Chapter 10
Mac turned on the shower and let it warm up as she undressed. Her mind drifted to Barry, and she wondered what he was doing out in her living room right now. Was he looking through her stuff, or was he just sitting on the couch waiting for her?
Again, she didn’t know much about him. For all she knew, he was a serial killer who was all nice and smooth in the beginning and would strike when she least expected it. Now she was going into a shower where she would be vulnerable.
Mac shook her head at herself as she stepped under the spray. She had a wayward imagination. There was nothing serial killer about Barry.
Mac closed her eyes and dunked her head under the water. It felt stiff from the sea water and full of knots. She hated that feeling.
Mac felt a stirring of the hair on the back of her neck as if someone were watching her. She was about to pull back from the spray when a warm chest pressed against her back.
Mac jolted in surprise and gave a squeak of alarm. “Shh…it’s just me,” Barry said in a gentle voice, his arms gliding up and down her arms in a reassuring motion.
“I know,” she replied defensively.
“Then why are you screaming?”
“It wasn’t a scream but a squeak.”
“Is there a difference?” he asked playfully.
“There is,” she answered confidently. “Now what are you doing in my shower?”
“I didn’t want to keep waiting for you.” His hand drifted forward from her arm to cup her breast.
“I haven’t been gone but five minutes.”
“That’s too long,” Barry mumbled, snuggling up closer to her back. She felt the hard press of his cock between her butt cheeks.
“We’ve been apart all day,” she continued to argue, though she didn’t know what the point was. It wasn’t like she was going to send him away.
“Again, too long.”
“I still need to shower.” Mac’s protest was weak as Barry trailed hot kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. Her head fell to the side as his kisses rose to her ear.
“Allow me to help,” he whispered softly.
“Okay.” She was done fighting. She didn’t know why she had even started other than when she was scared, she became defensive.
“Where to start.”
“My hair.” Mac had a good shampoo for the tangles when she forgot her hair tie.
“It’s a dirty job, but I can do it.”
Mac held still as Barry released her and reached down on the floor for her shampoo. She watched him as he put a large dollop in the palm of his hand and rubbed them together until he had a good lather.
Mac closed her eyes and leaned back into his chest as he rubbed slow massaging circles into her scalp. He took extra care to get from root down to the ends of her hair. “There are a lot of knots in here.”
“I know.” Mac grimaced when his fingers pulled on such a knot. “I forgot my hair tie today. The wind does this when I don’t have it tied back.”
“Well, let’s get these knots out. I’ll make sure you remember a hair tie in the morning.”
“Who’s to say you’ll still be here?” she questioned, turning her head to look at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Kicking me out already?”
“I’m not in a rush. As long as you keep doing that.” All he was doing was rubbing her head, but it felt so good. He could do this all night if he wished, though there were other places she wanted him to rub.
“As you wish. Now close your eyes so I can rinse your hair.”
Mac did so and leaned under the spray. Barry kept rubbing her head until the last of the suds were washed out.
“All done.”
“Thank you.” Mac reached for her sponge and put a generous amount of soap on it and started rubbing it together to foam up.
“Allow me,” Barry said, taking it from her hands. “You’ve had a long day. Allow me to pamper you.”
A girl could get used to this.
Barry didn’t wait for her reply but started scrubbing her back. His motions were just as gentle and careful as washing her hair. As if he were treating her as precious glass.
His washing continued down her back to the round globes of her ass. Mac felt Barry move behind her, and she looked down under her arm to see him kneeling on the tile and staring at her back end.
“What is that scent?” Mac felt Barry move in closer to sniff her back.
“It’s a tropical blend one of the local shops make. Do you like it?”
“You smell so sweet.” Barry pressed his hand with the sponge between her legs, telling her without words to widen her stance.
Mac reached forward to brace her hands on the tile in front of her and spread her legs until the outsides of her feet touched the ends of the shower stall.
Water pelted her back and slid down her sides, blocking the spray from Barry’s face.
The sponge swiped up the inside of one leg then the other before returning to her center. Mac closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to quiet her groan of pleasure. She already felt on the edge, and he was barely touching her.
