Our Dirty Little Secret

Tuli

“Come on, I was planning on a shared shower anyway. Now I get to keep you all to myself for a few more hours. Get over here, little damsel.”

Something about the way he called me little damsel sent a chill down my spine. The idea of showering with him made my muscles tighten in anticipation.

He extended his hand to me, and I placed mine in his. He drew me close against his chest, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss that left me breathless.

I let out a soft moan, my arms winding around his neck.

Just like the night before, he slipped his hands behind my thighs, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He carried us into the living room, all the while kissing me deeply. His arousal was evident, pressing against my wetness.

I whimpered softly against his lips, my body language practically begging him to take me again.

He resisted, pulling away. “Damn, Tuli,” he breathed, “I need to stop kissing you, or I’ll end up taking you right here and now. I want to wait until we’re under the water.”

I pouted at him, disappointed. He just winked and set me down. But before I could even step away, he scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder, my face pressed against his back.

I gasped in surprise. He chuckled, and I felt his hand smack my ass, making me yelp.

“Put me down!” I demanded, my voice filled with indignation.

He smacked me again, this time his hand landing on my wet folds. I cried out, my body on high alert.

He made a soothing noise, his hand gently rubbing me as he carried me up the stairs.

My protests turned into moans, and I let out a soft mewl as he carried me into the bathroom, still over his shoulder.

Once we were inside, he set me down. I looked around in awe. The bathroom was enormous, with enough space for both a shower and a tub, as well as the toilet and sink.

The shower and bathtub were huge. The bathtub was nearly the size of a hot tub, and the shower was like a separate room.

I was still staring in shock when I felt him come up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his fingers seeking out my wetness.

I moaned softly, my hands resting on his forearms, leaning back against him as he rubbed my clit. Pleasure bubbled up deep inside me.

He nibbled on my ear, his fingers sinking into me. I groaned as my muscles clenched around him.

“Tuli,” he murmured, “you’re so wet.”

I whimpered in response, my hips rolling against his hand as his fingers buried themselves deep inside me. He teased me a bit before withdrawing his fingers, leaving me groaning at the loss.

He chuckled and walked past me to the shower. I watched as he turned a few knobs behind the sliding doors, and water began to pour out.

He then turned to me, a mischievous glint in his eye.

I backed away slowly, but for every step I took, he took one forward. I continued to retreat until my back hit the edge of the sink counter.

Damn, I thought, ~he’s got me cornered~.

He grinned seductively, his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. “Why are you running?”

“Maybe because you look like you’re about to pounce,” I replied, a bit grumpy.

He raised an eyebrow at me and grinned. “I just like teasing you,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

He lifted me up again, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried us into the shower and set me down on my feet. He murmured softly into my ear, making me shiver: “Now what shall I do with you?”

He leaned in close, ready to kiss me. But before he could, I placed my hand on his chest. “You haven’t told me your name yet. I want to know.”

“Is that really what you want right now?” He looked at me, his voice coaxing.

“Don’t do that. I want to have something to call you,” I insisted, standing my ground.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. My name is Jayce. Now be quiet,” he ordered, pinning me against the wall.

This time, I didn’t protest as his mouth found mine, drawing me in with the taste and feel of his lips.

He reached down to squeeze my ass, coaxing a moan from me. I let his tongue explore my mouth, his teasing making me squirm.

He finally pulled away, leaving me breathless. He reached for the shampoo, asking permission with his eyes.

I nodded and turned my back to him. He began to work the soap into my hair.

I moaned softly as he massaged my scalp, the tension already starting to melt away. He gently pushed me under the spray, rinsing the suds from my hair.

He repeated the process with the conditioner, then washed his own hair. He then reached for the soap and began to wash my body, his touch slow and sensual.

He started at my shoulders, his hands moving lightly, then worked down to my breasts, massaging the suds over my sensitive skin.

I moaned softly as his hands moved down my belly to the apex of my thighs. He worked the suds into the curls at my sex, then his fingers sought out my wet folds.

I moaned with pleasure as he teased me, his thumb and forefinger gently squeezing my clit. I whimpered softly, and he groaned behind me. “Turn around and wash me,” he whispered, “and be quick or I might lose patience and take you now.”

I blushed furiously. Turning, I reluctantly reached for the soap, my eyes meeting his, dark with desire.

He watched as I lathered the soap between my hands, then began to wash him, starting at his shoulders.

My hands moved down to his chest in small, circular motions, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch.

I moved my hand lower, wrapping it around Jayce’s hard length. His breath hitched as I stroked him, my fingers exploring his cock. I gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

Suddenly, he had me pinned against the wall again, his knee parting my legs. “Stay just like this. I’ll be right back,” he murmured, stepping away.

I was left there, spread open against the wall, feeling exposed. When he returned, he was wearing a condom.

I blushed, my cheeks heating up at the sight of him.

He smirked, stepping closer and leaning over me. One hand held his erection, stroking it, while the other tugged at my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Tell me you want this,” he whispered, his voice rough.

“I want it,” I whispered back.

“What was that?” He teased, rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance.

“I want it,” I moaned.

“Louder,” he commanded, his hand reaching up to squeeze my breasts.

“Ahh,” I gasped, “I want it!”

With that, he pushed into me, his cock filling me completely. I bit my lip to hold back a moan as I tightened around him.

He smiled, starting to move inside me. He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into me. “Ah,” I cried out.

He grinned, setting me down on the shower floor, his hips rocking against mine, pushing deeper inside me.

He pulled out and thrust back in, setting a relentless pace. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clenched around his cock.

He grunted, fucking me hard. I matched his rhythm, whimpering as his cock hit just the right spot.

“Oh, god!”

He didn’t slow down, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. His cock rubbed against my sensitive walls, hitting that spot over and over. I bucked and shivered in pleasure. “I’m gonna come,” I cried out.

“Come for me, baby,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming even more frantic.

With a cry, I came, my body shaking with pleasure. He followed soon after, collapsing on top of me.

After our shower escapade, I got dressed and prepared to leave.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to get home. Jayce hadn’t spoken to me since we left the shower, until he realized I didn’t have a ride.

“I can give you a ride if you want,” he offered, sounding less than thrilled.

“Thanks,” I muttered. What’s his problem all of a sudden?

We left his place, him leading the way to his car, me trailing behind. He was silent, barely looking at me, but when he did, his gaze was cold.

Why is he acting like this?

Jayce opened the passenger door for me, and I climbed in.

He got in the driver’s seat, starting the car without a word. I watched him, trying to figure out what was going on.

The ride home was mostly silent, except for me giving him directions. When we arrived at my apartment, I stopped him before he could open the door for me.

“What’s going on?” I asked, meeting his gaze.

He was silent for a moment, then finally spoke. “You know this was a one-time thing, right?”

I rolled my eyes. “Considering how you’ve been acting since we left the shower, how could I not?”

He grinned, lifting my chin with his fingers. “I enjoyed it,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against mine. My breath hitched, my heart pounding in my chest.

Jayce pulled back. “I had fun, but it’s better if we don’t see each other again. I’m not good at relationships,” he said quietly.

I got out of the car, turning back to him one last time.

“Well, I’m glad I never got attached to you.”

I slammed the car door, angry at him for seducing me, and angry at myself for letting it happen.

Once I was inside my apartment, I watched him drive away through the window. I was certain I wouldn’t see him again.