My heart pounds in my chest as Rachel leans into the shower to restart the water. A stream of hot water erupts, filling the room with white noise and drowning out everything but this moment between us. Rachel’s bent over, and her petite ass is so freaking amazing that I have to touch her.
Two steps, and I’m right behind her. Rachel straightens at my presence. I place my hands on her hips, acutely aware of her wet hair dripping down her back, between her butt cheeks. The beautiful sight sends a pang of lust straight to my core.
She sucks in a breath the moment I touch her, and goosebumps break out all over her skin. She’s hot beneath my fingers, a stark contrast to her cold, wet hair. I swipe her long blonde locks to the side and kiss her neck. She smells so good. What is that? Coconut? It intoxicates me. I take another deep breath, just as Rachel turns around and looks up at me.
“I’m sorry if this is too sudden,” she says, a bright pink blush spreading across her face. “I know we barely even know each other, but—”
“Then let’s get to know each other,” I blurt, eager to explore her body. She smirks at that, probably laughing at me. But she has no idea how excited I am to finally be able to touch her.
“Okay, then. What do you want to know?” She bats her eyelashes flirtatiously. She’s not wearing any makeup right now, and she couldn’t be more beautiful.
“Tell me how you want me to touch you,” I breathe, barely able to contain myself. My fingers are practically throbbing with the need to feel Rachel’s skin. But even having never touched her, I know my rough fingers will glide over her soft curves like a silk pillowcase.
“Kiss me,” she says, barely a whisper.
I obey her command like a goddamn soldier.
The first moment her lips touch mine, it’s like a fucking Hallmark movie. Fireworks, butterflies, whatever you want to call it. She tastes so good. I savor her flavor, mentally saving it in my taste buds. I cup her face and run my thumb over her jawline.
Just as I suspected—a silk pillowcase.
Rachel lets out the softest of moans, and it goes right to my dick. I’m so fucking relieved she’s into me, it’s like I’ll never get enough of this moment. We both breathe each other in deeply, carefully exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues.
The steam from the shower and the heat growing in my chest makes this feel like a freaking sauna. Suddenly I’m fueled by an untamable passion, a need to consume all of her. Rachel responds to my less than gentle groping with a similar intensity, her slender feminine hands exploring my body.
In a matter of seconds, our kiss turns hungry, hot, heavy. Rachel pulls me in hard, kisses me with a searing intensity that makes me wish I weren’t still wearing this goddamn towel. I want to rip it off, but I can’t take my hands from her.
I reach down and cup her breast. Rachel lets out a cute little squeak that makes me smirk. She breaks away and looks up at me with crazed eyes and puffy red lips.
“That was a good kiss.” She smiles. I laugh, nodding in agreement.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now.”
Rachel gives me a beautiful white smile. “Really?”
I trace her collar bone with my pointer finger. “I’ve wanted to have you since the first time I saw you naked—” I cut myself short, realizing what I just said.
Rachel’s face contorts into an expression of embarrassed shock.
Fuck.
“No! I mean,” I scramble for the right words to paint over the creepy image I just painted of myself. “I’ve been into you since long before then. Since I met you.” I nod enthusiastically, hoping to God Rachel isn’t turned off.
Her face twists into a pout, or is she trying to hide back a smirk? I stumble over my words as I try desperately to convince her I’m not a creep. “I wasn’t spying on you or anything. I just had to grab something while you were in here, and you happened to be naked, and in the shower--”
She pulls me into another kiss, her mouth curving beneath mine in a smile. My always overthinking mind frantically races through all the terrible thoughts Rachel must be thinking of me at this moment, but the electric sensation of her hands on my body tears me into the present. I let the worries melt away as she traces the ridges of my muscles, my arms, my pecks, my abs with her fingers.
I savor every millisecond as Rachel lets her hands roam farther down until she’s working my towel loose. A moment later, it falls to the floor, freeing my insanely hard dick of its confinement. She wraps her hand firmly around my raging cock, drawing a guttural groan from my core.