Mac’s eyes sprang open when she felt something warm pressing against her folds. She looked down to see the sponge was gone and Barry’s head was between her legs. It was an odd angle with him behind her.
“Barry,” Mac husked.
“Hush, I’m cleaning you.”
Mac opened her mouth to argue this wasn’t how one cleaned themselves, but then his tongue glided forward over her clit and all words fell from her mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he praised as he kept up his ministrations.
Mac’s breath came out in short pants with every swipe over her clit then through her folds.
“Barry,” she gasped when she felt his mouth leave her and something small and hard thrust inside of her.
It glided in and out, curling when it reached deep inside her canal.
Another object followed, opening her wider and scissoring against her walls.
Mac braced her forehead on her arm and bounced on the digits when they thrust deep inside of her, unable to just stand there any longer.
Barry rose behind her, removing his fingers. Before she could mourn the loss, his cock took its place and thrust hard and deep, seating himself to the root in one thrust.
Mac bellowed as her body shuddered with the sudden orgasm that wracked through her body. Barry didn’t slow his thrusts as he worked her through her Kegels flexing.
“Fuck, I love the feel of your muscles clamping down on my cock.”
Mac faintly remembered they hadn’t used protection again, but she was too out of her mind to care at the moment.
Barry’s hands held onto Mac’s hips, and he pulled her into his powerful thrusts. Mac used her grip on the wall to push back against him as Barry worked her body to a fever pitch. The only sound to be heard was their harsh breathing and the smacking sound of their bodies colliding.
Mac’s arms burned from the exertion of holding herself up, but she didn’t want to stop to readjust. One arm slid across the tiles to grip the wall next to her as the other tunneled between her legs.
Mac’s inner muscles clenched down around Barry’s cock as she felt herself hurtling toward another climax.
“Are you touching yourself?” Barry leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Uhn,” was the only sound she could get out.
Barry leaned forward until his chest was plastered to her back. He kissed and nipped the back of her right shoulder as one hand released its grip on her hip to move to her front and up to her breast, kneading it before plucking her nipple.
“Make yourself come. I want to feel your walls strangle my cock.”
Between Barry’s words and the overstimulation, Mac shot off like a rocket. Barry grunted and bit down on her shoulder before he pulled out of her. She felt hollow without him, but it was better he not come inside of her even if she did like the feel of him coming inside of her.
Mac collapsed forward against the tile, feeling as weak as a newborn foal. Her legs shook from trying to support herself, but she wasn’t about to collapse into a heap on the shower floor.
“Much longer shower than I planned,” Mac murmured half asleep. Barry gathered her into her arms and peppered soft kisses along her shoulder and neck.
“Worth it though.”
“It was, but now I need to find the energy to finish cleaning myself, then dry off and still get dressed.” Not to mention turning off the water before the lukewarm temp turned cold. The water tank wasn’t very large and turned cold quickly.
“Not to mention walk back to the bar and have something to eat.”
“Ugh,” Mac groaned. It sounded like too much energy and effort.
“We can always eat in,” Barry suggested.
That did sound preferable. Mac did a mental list of what she had in her fridge. “I like that better.” She even had a few beer bottles to enjoy at dinner.
“Alright, go get dressed while I find us something to eat.” Barry set her upright, left the shower stall, and grabbed a towel from her rack.
Mac picked up the discarded sponge on the ground and quickly finished washing her front and between her legs before the water turned frigid.
So much for her plan to shave. It would have to wait until tomorrow.
“You don’t have to do that. I can make us something.
” She turned off the water and shook out her arms and legs before leaving the stall.
She avoided his pile of clothes and grabbed another towel from the linen closet on the other side of the sink.
The air was cool with the air conditioning running and the bathroom door open to let all the steam out. It felt good after all the steam they had been creating not long ago.
“Don’t trust me rummaging through your fridge?” Barry asked as he toweled off. Mac kept her gaze adverted so she didn’t become distracted by his nakedness. The man seemed very comfortable in the nude. Or he was just trying to fluster her.
If that was the case, he was succeeding. The man had a gorgeous body she had yet to fully explore.
“It’s not that. It’s my house and you are my guest. Guests don’t cook.”
“I’d prefer a different term, but we can work on that.”