Chapter 2
I let the warm water cascade over me. To my disappointment, I didn’t hear Bryce’s steps behind me, and when I glanced back before walking into the changerooms, he wasn’t there.
I kept telling myself this was better, but my body had a mind of its own and ached in protest. Who was I kidding? I craved Bryce like no one else. I wanted him here, with me!
A soft sigh left my lips as I lathered my skin and shampooed my hair. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the vanilla-scented foam and closed my eyes. I massaged my breasts, imagining his firm palms on me instead. Touching, stroking, claiming.
My nipples hardened, and the wetness between my legs grew as more and more dirty images floated through my head. A wide smile spread across my lips as I pictured him in my mind, naked and ready to fuck me senseless. I could almost feel his mouth on mine, his fingers pinching my nipples, and his cock stuffing me.
The creak of the door caught my attention. My pulse raced as I noticed Bryce sneaking into the changeroom. The shower stall was made of glass, so even through the thin layer of fog, he could easily distinguish every inch of me.
I hope he likes what he sees.
His presence was enough to awaken my inner slut, who was now desperately sussing out the chances of a good fuck, exactly like I fantasized.
“I hoped you’d join me,” I said in a sweet voice.
As I rinsed off the shower gel and shampoo, I swayed my hips and made my tits bounce. Nature had been good to me, and I was lucky enough to have round, perky breasts, and a peachy, gym-perfect ass. And at the moment, I was all too eager to wiggle them for Bryce.
Having him join me definitely boosted my confidence, and now my inner slut was demanding to have him as my first. I was ready to put all my wiles on display for him to have that happen, and my pussy showed her approval with a flutter.
Bryce watched me while he undressed. The fog didn’t allow me to see his face clearly, but I wanted to picture him staring at me with that lust I’d noticed in his eyes a few times.
My heart leaped in my chest as he pushed his boxers down, stepping out of them completely. Even through the misted glass, it was impossible to miss that porn-star-level cock.
Oh, fuck! He’s big!
I almost moaned just from staring at him, and my pussy quivered in anticipation. My excitement grew with every step he took toward the shower stall, and when he finally joined me, bolts of electricity zig-zagged along my body.
Fuck, he looked even better than I thought! I’d fantasized so many times about what he must hide under his usual training gear, but damn! I licked my lips as I lazily took him in.
Every inch of him was sculpted, and my breath grew labored as I admired the lean muscles shifting beneath his skin. Bryce’s broad shoulders tapered into a defined torso. Heat flushed through me as my eyes fell on his smooth, taut chest, my heart racing with each rise and fall of it.
Excitement spasmed through me as I let my eyes linger over his abs. How the hell did someone his age still have a six-pack!? I mean, I knew he was a former skater, and that he still trained every day, but honestly, it was unfair for a silver fox like him to look so damn good!
My face burned as I glanced lower. I knew quads had been Bryce’s specialty when he was still competing, and damn, his impossibly strong legs still showed it.
But what really made my stomach tighten with delicious warmth was his cock. Fuck, huge wasn’t even close to describing it. He was so hard, thick, and long that I could easily distinguish every prominent vein. A bolt of liquid heat zinged to my clit as he throbbed, pre-cum oozing from the mushroom head.
Fuck! I want him! Now!
“I’m going to assume you like the view,” he said.
Bryce had flirted and joked with me in the past, but now his voice had something different, something primal, raw, and so damn dangerously seductive that every bit of my body tingled with need.
I smiled and ripped my eyes away from his cock, fixing them on his. Fine, maybe he was illegally attractive, but he couldn’t deny the desire glazing his face. And knowing that he wanted me? That gave me the biggest boost of confidence ever.
“Yes,” I purred, inching closer to him. “And I can assume you enjoy what you see, too.”
Maybe I was a virgin, but I had seen enough movies and read enough slutty books to know exactly how to use my wiles to get what I wanted.
And right now, I wanted him.
“Yes,” he said.
Electricity danced through me as he moved so fast that my mind barely kept up with what he was doing. A thrill of submission rolled down my back as he pressed me against the wall and pinned my hands above my head.
Okaaaay, I always pictured him as being dominant, but this was even hotter than I imagined. The cold touch of the tiles contrasted with his heated body, and, caught between them, it was as if I’d been electrified.
I arched and rubbed against him, moaning as I felt the warm, heavy weight of his cock against my skin.
Bryce leaned so close to me that I could feel his minty breath against my face. But as soon as I tried to kiss him, he slightly pulled back.
“Are you sure you want this, Livia?”
The question surprised me. Was he kidding me? I was basically drooling and begging like a little whore for his cock, and he still doubted what I wanted? And yet, his concern made something inside me pulse, turning me on like crazy, and making me crave him even more.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want you!”
That seemed to be everything he needed to hear. The next second, his mouth was on mine, and my entire being melted on the spot. If I had my hands free, I would have been clawing at his back and pulling him closer, but he still pinned my wrists against the wall. I felt so vulnerable and under his control, exactly like in my wet dreams, and that made arousal spike through me.
He tasted mentholated and sweet at the same time, and I could discover a hint of the mix of caramel, vanilla, and mint as we made out. That was his favorite coffee, and after I’d tasted it at some of our first training sessions and told him I liked it, he started to bring me one, too, in the morning.
