35. Jayden
35
JAYDEN
I’d just gotten the water running, letting the spray warm up a bit, when I heard the bathroom door creak open. I turned my head, surprised but not alarmed, and there she was: Tori, stumbling inside with a candle held triumphantly in one hand.
“Found one!” she said, breathless. “I thought…”
She trailed off the second her eyes landed on me. I mean, I was obviously not wearing a single stitch of clothing, and that fact hadn’t quite registered for her until right then. I could see it in the way her cheeks went pink, and in the way she seemed to forget why she’d come in the first place.
I tilted my head, half-smiling. “Thanks.”
She blinked. “Oh—right.” She recovered, just enough to set the candle on the sink. She used a lighter she’d apparently dug out of a kitchen drawer and got a small flame going. It flickered, casting a warm, soft glow on the tile walls.
“Better than just phone flashlights,” I said. The water pounded behind me, steam filling the space. For a moment, I thought she was going to go, but she seemed frozen in place, staring at me. At least her gaze was on my face, but even in the low light I could see the flush on her cheeks.
I cleared my throat, feeling weirdly self-conscious, which was new for me. Normally, being naked wasn’t a big deal, especially in a dark house with no power, but something about Tori seeing me like this made my brain short-circuit. Not that I was embarrassed, exactly—just… curious about what she was thinking.
I reached for the shower curtain, about to pull it across. “Um,” I said, half-joking, because that was my default when I didn’t know what else to do, “do you want to join me?”
I figured she’d laugh, roll her eyes, maybe call me a perv. But Tori just stared at me, wide-eyed. Water dripped into the tub; the candle flame danced. She hesitated. Then, to my shock, she nodded.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
For a heartbeat, I didn’t move. Was I imagining that? But her mouth was set in a determined, if slightly nervous, line. She was serious.
“Okay,” I finally managed, swallowing against the sudden dryness in my throat. “I guess you got pretty wet from the storm, too. Come on in when you're ready.” I pulled the shower curtain partly closed to give her privacy while she undressed. Which kind of didn’t make much sense given that she’d be in here naked with me in just a moment, but it still felt like the right thing to do.
I held my breath when Tori stepped in the shower with me. It still felt unreal. I’d been thinking about her, and that beautiful body, a lot recently, but I never expected something like this. The girl in my dreams was naked and standing next to me.
With the shower curtain pulled shut, the light from the candle didn’t help that much. But maybe it made her less nervous. Plus maybe that would give us a chance to use our other senses.
“Here, you stand under the water.”
I attempted to switch places with her, accidentally brushing my chest against her breasts as I did so. I pretended like I didn’t notice—which, of course, I fucking did.
She had put her hair up in a messy bun when she undressed, and now the water was hitting the back of her neck and shoulders as she stood facing me.
What the fuck did I do in this situation? Maybe the best course of action was to focus on her… and not on my rock-hard cock.
“Are you warm enough?” I asked.
“I am now.” She gave me a small smile. “But aren’t you cold? I’m blocking the water.”
“I’m feeling many things right now,” I said with a wry grin. “Cold is not one of them.”
She let out a soft laugh. “What are you feeling?”
“First off, I’m thinking how badly I want to kiss you.” My slightly nervous laugh echoed around the bathroom. “Hell, maybe we need Kyle here to organize some kind of R-rated game.”
“We don’t need Kyle,” she said, her voice soft. Then she took a step closer. “And I want to kiss you too.”
My cock twitched and my brain promptly blanked at that news. But the rest of my body? It knew what to do.
I cupped the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair, and gently pulled her toward me. Her hand slid up my bicep, and she rose on her toes. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, the water slicking our skin.
Her hips flinched when she felt my erection against her stomach, but I reached down, adjusted myself, and pulled her in tighter, grabbing her ass in the process. I groaned at the feel of my cock trapped between our bodies. She did too.
I inhaled her sweet scent, something warm and citrusy, and pressed my lips to hers. Her head tilted slightly, and our mouths fit together like they were meant to. Hell, our whole bodies did. Her skin was smooth, warm from the water, and I couldn’t stop my hands from exploring—sliding down her back, squeezing her ass, keeping her flush against me.
I wished her hair was loose, but I still managed to slide my fingers into the bun whenever I could.
“You feel so good, Tori,” I whispered against the corner of her mouth.
Her moan filled the small space. “You too,” she murmured.
She kept her arms wrapped around me, but then she began pulling gently. I took a step forward, and it almost felt like she was trying to slow dance. Then I realized—she was turning us around so the water would hit me instead.
That could work. I’d be more than happy to keep her warm.
But just as we resumed our kiss, the stream of water hit my shoulder and bounced directly into her face. She jumped back with a splutter.
“Oops,” I said, trying not to laugh.
The side of her hair was soaked—well, more soaked than it had gotten from the storm. She pushed it back out of her face, laughing a little herself.
“I wasn’t planning on washing my hair,” she said.
