6 #2
“That’s how you like it, isn’t it?” I whisper in her ear in a hoarse voice, biting her earlobe hard. “The chaotic superstar of Ravenhill melts when someone else decides to take control of the situation.”
Alicia responds by thrusting her hips violently against my hand, fucking my fingers with a desperation that sets my soul ablaze.
Her free hand goes straight for my breasts, pinching my nipples hard enough to wrench a moan of pain and pleasure from me that courses through my entire body until it reaches my own throbbing clitoris.
“Harder, Clara… fuck… don’t hold back at all,” she begs between broken gasps, digging her nails into my shoulders.
I pick up the pace wildly, sliding a third finger inside her without hesitation.
Her pussy stretches deliciously around my hand.
With my other hand, I grab her wet hair tightly and pull her head back, exposing her neck so I can bite it eagerly once more.
I suck, lick, and mark her skin viciously while my three fingers fuck her mercilessly from the inside.
The wet, obscene sound of my hand slapping against her sex mixes with the roar of the water hitting the shower floor.
Suddenly, in one swift motion, Alicia pushes me with tremendous force, reversing our positions in the blink of an eye.
My back slams hard against the wet tiles, and before I have time to react or protest, she drops to her knees in front of me with a completely wild smile on her face.
I don’t even have time to breathe. She buries her face directly between my spread thighs and devours me with a single sweep of her tongue.
“Alicia…” I groan loudly, throwing my head back. My hands instinctively tangle in her soaked hair, and I pull her closer, pressing her face against my sex.
She sucks my clit with delicious insistence, slides her long fingers back inside me, and begins moving them at a frantic pace that matches the movements of her tongue.
I try with all my might to maintain my composure and control, but my hips move completely on their own from the pleasure, grinding against her face uncontrollably.
I can clearly feel her third finger slide inside me and the way she curves them upward, searching for that sacred spot deep inside me. As soon as she finds it and presses hard, I let out a long, high-pitched, shameless moan that I’m forced to stifle by covering my mouth with one hand.
“Shit…”
The orgasm hits my body like a bolt of lightning.
My legs tremble uncontrollably, threatening to buckle, and I press Alicia’s face with brute force against my pussy as I come, contracting spasmodically around her fingers.
She doesn’t stop for a second; she keeps licking every drop of my pleasure with devotion until I’m left completely oversensitive, gasping and trembling like a leaf beneath the water.
But it’s not over yet. I yank her up from the floor with my shaky hands, kiss her furiously—tasting myself on her lips—and force her against the tiled wall. Now it’s her damn turn.
“Hands against the tiles, Alicia. Now,” I order in a hoarse voice.
Alicia obeys instantly, arching her back exaggeratedly and offering me that perfect, firm ass of hers on a platter.
I quickly kneel behind her and forcefully spread her buttocks apart with both hands.
My tongue goes straight between them without a second thought while my fingers plunge back inside to fuck her pussy from behind.
Alicia lets out a tremendous cry that echoes throughout the bathroom, thrusting her hips backward to beg for more.
“Clara… fuck… yes… right there!”
I devour her with pent-up, ravenous hunger, alternating between her pussy and her ass, working her mercilessly with my tongue and fingers at the same time.
When I feel she’s completely on the brink, I stand up abruptly, press my entire bare chest against her wet back, and slide my whole hand between her legs from behind, wrapping my other arm around her.
“I want to feel every last bit of you coming on my fingers,” I whisper directly into her ear, biting her shoulder hard.
My fingers slide easily inside her as I fuck her deep and without mercy. Alicia thrusts her hips backward like a woman possessed, desperately seeking more friction against my hand. My other hand goes straight to her clit and rubs it in fast, vigorous, precise circles.
“I’m going to come… Clara, God, don’t stop, don’t stop…!”
“I wasn’t planning on stopping even if they paid me to,” I growl, giving her one last bite on the neck.
The orgasm courses through her body with brutal intensity.
Alicia screams my name with all her might, clenching with incredible force around my fingers buried inside her, coming so hard that her knees buckle and threaten to send her to the floor.
I hold her firmly, pressing her against my body and continuing to move my fingers throughout her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she melts in my arms beneath the water.
We stay exactly like that for a few long seconds, wrapped around each other, breathing heavily and noisily beneath the stream of water that’s starting to cool.
But fifteen minutes aren’t enough for us.
Not by a long shot. Although, unfortunately, they’re all we have right now if we don’t want to get ourselves into a massive mess with the club’s board.
I turn her toward me abruptly and kiss her on the mouth with an almost desperate fury, and right after that, I pull away from her with superhuman effort.
“I want more, Clara… please…” she pleads, her gaze unfocused, brushing her swollen lips against mine.
“It was supposed to be fifteen minutes… and…” I keep my eyes fixed on my analog wristwatch, which I left on the shelf.
“We’ve gone over by exactly two minutes.
Finish your shower, get dressed, and try to cover up those lovely marks I just left on your neck somehow if you don’t want the coach asking you for an explanation. ”
It takes a tremendous mental and physical effort to pull myself away from her body, to leave her there alone beneath the shower spray, and to silence once and for all my insane desire to slam her against the wall again.
I rush out of the shower, away from the suffocating heat of the steam and away from her before I lose my mind again.
I pick up my uniform from the floor with my hands still trembling and get dressed as fast as I can, trying to quickly erase the physical traces Alicia Puertas has just left on my body and, above all, that perfect storm she has unleashed inside me and which, of course, hasn’t quite subsided yet.