Releasing my hands, he moved his palms along my body. I quivered and moaned as he cupped my tits while pressing himself into me. I could feel his erection against my thigh, wet with pre-cum.
Water fell over us, adding an extra layer to my pleasure. Looping my hands around Bryce’s neck, I squirmed, shamelessly grinding against him.
Goosebumps covered me as he wrapped his arm around my waist and slowly moved his other palm lower, over my flat torso, traveling toward my burning point. I let out a weak whimper as he pressed his fingers on my clit.
“Oh, yes!”
“You’re so wet for me, Livia. Like a little slut.”
Embarrassment mixed with arousal, exciting me even more. I had never had someone call me a slut before, and now, coming from Bryce’s mouth, it was maddeningly hot. I smiled and rubbed against his palm, peeping out moans with each rub of his fingers.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty pussy of yours until you scream my name,” he whispered against my lips before giving me another long, possessive kiss.
Bryce changed his focus from my mouth to my neck, the scruffiness of his beard causing goosebumps along my skin. At the same time, he pressed his fingers firmly on my clit, making my legs tremble.
Pleasure floated through me from head to toe, and I felt myself spiraling toward my orgasm. I’d touched myself in the past, getting myself off over and over again, but now, having someone else’s hands on me was a lot better. And more, having Bryce, of all men, as the one making my body sing for him, was driving me wild.
I could tell he was experienced and knew exactly what he was doing. He changed the rhythm a few times until he found the perfect one, and I could tell he was reading the way I reacted to his touch.
My moans increased in intensity as he guided me toward the peak. I ran my hands through his hair, pushing him more into my neck while he kissed and bit me there. Damn, I might even have a hickey. That would be my first, and in a lewd way, it made me imagine he had branded me as belonging to him.
Fuck, why was the idea of being claimed in such a primal way so arousing? I didn’t know, and at this point, I didn’t even care, my brain cells being too busy enjoying all the sensual sensations he sent through me.
“Careful, little slut,” he whispered. “Other people might have arrived at the rink, too.”
The high risk sizzled my brain and gave me the final nudge. I cried out my bliss as pleasure overflowed my system, making me see stars in front of my eyes. Bryce crushed his lips to mine, devouring me and muffling my screams of joy.
Time seemed to stop for me as I lost myself in a blissful blur. I barely returned from my height when I felt Bryce easily lifting me in his arms and trapping me between his powerful frame and the cold tiles.
I wanted to tease him about showing off his strength, but my brain turned mushy as he pushed inside my pussy. I was so wet that he easily slid into me, stretching me wide open for him. A few pangs of pain shot through my core, increasing my pleasure.
His demanding kiss swallowed the animalistic screams of delight I wanted to let out as he stuffed me inch by delicious inch, filling me up completely.
He was a lot bigger than any dildo I’d shoved inside me, but my inner walls quivered and hugged him in appreciation. It was as if my body eagerly surrendered to him, and once he started to thrust, all I could feel was pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried out.
His thrusts were slow and long, but he picked up speed with each one. I threw my head back against the tiles, rocking in his arms and trying to mimic his movements. Water fell right on my face, intensifying everything.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “So perfect. So mine.”
A shiver ran down my back as I looked at him. His gaze was smoldering with desire, the mix of lust and possessiveness pushing all my buttons. I had dreamed so much about how it might feel to have a cock inside my pussy, but Bryce definitely surpassed all my expectations.
It was wonderful!
He maneuvered my body, changing the angle. A wave of pleasure stormed within me as he teased my G-spot, and I dug my nails into his back, making him hiss.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! There!” I cried out.
I should probably think about whether anyone might hear us, but at that point, I no longer even cared. This was sinfully perfect, and I wanted nothing more than for this moment to never end.
Wrapping myself tighter around him, I kissed him with abandon. His thrusts turned rougher, each one more forceful than the last, skyrocketing me toward the edge.
“I’m going to claim this pussy, Livia. I’m going to fill you up and make you mine.”
I knew it was the heat of the moment doing the talking, but the possessiveness with which he spoke and his words resonated deep within me. I cried out, “Yes!” while spiraling closer and closer to my release.
When my orgasm swept me away, wreaking havoc inside my body, my mind shut off. Bryce muffled my desperate screams of joy with another kiss, and I deepened it while spasming and trembling in his arms with each wave of blazing pleasure.
I clamped hard on his cock, and a few thrusts later, a wave of sticky hotness flooded my pussy. I blessed the moment I’d started taking birth control pills so that I could thoroughly enjoy being claimed in such a filthy way by him.
Once we were both back from the realm of rapture, he slowly pulled out, but continued to keep me in his arms. I purred as he planted a soft kiss on my forehead, sending shivers down my back.
“God, this has been unbelievable,” I whispered, melting into him. “You’ve been amazing.”
He gave me that wide, confident smirk of his that always made my heart beat faster. Bryce brushed his lips to mine before murmuring, “You’ve been the amazing one, little slut,” his words summoning a fresh surge of joy inside me.
I pressed my lips to his, kissing him slowly, moaning as he deepened it.