Maybe she isn’t as delicate as I thought she was.
With the softest lips in the world, Rachel leaves a languorous trail of searing hot kisses down my neck, my collarbone, my chest.
She’s branding me with tender reminders of this moment, and it feels electric and brand new, yet entirely familiar at the same time.
I close my eyes, taking in every sensation as Rachel’s sweet pecks reach the base of my hard length. My lungs stop working when she draws me into her hot, wet mouth. God, she feels so good. With each pump, Rachel pulls me deeper in, licking the underside of my cock and massaging my balls with her dainty fingers.
The steam from the shower collects on my skin, making it feel like I’m drowning in this moment with Rachel. My breathing quickens. I’m seconds from coming undone.
“Fuck, Rachel,” I hiss. Just as I’m about to explode, I pull her up to standing.
“Did I hurt you?” she asks. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.
“No, baby,” I say. I can’t help it. She’s mine if I have anything to say about it. I want her so badly. “Step inside and let me suds you up from head to toe.”
She smiles and does as I say. I ache at the sight of her sweet ass as she steps into the cloud of steam. She lets her head fall back into the stream of hot water. My heart skips a beat as the liquid trickles over the curves of her breasts, down her stretched belly, between her legs…
Screw the sudsing. I need to taste her, to reciprocate.
I get down on my knees and kiss her aching center, blinking away the slightly blinding intensity of the shower stream. Rachel moans as I run my tongue over her slit.
“Jason…” She places a hand on the wall for support. Already her legs are shaking. I watch her face contort as I lap my tongue against her most sensitive parts. Her breasts swell with the rising and falling of her shallow breaths. Rachel tastes sweeter than I ever imagined. Combined with the water of the shower, it’s like I’m licking a damn ice cream cone, and I can’t get enough.
I slip in a bit of finger action, and she lets out a shocked cry of ecstasy. Fuck, she’s so sexy. I wonder if Rachel’s roommate can hear her moans over the sound of the shower running. Shit, I’ve never been more grateful for Victoria’s selfish antics than right now. Who knew all it would take to make my Rachel fantasy come true was a locked door? If I’d known, I would have jammed the creaky old piece of wood myself.
Watching her blissful expressions with profound gratitude that this is actually happening, I massage Rachel’s clit in circles with the tip of my tongue. She practically screams in response. I grab her ass in my hands and suck on her hard, loving the way she can barely breathe at my touch. I can’t stop myself. She tastes amazing.
“Jason,” she lets out a giggle. “My knees are literally going weak.” A blush spreads over her cheeks and down her neck. I smile at how adorable she is and kiss the inside of her thigh before returning to my full height. I’m a good foot and a half taller than her.
“I know just how to fix that.” I step beside her, blocking the water from hitting her perfect face and pull her up onto me. My erection presses into her soft belly as I pin her up against the wall, careful not to push too hard. She barely weighs the same as an empty barbell. With a sweet smile, Rachel wraps her arms around my neck.
“Is that better?” I ask. She nods.
I kiss her, letting my hands roam down the sides of her body. I want so badly to
be inside her, to feel her come undone around me. I trail my fingers over the sweet curve of her ass until they land on her slick, hot center. She sucks in a ragged breath, and I know she’s ready for me.
Chapter Three
Rachel
He runs his fingers over my swollen, slick folds, and I gasp at the sensation. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted Jason, let alone that he wanted me, too. All this time, all those secret glances and awkward conversations, the brief few moments where our schedules overlapped, the attraction has been brewing between the two of us. And now he has me pinned against the wall, and I never knew my heart could beat so fast.
His thick, veined cock presses into my stomach as he fingers me exploratively. The more moans I make, the bigger he seems to get, pressing harder against my stomach. He’s so fucking big that I could barely fit his cock in my mouth, and now I’m wondering if I could possibly stretch enough to let him inside me.
