Chapter 20
JAMIE
Even though I’ve never showered with another person before, I’m quickly becoming a fan. Especially since Tyler lets me wash him.
I was too eager to get his dick in me yesterday, I didn’t even take the opportunity to explore his body, touch him all over. And don’t get me wrong, his dick might as well be another World Wonder, but so could the rest of him.
Normally, I’d be super conscious about water usage, but I can’t summon the bandwidth right now.
I take my sweet time soaping up his back before running a washcloth over it, then do the same thing to his chest and abs.
Those things belong on a billboard, or in magazines.
And here I am, getting them all to myself.
“Having fun?” Tyler asks, knowingly.
I bite my lip, a little embarrassed but not enough to stop.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” I retort as I run the cloth over his contracting abs. Naturally, my gaze travels to his cock. It’s soft right now but twitches under my attention.
“I don’t know. Probably the fact that you look like you might eat me alive.”
“Nah.” I feign nonchalance. “I’d just nibble.”
Tyler’s laugh gets caught in his throat when I wrap a soapy hand around his length. Fuck, it’s so big and warm, and it pulses in my grip. My belly tingles in response, wanting to feel it inside again.
“Y-yeah, I don’t think I believe you,” he presses out through a groan. He’s hard now—he wasn’t overexaggerating when he said he’s always horny—and I fight against the urge to drop to my knees and swallow that thick cock until it spills down my throat.
Instead, I let go, earning a grunt of complaint, and bring my hand to his balls.
They still feel so heavy and full, even after he’s come inside me multiple times.
I gently roll them, then give them a cautious tug that earns me a throaty moan.
I file the information away in the folder titled: Ways to make Tyler come his brains out.
I grumble a bit when he stops me, but my protest dies when I realize it’s my turn.
Now I get to have Tyler’s hands all over me.
I expect him to be a little more efficient about it than me, but to my surprise, his touch lingers.
He even stops to rub the suds into my nipples, as if that’s the place that needs cleaning.
He pinches both, then pulls on them, turning them into hard little nubs.
I had no idea they would be this sensitive, always in too much of a rush to get something inside me instead. Even my dick sometimes goes neglected.
Speaking of…
I don’t expect Tyler to touch my dick at all, so I nearly do a split when his big, callused hand wraps around it. His grip is light but no less thought-annihilating.
“T-Tyler!” I grab onto his shoulders for support.
“What?” He chuckles. “You can tease me, but I can’t do the same?”
That’s not what I meant, but I don’t even have the strength to explain it. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to need a response.
“On second thoughts…” Letting go of my dick, he spins me around. “I think another part of you needs my attention more.” He gives my right cheek a gentle slap. “Ass out.”
With my hands on the wall, I push my hips back. He pulls my cheeks apart, the stretch on my sore rim making me hiss.
“Fuck. You’re a mess here.” He strokes my hole with his thumb. “This might not be the best timing to ask this—to be fair, we should’ve discussed this yesterday, alas we both got carried away.”
“Discuss what?” Hopefully nothing important. My brain isn’t braining at the moment.
“The fact that we went bareback. I’m normally much more responsible than that.”
Oh. Right. How did I not even think of that? He must think I’m just a dirty slut who’d let anyone do that to him.
“I’m sorry. I promise I’m negative, I haven’t been with anyone else since I got my results back.”
“Shh, I know,” he soothes. “It’s just the principle. I haven’t gone raw in years, so I can’t believe I didn’t even stop to think about it.”
Yeah, I remember us talking about it. He said he gets tested regularly, even though he never does it bare. Is it inappropriate that it makes me feel special?
“I’m negative too, by the way. Got tested this month,” he adds.
“Does that mean we can keep doing it like this?” I fail not to sound too excited.
“Seeing how you were desperately trying to keep my cum inside you like it was worth a million bucks, I guess we’ll have to, huh?” The humor in his voice tells me that despite the teasing, he wants this just as much as I do.
“Yes, please,” I say, drawing a chuckle out of him.
“It’s a deal, then.” He returns his attention to my hole, tapping it gently. “It’s quite red. Are you in any pain at all?”
I shake my head. “Feels good. Good kind of sore.”
“Hmm.” His thumb continues to circle my rim before dipping inside and pulling me open. I feel more cum leak out. I know it needs to be done, but damn, what a waste. Tyler angles the shower head so it hits my lower back. The hot water feels so good, so relaxing.
“You must’ve had plenty of practice playing with your toys. Makes me wonder how you can still be so tight.”
It could be a complaint, but it doesn’t strike me as one. Not when it’s spoken in that low, sexy voice.
“None of my toys are as big as you.”
Tyler makes a pleased sound, then swaps his thumb for two fingers. He pushes them deep, crooking them, cleaning me out.
“Guess you won’t be able to use them anymore. None of them will satisfy you after having my dick.”
I shiver and whimper; both because his dirty talk is taking me apart completely, and because he’s right. Once this is over, once he’s done with me, I’ll be a hopeless mess.
He must interpret my reaction as neediness—not totally wrong. With fingers still moving inside of me, he covers my back and whispers, voice husky, “Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you whenever you need.”
I squeeze his fingers. “N-now?”
“Now?” He laughs. “Don’t you think it might be a bit too much for you?”
I shake my head.
His fingers stop moving, but he doesn’t pull them out. Meaning he’s considering it.
