I didn’t query the fact he knew my dorm room as he opened it and walked us inside, going straight to my bathroom. I could hear the shower start and his heavy breathing as he manoeuvred around. His heart was thumping erratically against my chest.
The warmth from the water made me sigh as it poured over us still clothed. He lowered us in the cubicle with me on his lap to a sitting position. “I’m so lonely without them,” I murmur into his neck before lifting my head to find an intensity so raw in his eyes it flayed me, stripping back the final layers and exposing my soul completely bare to him. “I needed justice for them but I’m not going to get it… so I want vengeance. But first I want to forget for just a little while.” My breathing became pants. I needed to feel something else, I needed to feel connected. I couldn’t keep dying alone, fading into nothing, I needed an anchor.
My eyes drop to his lips I feel his already hard cock beneath my ass. “Take me Blake, make me forget for just a little while, make me feel something more than the hollowness.” This must have triggered something inside him because his lips crash against mine hard and mercifulness, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. His hand slipped up into my hair, grasping fists falls, tipping my head back with force. His mouth claims my vulnerable throat, the build was already catching fire inside my core. He spins me so my back is against his chest, my ass sitting snug on top of his hard erection. He tugs my hair, wrenching my head to the side so he can re-claim my neck with his lips, sucking, teasing me. My hips move on their own, grinding against him to try and gain some friction to ease the ache throbbing between my legs. His hands grip my wet tee, ripping it from my body, making me gasp and exposing the lace bra covering my hard nipples.
Reaching for the buttons on my jeans, he tugs them open before I feel the warm solid presence of his body leave mine for a few seconds. He was fumbling above us. Before I could turn to see what he is doing, warm water eased from above, shelling down on us. I’m about to query him until his hand wraps around my front, pulling me hard against him once more, leaning me back and slipping the shower head into my panties.
The warm water massages in waves of continuous ripples over my sensitive lips, the intensity making me squirm. “Open yourself up for me,” he groans into my ear.
I’m nervous but so turned on. I need the relief he is offering. I push at my jeans and panties so they move further down my legs, the cold air mixed with the heated temperature of the water makes me catch my breath.
He hisses when I slip my fingers down my pussy, opening myself for his eyes to devour. His growl and roughness as he tears the cup of my bra away, make my hard nipple impossibly harder, sending shock waves of adrenaline pulsing through me. I’m almost vibrating out of my skin.
Moving the shower head to my now exposed clit makes me quiver, the pressure was perfect and he held it in a way that his thumb was over the flow and his knuckle was stroking the delicate buddle of nerves. His other thumb had my nipple trapped between it and his forefinger pinching. I couldn’t take it the pleasure was incredible and I lost myself to lust so powerful it took possession of my body and mind.
I writhe against him, his cock prodding against my ass and lower back. He was thick and long. My needy moans were loud and shameless, hitting and bouncing off the tiled walls creating an echo of chorused moans, my hands exploring myself as his did.
The build intensifies the flutter in my lower stomach and the pulsing inside as my inner walls grasped for relief. “Slip your fingers inside, show me how much you want me.” His hungry growl rumbled into my ear.
I move my hand over his slowly then down to my opening, sinking two fingers inside myself. My walls grabbed greedily at me, the friction from everything all at once making my body cry out with an orgasm like I had never experienced before, igniting inside me, lighting every nerve in its path and leaving a tingling tremor in its wake.
The warmth of my cum coats my fingers as I ride every shudder out. The shower moved away and Blake’s hand gripped my wrist, slipping my fingers free and raising my hand to his mouth, turning my head to watch in fascination as his tongue swipes out and then sucks my fingers into his mouth. The groan thundered through his body reverberating against my back, his lids fluttering closed. “You’re so fucking pure and sweet.” His lips collided angrily with mine, my own scent mixed with his exploding on my tongue. It was too much but not enough, all at once a contradiction in the perfect form.
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