19 - Peyton
PEYTON
I’d taken my first dark shower in my teenage years, when the power had gone out during a summer storm. Since then, I enjoyed them often. There was something strangely baptismal about letting the shadows swallow you whole, as invisible rivulets of heated water snaked their way down your naked body.
I was still rinsing away my sins when I heard the bathroom door open and close. There was a quick flash of moonlight. My body stiffened…
Then the shower spray shifted, as something warm and hard pressed into me from behind.
Two tremendous arms slid around me, the big hands settling over my quivering stomach. They slid upward, cupping my breasts. They dragged over my nipples, tracing circles there, as a warm mouth closed over the side of my neck.
I let out a sigh, arching my shower-warm ass backward against the hard, rippled body pushing against me. It was too tall to be Ripley. Too thick to be Theo…
A hand closed over mine, pinning it to the tile. Even in the near-darkness, I saw the faint outline of a globe and anchor there. The kind of tattoo only a Marine would have.
The one on the back of Colson’s hand.
Yes.
Excitement surged through me, even before I felt the rest of his chiseled body mold itself to mine. The shower spray washed over us, welding us together in the shadows. Confidently, his hand took mine. He pulled it behind me, between his thighs, and placed it over something hard and unyielding.
Fuck!
He was iron-like already. Full and thick and formidably hard.`
“I guess you heard us?” I breathed.
Colson responded by not responding at all. He continued kissing my neck, where a ripple of electric shivers were exploding outward, in every direction.
His hand still held mine. Gripping it firmly by the wrist, he used it to drag himself up and down through my warm, wet furrow. It felt tantalizingly thick. Incredibly fucking amazing.
“You waited for us to finish,” I whispered into the darkness.
I gasped as he pushed forward, parting my folds.
A moment later I was pinned tightly against the shower wall, moaning softly as he surged in and out of me.
The hot mouth on my neck was driving me totally crazy.
His kisses were fire, and each time those lips shifted to a new place, it sent my mind spiraling.
The baton of a dick inside me was unleashing a slow, spreading heat that made me feel warm and drowsy beneath the shower spray. In the fog of my own delirium, I felt stuffed deliciously full.
“You didn’t have to wait, you know…” I breathed, purring the words. “You could’ve just—”
A hand rolled into my hair. It made a fist, tilting my chin upward, arching my body backwards to more deeply meet his thrusts. And there was an urgency in the way he gripped me. Like some primal, undeniable need could no longer be staved off, and was finally being satisfied.
The slapping of our bodies echoed in the beautifully-tiled enclosure, rising above the roar of the water.
Colson was breathing faster, now. His mouth roamed the goosebump-inducing zone between my shoulder and the nape of my neck.
He couldn’t stop kissing me there, and I never wanted him to stop.
My insides were dripping with all new wetness, my libido completely recharged.
A powerful arm snaked around my waist, squeezing me tightly, possessively; pulling me hard against his slamming, pistoning hips.
And then just as suddenly, he was erupting inside me.
He slammed himself home, one last time, and I felt the swell of his manhood, thumping deeply.
It throbbed against my very womb, as he pumped me full of his hot seed.
Ohhhhhhh…
It was indescribably hot, doing it in the darkness. I loved getting so unexpectedly possessed from behind; reveled in the feel of his iron-like body, surging against my own. Again and again, he crushed me against the hard, unyielding tile. I spread my hands wide. I pushed back…
And the harder I pushed, the deeper he went.
Holy shit.
I wasn’t being fucked, I was being mated. This wasn’t lovemaking, this was something far more urgent, and desperately necessary.
Guilt disappeared. Elation rushed in; to take its place. Surrounded by shadows, all of my other senses became heightened. Every aspect of my onrushing climax was made better, sharper, and more in focus.
Yesssss…
Colson was still filling me as I exploded around him.
I thrashed my head left and right, letting out some guttural, almost animalistic cry.
No hand went over my mouth this time. The fingers in my hair rolled tighter though.
His thick fist guided my head backwards, over my shoulder, as Colson leaned in and pressed tighter against me…
And then his lips finally, at long last, crashed into mine.
It was insane, kissing this man for the first time while he came inside me.
His mouth was intoxicating; his tongue lingering with sweetness as it danced with mine.
We kept kissing and kissing, our breath intermingling as the last of our orgasmic grunts and whimpers became one.
And then he just held me there, his broad chest heaving against my back.
The water washed over our spent bodies, as the arms around me finally relaxed.
Turning my face to the spray, I took a deep, shuddering breath that ended in a long, satiated sigh. My body was still on fire. Every last nerve ending was buzzing now; totally alive with electricity and exhilaration.
I stood up and squeezed the water from my hair before flipping it behind me. The full gravity of the situation was just now sinking in.
Three men, Peyton.
It was surreal. Unreal. Super fucking amazing.
One night.
My eyes fluttered open, expecting to see my newest lover in all his spent, Herculean glory.
But the shower was already empty.
And Colson was gone.