Page 18 of Car Wash
I turn the handle and hot water pours from the rain shower head, steam rising instantly. The sound fills the room as the heat starts curling into the air. I step in and slide the door open for her.
She’s standing under the water now, hair wet, skin glowing. Her tank clings to her body like a second skin, and every inch of her curves is on display. She pushes it up and over her head without a word, letting it fall to the floor with a wet slap.
Then her panties.
She’s completely bare in front of me, eyes full of fire, like she’s not scared. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I lean back against the wall, forcing myself not to move. If I touch her right now, I’ll slam her up against the tile and fuck her until she screams.
She steps closer. Water rushes down her shoulders, her breasts. Her skin’s flushed and glistening. She’s so fucking beautiful that I feel dizzy.
She looks up at me, then drops to her knees.
It happens so fast I don’t even breathe.
The tile is cold beneath her. The water runs in rivulets over her skin. My cock is already rock-hard—thick, heavy, aching—and when she looks up at me with those wide, wet eyes, I nearly lose it.
“Jesus,” I mutter, voice shredded.
And then her mouth is on me.
She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks—slow, deliberate, tongue flicking across the slit. My hands fly to the back of her head, not to guide her, just to ground myself. I’m shaking. Fuck. I can’t stop shaking.
“Fuck, baby…”
She hums around me, and the vibration nearly makes my knees buckle. I bite down on a groan, watching her, needing to see all of it.
She runs her hands up my stomach, over my abs, and I swear to God I feel it in my fucking spine. Her tongue is hot. Her mouth is wet and tight, taking me deeper with every pass.
And when she swallows me down—slow and steady, her throat flexing around the tip—I forget how to breathe.
“You’re gonna fucking ruin me.”
She bobs her head, working me like she’s done it a thousand times, and I can't stop staring. Her hand strokes the base, twisting gently. Her lips slide up and down my shaft with this perfect, filthy rhythm that makes my whole body lock.
“Look at you,” I whisper. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She moans around me, and I swear I feel it in my bones. My fingers tighten in her hair. I want to fuck her mouth. I want to lose every last ounce of control. But I hold myself back by a thread.
Then she pulls off with a slick little pop. Licks me from base to tip. And I lose all sense of reason when she doesn’t say a word—just looks up at me like she’s waiting for me to understand something.
I pause. “You really know your way around that thing.”
She tilts her head, eyes wide and unreadable.
My heart skips.
“Wait… you haven’t…?”
She shakes her head, just barely.
I freeze.
“Holy fuck.” My breath leaves me in one harsh gust. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods.
“You’ve never had a cock in your mouth before?”
