhythm, made me twitch inside of her and forced me to stop, just until I knew I wasn’t about to finish this thing early for us. The look she gave me was teasing.
Scoring a goal? she asked, then started moving against me, way before I’d been ready. Somehow, I managed to hold off the inevitable. Doesn’t that feel better than this?
My head shook. Not in a million years.
Winning the championship last year?
I was finding my footing again, matched her rhythm, then sped up. Not even close, sweetheart.
The smile on her lips deepened, from teasing to appreciative.
Her head fell back, her moan was drowned out by the water still raining down on us, and my full focus was on her.
A world outside of this bathroom—the shower—did not exist. Her ass nestled against my crotch, and she was taking me deeper and better than I thought possible.
She was better than I thought possible. Everything about her.
Her hands twitched against the tiles, trying to hold onto something and finding no purchase. Her breathing had been uneven, but now it was picking up. Her voice was hoarse, her moans more uncontrolled. And I just needed to see her.
Quickly, without much but that primal need, I turned her, pinned her against the shower wall and angled her just right in my arms. For me to hit new spots inside of her, legs wrapped around my waist, and for her to finally find something to hold onto; me.
Watching her face contort, a soundless gasp on her lips, eyes closed, that was it for me. I had a minute, tops. One in which I needed to get her there, too. The showerhead was an option. My fingers weren’t, but hers were; she’d used them earlier, so why not—?
There was a knock on the door.
A knock, then another, and an attempt to open the door. Then, probably right out of Valentina’s worst nightmare: Caden? Valentina? Which one of you is in there? Iris.
I froze. Still inside of her, buried to the hilt, unable to move without the possibility of an orgasm that couldn’t be timed worse. The moan on her lips died down to a frustrated groan, hopefully drowned out by the shower. I upped the pressure, just to make it a little louder. Just in case.
We exchanged a single glance, her brown eyes wide—in shock by what could’ve turned into the second discovery today, maybe. Or in desperation to come, and knowing it had been delayed. At least I thought it had.
Me! Valentina shouted before her head snapped back in my direction.
She circled her hips as best as she could while still in my arms; slowly, just once—as if she were testing the waters, too.
And as if she couldn’t help herself. I was right there, she breathed, more of a frustrated complaint whispered against my lips.
You said I should do things for myself, right?
Not care about anything else? She was paraphrasing, but I couldn’t find it in me to correct her when she moved again, and her head fell to my shoulder with another sigh. This is what I want. You. Now.
And I was only just a man. Fueled by Valentina Rhodes, naked in my arms, moving on my cock—encouraging me. I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t.
Ah, it came from outside, reminding me once more of the reason. That the way I was slowly dragging in and out of her was a bad idea. But how could it be, really, if it felt this good? Have you seen Caden? Did you guys fight?
I wouldn’t necessarily call this fighting. The way her back arched and she leaned back against the shower wall, lips parted, hips moving against mine. Only when I nudged her, with a smile I couldn’t have possibly hidden, did she remember to reply.
No! But her voice wasn’t carrying the conviction it should have—it had been more of a whimper. An encouraging sound, really. So, I picked up my pace. Why? Valentina added, before her lips parted in a soundless moan again.
There was a thud against the door, and Iris was probably leaning against it now.
I think he slept outside? Her tone was a mixture of amusement and actual concern, I think.
But I couldn’t be sure; my entire focus was on Valentina.
And the little sounds she usually made right before she’d come. My sign to keep it up.
My lips puckered around her nipple, and I could feel it, too. That sense of sweet relief crawling closer. Only that it wasn’t crawling, but sprinting. Fast and selfishly.
Valentina? Who’d been too busy keeping her voice down to remember to answer her best friend outside. You okay? Did you slip and fall in there? Do I need to burst through this door?
No! I chuckled against her skin at the gunshot of an answer, straightened back up and put everything I had into what would undoubtedly be my last few strokes. I didn’t know he— She swallowed another moan. He slept outside. I thought he… went running. Or something, she added.
Look at you, I whispered against her lips, a hair’s breadth away from mine. Doing so well. Taking me so well. Do you think you can be this quiet when we come?
The words she’d soundlessly formed on her lips were exactly what I needed to see. I’m about to. I’m close.
Close was an understatement for me. My feet were dangling off the cliff. I was about to fucking fall.
Tell her to look for— She understood before I’d even said the name.
Mike! There were better things than hearing your girl moan another dude’s name, but this was a delicate situation, and I’d excuse it.
I’m sure he— Valentina squirmed in my grip, rolled her hips against mine, matching my rhythm, shuddering against me.
He’ll know. Ask him, she managed to squeeze past her lips before another moan escaped them, whispered into my shoulder.
Her teeth dug into the skin to keep those that followed quiet.
From outside, I think I’d heard a Yeah, maybe, followed by departing steps, but Valentina twitched and pulsed around me, quite literally squeezing me to what might go down as the most spectacular orgasm of my entire life. And there’d been a few.
Around my hips, her legs were shaking. Her head was thrown against the wall I still had her pinned to, and her arms were around my neck, nails dragging across my back as she slowly blinked back into the present.
Into the reality where I’d fucked her in the shower, Iris on the other side of the door, and she’d come just seconds after her friend’s departure. Who knew if she’d even made it out of our room yet?
And I think Valentina was realizing the same thing.