“I don’t know… After I just cleaned you up and out? And there’s no lube.”
“Just once more? We’re already in the shower,” I reason. “And I’m still pretty loose.”
He huffs. “You have a point. Alright…” His fingers disappear, and butterflies go bananas in my belly. God, yes, yes! I brace myself properly against the wall and step my feet further apart for balance.
“Fuck. You’re insatiable,” Tyler comments, his hands grabbing my hips. “But so am I.”
With that, he slides his cock in. He goes slow, either because he’s afraid to hurt me or because he remembers what I said about wanting to feel it, maybe both.
Either way, I love it, love the burn as each inch fills me up.
We both let out deep moans when Tyler’s hips are flush with my ass, burying him as deep as possible. This is what heaven must be like.
“Good?” he checks.
I answer with another moan, which makes him chuckle. He pulls out, not completely, and slides back in, our wet skin smacking together. He pulls out again and thrusts in slow and deep. It’s amazing, but I really want to…
“C-could you…faster?”
“Sorry, bunny, no can do. Too dangerous.” His hands rub circles into my hips, as if in apology. “Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you again soon enough, when we’re dry and horizontal.” Another thrust. “I’ll give it to you so good you’ll forget your own name.”
I’m pretty sure I barely remember my name now. Not that I need it. When I’m with Tyler, I can be just ‘bunny’.
Tyler never picks up the pace, carrying on with the torturous, delicious slowness.
I…don’t really mind. While I would love to be used by him as nothing more than a hole for his cock, I also love that he isn’t in a hurry to come.
That he takes obvious pleasure in my body, in me, and wants to make sure I feel good too.
Plus, the unhurried pace combined with the fact that we’ve both come so many times since last night means the sex goes on for ages.
I am sensitive and it is a struggle to stay in this position, but none of it matters when I feel so warm, so full. So loved.
Tyler’s hand wraps around my cock, and my half-lidded eyes go wide. I don’t know if it’s the surprise or the dual stimulation, but it only takes him pumping me a few times before I’m shooting all over the tiles, clenching hard around his cock.
With a growl, he lets go of my spent dick and grabs my hips again. The next half dozen thrusts are short and hard, signaling he’s close too. Then he buries himself balls-deep, and I feel his cock jerk before warmth floods my insides. So. Fucking. Good.
“Fuck. That was amazing.” He sounds surprised, like he didn’t expect it to still be this good another time. It makes me preen.
He grinds into me, as if trying to push his cum deeper before pulling out. “Let’s see…” He spreads my cheeks. “Now push.”
Do what now? “I—what?”
I can hear the grin in his voice. “Push it out. I wanna see you dripping with my cum.”
Oh God. That’s…
“Come on, little bunny. Let me see how much I filled you.”
With an embarrassing whine, I bear down. The first dribble leaves me with a filthy squelching sound, and I swear every inch of my skin goes lobster red.
Tyler groans. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He plays with my rim while cum continues to trickle out of me. Then he scoops some up and pushes it back inside, making me gasp for air. “Your hole is greedy, I wonder how you’ll cope when you’re at work.”
Funny, I’ve been thinking the same thing. “P-plug. I could wear a plug.”
I feel him pause for a few seconds. Then, “Is that what you normally do?”
“Not really.” I shiver as he continues stroking my hole. “I’ve tried, but…I’m so sensitive. I couldn’t keep a straight face. It wasn’t even a big plug, didn’t even reach my prostate, but it just…”
“It felt so good to be filled that you couldn’t focus on work, huh?” he finishes for me. “You have to sit at that desk and answer the phone and all the stupid questions. I bet you couldn’t stop squirming. I bet your face was red the whole time.”
“Y-yeah.” God, I want him to fuck me again. Or at least give me his fingers. “It felt so good, but I was scared someone would find out.”
Tyler hums and, as if hearing my thoughts, he slides three fingers inside of me. “Scared someone would find out what a needy little thing you are? Needy and desperate for cock.” I nod, beyond caring how wanton I look. “How desperate?”
“Crazy.”
“Yeah? So if I walked in, as I do…” He starts to pump his fingers in and out. “If I rounded the desk and ordered you to bend over, in the middle of your shift…would you?”
He grazes my prostate, and I cry out, clawing at the slippery tiles.
“Yes,” I sob. “Yesyesyes.”
I can’t possibly tell him that’s one of my biggest fantasies—being claimed in a busy public place.
In those fantasies, a faceless stranger walks up to me and bends me over the nearest surface without a sliver of consideration.
It doesn’t matter where it is—at work, in class, public bathroom, a restaurant, the middle of a street—he pulls my pants down and shoves his big cock inside me, taking me roughly in front of everyone until his load fills me up.
Then he takes off, leaving me there with cum dripping down my thighs.
Sometimes, another man sees and decides to do the same, pushing into my cum-filled hole until he floods it too.
And sometimes…there is a whole line of men waiting their turn.
By the end, I’m dripping constantly, full and well-used.
Lately, there’s been one change, though—all those faceless strangers started wearing Tyler’s face.
“Shit,” Tyler says. He pulls out his fingers and in the next second the head of his cock presses against my entrance. “Okay, one more time. What do you say?”
I don’t know if I actually answer. I just register the blissful feeling of being filled again, of being whole. Even though this feeling won’t last forever, I will cling onto it for as long as I possibly can.
Even if it destroys me.