Time—and maybe my heart—stopped. Suddenly, the only thing I wanted in the entire world was to wash her hair.
“Could I?” I asked, my voice low.
She blinked. “Do you want to?”
I gave her a look. “I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that. I’ve got a gorgeous naked woman in the shower, and right now, what I want to do more than anything is shampoo her hair.”
Tori grinned, and something soft passed across her face. “Well, who am I to keep you from your dream?”
She reached up and undid the bun. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in wet waves. She looked fucking gorgeous. Like Lady Godiva.
Reaching back, I plucked the handheld showerhead from its mount on the wall. I angled it toward the lower half of her hair, wetting it thoroughly. It probably would’ve been easier if she turned around, but I wasn’t ready to give up the feel of her breasts against my chest—or the way our bodies pressed my cock tight between us.
I adjusted the nozzle to a narrower stream and used my hand to shield her face while I wet down the top of her head. Her eyes closed, and she leaned into the touch, warm water sliding through my fingers as I gently caressed her scalp.
“Do you have shampoo?” she whispered. “I probably should’ve asked that before.”
“Yes,” I said with a grin. “Did you think guys didn’t need clean hair too?”
I returned the showerhead to its place, positioning her so that the warm water hit her mid back. Grabbing the shampoo bottle from the caddy. I poured a generous amount into my palm.
“Turn around, sweetheart,” I whispered.
Now my cock was bobbing against her round ass and the sensation was overwhelming. But that’s not what this moment was about. I rubbed my palms together distributing the shampoo evenly and then plunged my hands in her hair. God it was so thick, so silky. It was like the scalp massage I’d given her before only a hundred times more intimate.
I gathered the long strands in one hand and then covered them with shampoo with the other. I worked my way back up and dug my fingers into her scalp and she moaned. I took my time lathering up every inch of that glorious mane. Every time Tori whimpered with need, she pushed her ass back against me. My cock was ready to explode. I willed it to calm down. My attention was on her, not it.
Her hair was thoroughly lathered up, but I still had a bit of a slippery shampoo on my hands. No sense in letting that go to waste. I pressed up against her and brought my hands up her flat stomach to cup her breasts. She groaned, her back arching as she let her head fall back on my shoulder. Her nipples were already hard, and I circled them with my thumbs as I lifted and kneaded those amazing breasts.
I had to pause a few times to fight for control. The way her sweet ass caressed my cock was close to pushing me over the edge.
Pulling on her nipples one more time, I whispered in her ear. “Ready for the rinse cycle?”
She groaned. “This feels so good. You sure we can’t just stay like this forever?” Her voice was soft and breathy.
“I like the way you think but the hot water supply isn’t going to hold out forever.”
“You’re right.” She sighed softly. “It just feels so damn good.”
I grabbed the showerhead again and adjusted the stream tighter so that I could aim it at her hair but not hit her face. Except then I thought about the words she had just said about how good it had felt and that gave me an idea.
Instead of aiming the stream of water at her hair, I let it hit her chest, splashing as it hit her smooth skin. “What are you—” she began, but she trailed off as I moved the stream lower down her flat stomach to her mound. She writhed against me as she figured out where the stream of water was headed.
I tilted my head and captured the edge of her ear in my teeth. I flicked my tongue back and forth and then whispered in her ear. “Put your foot up on the edge of the tub.”
She froze and I could practically hear the thoughts in her head. I couldn’t know for sure, but I bet they were something like, “Can I really do this?” or “I wonder what it would feel like?”
But she obeyed, moving the shower curtain enough to put her left foot on the edge of the tub. Which was perfect since I was right-handed.
I dipped the showerhead lower and aimed at the soft sensitive underside of her thigh. I let the water zigzag across her skin, getting closer and closer to that sweet pussy. The moment the water hit her slit, her back arched and she moaned. I glided my free hand down her stomach. God, she was warm. I slid my fingers along her overheated seam and then spread her open.
I let the stream of water slowly glide up and down her slit the same way I would with my finger or my tongue. I let the water go near her clit but held off until she was a little more used to it. Using two fingers to keep her spread open, I finally brought the water up to circle her clit. That’s when her hand clamped down on my wrist and she directed the spray to where she needed it.
Shit, the noises she was making were so damn hot. They echoed around the room and made my cock even harder.
I kept the spray of water where she had pointed it, and she took loud, gasping breaths. The pressure had to be intense, and it didn’t seem like she would be able to hold out much longer. She definitely liked this, judging by her iron grip on my wrist.
She whimpered as her breath grew even harsher. “That sounds so fucking hot,” I whispered. “Just let yourself go.”
“It’s too much.” Her voice trembled. But she still didn’t let go of my hand. She even nudged it a little to get the stream in a better position.
“You can take it until you come. And scream your head off baby, it’s just us here.”
