black now. Rachael and Trey were out there, calling for us.
“Sit tight,” I yelled back. “Be out soon.”
I pulled back the shower curtain and was met with Max's hand on my shoulder. I couldn't see a blessed thing, but felt him staring at me somehow.
“Max? What are you –”
“Helping you up. Give me your hand.”
I did so, maybe enjoying it a little too much when his fingertips brushed mine. It would have been so easy to let his hands rove elsewhere, to let myself go and enjoy this moment for what it was and nothing more.
“Here's a towel.” He wrapped a fluffy one around me. “C'mon, watch your step.”
I tumbled out of the shower into his arms. My naked body pressed against his, and I wished then that he, too, would take off his clothes for me.
Here in this dark, steamy, cramped room, I could no longer help myself. Our lips met in a deep, ravenous kiss. Max's fingers trailed down my back. When he grabbed a handful of my ass, I didn't resist.
He growled in my ear. I needed him, and he knew it.
Off came the towel, and he smothered my back with kisses, starting between my shoulders and working his way down. There was something purely electric about his touch, something that made me weak-kneed and unable to say no any longer.
But when his pants unzipped, I tensed. This wasn't one of my shamefully erotic dreams. It was real.
“Anna, where are you? We can't find your stupid flashlight.”
I ignored Rachael's yelling and listened to Max's movements instead. His pants ruffled, then paper tore, followed by the familiar smell of latex.
Then he returned to me, curling his arms around my waist. His erection rubbed against me from behind. Oh, God. He was huge.
“You wanna be fucked, don't you?” His teeth grazed my neck. “Tell me. Say yes. I need to hear you say it.”
No man had ever talked to me this way before, nor had I ever been treated like such a piece of meat. If I consented, this would only be for sating a physical need, nothing more.
Somehow, right now, that sounded perfect to me.
“Yes.”
He leaned me over the counter as his cock entered me fast and hard. I was unused to such girth, and the sudden ache as he filled me up was surprising – yet wholly satisfying in a way I'd never experienced before.
We didn't speak as he held me there. Couldn't talk if we wanted to. Each thrust brought a stab of pleasure so powerful, if I dared open my mouth, the others outside would know exactly what dirty things were going on in here.
“Where the hell is Max? I've looked all over for him.”
I whimpered as Trey passed by the bathroom. Max held his hand tightly over my mouth and pumped into me slowly, tauntingly, until he had gone away. Then he plunged in again, all the way this time.
He was not careful or gentle. Not once did he ask if he might be hurting me, or whether I liked this, or what I wanted him to do to me. I knew he was merely using me for his own needs – but then, I was using him, too.
When I took his hand and held it over my slit, he paused, as if surprised by my sudden boldness. Then I used his rough, thick fingers to circle my clit, and he quickly got the message. He stroked me the way I showed him, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm in mere seconds.
In the dark and silence, all I could do was focus on my pleasure, on the strength of my release. He reached his own right after, biting down on my shoulder hard so he wouldn't let his moan slip out. In my haze of ecstasy, whatever pain he caused me somehow felt good.
We leaned into each other, breathing heavily. I wished that I could see his face, so at least I'd have some sort of clue what he was thinking.
“I told you,” he said, gulping down air. “Told you I'd have you one way or another, didn't I?”
“I guess...” I panted hard too. “Guess that you win.”
The power was still out, so I got dressed in the dark – although after that romp, I really could have used another shower.
“I don't get it, Trey. They
“Sit tight,” I yelled back. “Be out soon.”
I pulled back the shower curtain and was met with Max's hand on my shoulder. I couldn't see a blessed thing, but felt him staring at me somehow.
“Max? What are you –”
“Helping you up. Give me your hand.”
I did so, maybe enjoying it a little too much when his fingertips brushed mine. It would have been so easy to let his hands rove elsewhere, to let myself go and enjoy this moment for what it was and nothing more.
“Here's a towel.” He wrapped a fluffy one around me. “C'mon, watch your step.”
I tumbled out of the shower into his arms. My naked body pressed against his, and I wished then that he, too, would take off his clothes for me.
Here in this dark, steamy, cramped room, I could no longer help myself. Our lips met in a deep, ravenous kiss. Max's fingers trailed down my back. When he grabbed a handful of my ass, I didn't resist.
He growled in my ear. I needed him, and he knew it.
Off came the towel, and he smothered my back with kisses, starting between my shoulders and working his way down. There was something purely electric about his touch, something that made me weak-kneed and unable to say no any longer.
But when his pants unzipped, I tensed. This wasn't one of my shamefully erotic dreams. It was real.
“Anna, where are you? We can't find your stupid flashlight.”
I ignored Rachael's yelling and listened to Max's movements instead. His pants ruffled, then paper tore, followed by the familiar smell of latex.
Then he returned to me, curling his arms around my waist. His erection rubbed against me from behind. Oh, God. He was huge.
“You wanna be fucked, don't you?” His teeth grazed my neck. “Tell me. Say yes. I need to hear you say it.”
No man had ever talked to me this way before, nor had I ever been treated like such a piece of meat. If I consented, this would only be for sating a physical need, nothing more.
Somehow, right now, that sounded perfect to me.
“Yes.”
He leaned me over the counter as his cock entered me fast and hard. I was unused to such girth, and the sudden ache as he filled me up was surprising – yet wholly satisfying in a way I'd never experienced before.
We didn't speak as he held me there. Couldn't talk if we wanted to. Each thrust brought a stab of pleasure so powerful, if I dared open my mouth, the others outside would know exactly what dirty things were going on in here.
“Where the hell is Max? I've looked all over for him.”
I whimpered as Trey passed by the bathroom. Max held his hand tightly over my mouth and pumped into me slowly, tauntingly, until he had gone away. Then he plunged in again, all the way this time.
He was not careful or gentle. Not once did he ask if he might be hurting me, or whether I liked this, or what I wanted him to do to me. I knew he was merely using me for his own needs – but then, I was using him, too.
When I took his hand and held it over my slit, he paused, as if surprised by my sudden boldness. Then I used his rough, thick fingers to circle my clit, and he quickly got the message. He stroked me the way I showed him, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm in mere seconds.
In the dark and silence, all I could do was focus on my pleasure, on the strength of my release. He reached his own right after, biting down on my shoulder hard so he wouldn't let his moan slip out. In my haze of ecstasy, whatever pain he caused me somehow felt good.
We leaned into each other, breathing heavily. I wished that I could see his face, so at least I'd have some sort of clue what he was thinking.
“I told you,” he said, gulping down air. “Told you I'd have you one way or another, didn't I?”
“I guess...” I panted hard too. “Guess that you win.”
The power was still out, so I got dressed in the dark – although after that romp, I really could have used another shower.
“I don't get it, Trey. They
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