Page 3 of On Thin Ice

Liquid hotness darted through me and my pussy clenched. My body hummed as I returned the smile. Okay, I was doing this. I knew I was pushing things hard, but I’d already said too much to let fear of rejection stop me now. And he obviously wanted me. Right?

Okay, it’s time for my inner confident slut to take the reins!

I looked into Bryce’s eyes and let my palms move along his chest. He didn’t stop me, so I took that as encouragement to continue my dirty game. I felt his muscles jumping under my fingers as I caressed him, and more waves of warmth coursed through me as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Well, I’ll wait for you,” I said, allowing my voice to drip with seductiveness.

With that, I turned around and sashayed toward the changerooms. Now all I hoped for was for him to join me.

Chapter 2

I let the warm water cascade over me. To my disappointment, I didn’t hear Bryce’s steps behind me, and when I glanced back before walking into the changerooms, he wasn’t there.

I kept telling myself this was better, but my body had a mind of its own and ached in protest. Who was I kidding? I craved Bryce like no one else. I wanted him here, with me!

A soft sigh left my lips as I lathered my skin and shampooed my hair. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the vanilla-scented foam and closed my eyes. I massaged my breasts, imagining his firm palms on me instead. Touching, stroking, claiming.

My nipples hardened, and the wetness between my legs grew as more and more dirty images floated through my head. A wide smile spread across my lips as I pictured him in my mind, naked and ready to fuck me senseless. I could almost feel his mouth on mine, his fingers pinching my nipples, and his cock stuffing me.

The creak of the door caught my attention. My pulse raced as I noticed Bryce sneaking into the changeroom. The shower stall was made of glass, so even through the thin layer of fog, he could easily distinguish every inch of me.

I hope he likes what he sees.

His presence was enough to awaken my inner slut, who was now desperately sussing out the chances of a good fuck, exactly like I fantasized.

“I hoped you’d join me,” I said in a sweet voice.

As I rinsed off the shower gel and shampoo, I swayed my hips and made my tits bounce. Nature had been good to me, and I was lucky enough to have round, perky breasts, and a peachy, gym-perfect ass. And at the moment, I was all too eager to wiggle them for Bryce.

Having him join me definitely boosted my confidence, and now my inner slut was demanding to have him as my first. I was ready to put all my wiles on display for him to have that happen, and my pussy showed her approval with a flutter.

Bryce watched me while he undressed. The fog didn’t allow me to see his face clearly, but I wanted to picture him staring at me with that lust I’d noticed in his eyes a few times.

My heart leaped in my chest as he pushed his boxers down, stepping out of them completely. Even through the misted glass, it was impossible to miss that porn-star-level cock.

Oh, fuck! He’s big!

I almost moaned just from staring at him, and my pussy quivered in anticipation. My excitement grew with every step he took toward the shower stall, and when he finally joined me, bolts of electricity zig-zagged along my body.

Fuck, he looked even better than I thought! I’d fantasized so many times about what he must hide under his usual training gear, but damn! I licked my lips as I lazily took him in.

Every inch of him was sculpted, and my breath grew labored as I admired the lean muscles shifting beneath his skin. Bryce’s broad shoulders tapered into a defined torso. Heat flushed through me as my eyes fell on his smooth, taut chest, my heart racing with each rise and fall of it.

Excitement spasmed through me as I let my eyes linger over his abs. How the hell did someone his age still have a six-pack!? I mean, I knew he was a former skater, and that he still trained every day, but honestly, it was unfair for a silver fox like him to look so damn good!

My face burned as I glanced lower. I knew quads had been Bryce’s specialty when he was still competing, and damn, his impossibly strong legs still showed it.

But what really made my stomach tighten with delicious warmth was his cock. Fuck, huge wasn’t even close to describing it. He was so hard, thick, and long that I could easily distinguish every prominent vein. A bolt of liquid heat zinged to my clit as he throbbed, pre-cum oozing from the mushroom head.

Fuck! I want him! Now!

“I’m going to assume you like the view,” he said.

Bryce had flirted and joked with me in the past, but now his voice had something different, something primal, raw, and so damn dangerously seductive that every bit of my body tingled with need.

I smiled and ripped my eyes away from his cock, fixing them on his. Fine, maybe he was illegally attractive, but he couldn’t deny the desire glazing his face. And knowing that he wanted me? That gave me the biggest boost of confidence ever.

“Yes,” I purred, inching closer to him. “And I can assume you enjoy what you see, too.”

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