Her moans and gasps sped up, and she finally let go of my hand as her arms and legs started to tremble. I kept the spray exactly where she’d had it and let her lean against me as her head fell back. A jolt tore through her, and she cried out, the sound very loud in the small bathroom. Her back arched, her ass pressed hard against my cock, and her breasts trembled as she came.
It was glorious. Her body writhed against mine as I struggled to keep the water pressure on her clit.
She cried out again and again. When she finally moved her hips away from the water stream, I lowered the showerhead. Her muscles gave out and I caught her before she could sink down to the bottom of the tub. I held her as she trembled.
She twisted around, clutching at my neck and burying her face against my chest as she tried to get her breathing under control. I stroked her hair, running my fingers through the lathered strands and held her to my chest.
“You have no idea how hot that sounded.”
She was still breathless, but she murmured, “It felt even better.”
“I’m glad,” I said. “I probably should rinse your hair before the water turns cold.”
She nodded, but the moment I tried to lift her hair with one hand and aim the spray with the other, she sank down to the bottom of the tub as if her legs wouldn’t hold her anymore. That gave me an idea. “You just stay there, and I’ll take care of everything,” I said.
I adjusted the stream of water again. Then I aimed it at the crown of her head, letting it flow over her hair in all directions. I made gradually widening circles as I rinsed the lather out of her dark strands. Once the hair around her head was shampoo-free, I gathered up the longer strands as if they were in a ponytail and held them while I let the water pour over them.
Tori rested her hand on my leg and at first, I thought it was for balance. Then her light touch slid upward, and I suddenly realized the positions we were in. I was standing over her. My body was angled slightly away, but there was no getting around the fact that my cock was rock hard and right at the level of her head.
I swallowed hard.
I angled my hips away, not wanting to put my cock right in her face as I got the last of the shampoo out of her hair. But her hand was still on my thigh and still trailing upwards. My muscles were tense as my mind went blank. When she reached the top of my thigh, her fingers disappeared and a second later, I felt a light touch on the underside of my cock.
Holy shit.
The touch was gentle touch, almost tentative. I glanced down and saw her looking up at me with an expression I could only describe as both nervous and completely determined.
My mind spun. A part of me couldn’t believe this was happening, another part was so turned on I could barely stand. Then she wrapped her fingers around my cock, and I forgot how to think. I put the showerhead back on its holder, afraid I might lose control and drop it on her.
The hot water drummed against my shoulders, running in rivulets down my chest, but I hardly noticed. All I could focus on was her warm touch.
When she first took me between her lips, my vision went hazy for a second. I let out a ragged exhale that I hoped wasn’t too loud. Her mouth provided an amazing, warm pressure and my groan bounced around the tile walls, the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.
Tori was being bold, but also careful, like she wanted to make sure she wasn’t accidentally hurting me. And like she was reading every shift of my body to figure out what felt best.
I braced a hand against the tile, trying to keep my balance. Heat coiled low in my stomach, and the simple, logical part of my brain was long gone. Every nerve in my body fired at once. I couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped my lips. And I couldn’t help calling her name as I placed a hand on the side of her head.
She glanced up at me, water droplets clinging to her lashes. The sight of my hard cock emerging from those soft lips nearly pushed me over the edge.
For a moment, I tried to say something, to tell her how incredible she was, how insanely good this felt—but words wouldn’t come. Instead, I let my fingers gently tangle in her wet hair, guiding her just a little. If she was willing to give this to me, I would gladly accept. I wanted this more than I could have imagined.
God, the sensation of her mouth and her tongue were incredible. They produced a rush of pleasure that made my knees threaten to buckle. I was vaguely aware of the water splashing around us, and of the soft flickering light from the candle, but mostly I was lost in her. In the way she touched me, in the quiet determination I felt in every move.
My breathing turned ragged. Tension gathered at the base of my spine, everything inside me coiling tighter, closer to that edge. Every cell in my body wanted to give in to it—wanted to let her push me right over that line.
“God,” I managed to rasp, barely recognizing my own voice. I could tear my eyes from her face as she took my cock. I kept having to reassure myself this was really happening.
She looked up again, and I swore I saw the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth, despite everything else. That was what did it. My balls tingled and my whole body tensed. I clutched at her hair and tried to ease her back in case she didn’t want to swallow, but she stayed where she was, her lips firmly wrapped around my cock. My whole body tightened, and I came with a shuddering groan I couldn’t hold back, heat coursing through me as she swallowed rapidly.
For a long moment, I stood there, water beating down on my shoulders, as I tried to catch my breath. I just stared at her, heart pounding so hard it almost hurt. She smiled as she finally let my spent cock slide away from those soft lips.
Finally, I helped her up, still unsteady, and I pulled her into me, water cascading off our tangled bodies. I didn’t have the right words for what I was feeling—a mix of gratitude, wonder, and a powerful urge to worship this amazing woman.
When she nestled her head against my chest, I wrapped my arms around her.
I didn’t let go for a very long time.