A surge of butterflies skirts through my stomach at the realization that Jason Coleman is going to be inside me. I haven’t been with too many guys, and none of them prepared me for this, for Jason. But I want him inside me more than I’ve wanted anything in a long while. Nothing else matters except this moment with him.
Jason massages my nipples with his calloused fingers, kisses my neck, grabs my ass, and responds to my moans with deep, guttural groans of his own. It’s so fucking hot I might just come at the sound of his ragged, desperate voice as he breathes, “Are you ready for me?”
I nod enthusiastically, trying not to melt in his hands. “Mmmhmm,” I pant. I’m so fucking ready. I maneuver myself so that he’s pressing against my center now instead of my stomach. A round of glowing warmth spreads through me as his cock pushes right up against my clit. I tremble in his arms. Our eyes meet.
“Should I get a condom?” he asks, eyes searching mine for any hesitation.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper. “And I’m clean.”
“Me too,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. Then he stops short. “I mean, I’m also clean, not on the pill.”
A chuckle bursts out of me at that. Jason smirks, grabs my ass, and slips into me in one swift motion. My giggling cuts off with a deep gasp.
I can’t moan, I can’t even breathe, Jason fills every bit of me with his slow thrusts. Each pump pushes me up the wall, the cold tile on my back contrasting starkly with his hot body on mine. It titillates my every nerve ending.
Just when I think I couldn’t be more overwhelmed with sensations, Jason sends me entirely over the edge.
He massages my clit with his giant thumb in a calculated figure eight. Before I can even process my own exploding internal response, Jason drives his other thumb deep into my breast, pushing my nipple into my chest, like he’s trying to touch the wall behind me. It hurts so good, sending unfamiliar orgasmic sensations deep into my core, where his long dick is pressing into me. No one has ever touched me this way before, and ohmygod, I might just fucking die in his arms.
“You alright?” He asks. I have no idea what face I’m making, or if those animalistic sounds are coming from me, but I hope he can see me nodding my approval. I can’t even see from the spray of the water. My eyes are going to be so red from this. I’ll have to postpone that smoky-eye video for a whole week.
But it’s so worth it.
Jason kisses my neck as he pumps and thrusts and massages my most sensitive parts. The crescendo builds within me, sending my heart on a marathon sprint up to my throat. I’m panting and moaning and maybe even crying as the most fantastic orgasm I’ve ever felt crashes down on me like a tidal wave. My core muscles contract around Jason’s cock, still so unbelievably deep inside me, and he comes not long after me.
As the stars fade from my vision and my breathing returns to normal, I realize Jason is still inside me, pinning me up against the wall. He’s panting, too. His muscly chest rises and falls against mine. I run my hands through his short hair and kiss him tenderly.
“That was amazing,” I say, wondering why I feel like crying. But when Jason cups my face in his large hand, I realize it’s because this feels so right. There’s so much love in his eyes; it’s like we’ve been together for years. And when he kisses me tenderly, I can’t help but feel like maybe we were meant for each other.
“You have no idea,” he says, unsheathing himself and placing me on the shower floor, careful not to let me fall. My legs are wobbling like a newborn giraffe.
“I guess we should just, like, take a shower now, huh?” I ask, reaching for my body wash.
“Just take a shower?” Jason jokes.
I roll my eyes as an amused smile twists up the corner of my mouth. “How could anything top what we just did?”
Jason grabs my bottle from the tiny shelf in the wall and squirts a large glob into his palm. Then he rubs his hands together and looks down at me with a dark, seductive look, soapy bubbles forming between his palms. “Turn around, and I’ll show you.”
With a giddy grin, I turn away from him, place my hands on the tiled wall, and savor each moment as Jason suds every inch of me up with his thick, manly hands.
Chapter Four
Rachel
It’s been almost an entire week, and I haven’t seen Jason once. I can’t focus on my homework, I can’t concentrate in class, I can’t even properly execute a damn makeup video because my hands start shaking at the memory of his body on mine. Damn it, and now I’m imagining his lustful gaze on me as he thrusts deep inside, his fingers working my nipples to their breaking point…
Snap out of it, Rachel! I shake my head, forcing my eyes to focus on the textbook in front of me. But all I can think about is how one minute I’m basically making love to Jason, someone I still barely know, and then suddenly it’s like none of it even happened. A fucking fever dream that came and went like a lightning bolt of ecstasy.
And yet it seemed like we’d been together forever.
God, I feel like I’m crazy. Now I’m starting to doubt that it even happened. Ugh, I wish I had some sort of proof. Something to go back on besides the insanely vivid memories that keep me awake at night, playing on repeat in my head.
I’d probably be able to move on and forget the whole thing if I were able to get any work done. I haven’t made a single video for my channel in an entire week.
Not good.
I wish I could get Jason out of my head, but I can’t. He fucked me like I was all that mattered in the world, and then just disappeared. I cross my arms and sit back in my chair, pouting like a child.
You know what? If he can get over me so quickly, he doesn’t deserve this amount of my attention.
In a moment of hormonal decision making, I slam my textbook closed and decide I’m over him. Just like that.
It’s time to be productive, Rachel. I stand from the desk head for the bathroom, ready for a cold shower to wake me up and snap me back into things. Then I’ll finally be able to make that smoky-eye video without drawing eyeliner onto my temples.
* * *
“And there you have it,” I purse my lips and give my iPhone camera a smooch and a wink. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. A sexy, smoky-eye babe stares back at me, skin-tight black dress and all. The cold shower helped, and I actually managed to not only finish the video but execute the best sultry look I’ve ever done.
I guess pent-up sexual energy is an excellent inspiration for makeup tutorials.
Take that, I think, mentally directing it at Jason. Crap, he’s still on my mind. But at least I was able to get through the video, and with only a dull ache radiating through my chest this time. A dull ache is much more manageable than the heartbreaking worry and anxiety I felt before. Jesus, it’s like I broke up with the love of my life, but it’s not like we were even dating!
I plaster on a smile and finish my video with a flourish.
“A smoky-eye look for your most flirtatious occasion. Until next time, loves.” I do my signature wave and end the recording just as Jason’s bedroom doo
r swings open. (I admit, I left it unlocked just in case this were to happen.)
My phone slips from my hand and lands in the sink with a clatter.
Shit. And I’m back to being shaky just like that.
My heart is beating like an EDM song. How am I supposed to act towards Jason? I didn’t plan on seeing him so soon after deciding I was over him. I didn’t plan on feeling so remarkably relieved just to see him walk through the door.
I open my mouth to say something sassy but stop short at the sight of his crazed eyes. He’s breathing a little off-beat, and his shoulders are ever-so-slightly hunched. He turns, locks the door, and walks up to me, leaving only a foot of space between us.
“I’ve been thinking about you since last week,” he says, his voice ragged and slightly out of breath. “Hell, I’ve been thinking about you since the first time we met. I want you, Rachel.”
And just like that, my sassy defenses come tumbling down. A throbbing ache immediately pulses between my legs. I bridge the gap between us with a step forward, tilting my chin upward, ready for him to devour me once more.
“I want you, too, Jason. I need to feel you again.” I run my hand over his chest, covered by a white V-neck T-shirt that accentuates his arms’ bulging muscles.
“Oh. I mean, yeah, that too,” Jason says, stiffening beneath my touch. I draw back and look at him quizzically.
“I want you. As in, all of you,” he clarifies.
I furrow my brows and cross my arms. Is Jason saying what I think he’s saying? If so, I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I thought we were meant for each other, and then I spent the better part of a week thinking he was the worst person in the world. But the moment Jason stepped back in this bathroom, all doubts evaporated from my mind…
Damn it, he’s driving me crazy! It can’t be sane to feel these many emotions, to feel this strongly for someone I barely know, right?
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