Page 28 of Mile High With the Bikers
What the fuck? “You didn’t grow up with your dad?”
She comes in with me and gets a good look at the gunk in her hair, trying to peel the strands apart. “No, the only things he contributed to my life until I was a teenager were his genes and child support. My mom was an exchange student he hooked up with in grad school. They were never really together and he was totally focused on work, so once there was a paternity test to make the lawyers happy, they just went their separate ways.” Rory leans over and splashes water onto her hair to clean the dirt but it’s going to take a lot more than that.
“You can take a shower if you want. I’ll go after you.”
“I showered this morning. Can I borrow your shampoo, though?”
“Sure.” I hand her my all-in-one stuff.
She wrinkles her nose at it but still takes a glob and starts working it into the mess.
My bathroom is pretty small, so I unhook the shower head from the wall and turn on the water, waiting for it to warm up. “Here, this is probably easier to rinse with.”
She reaches out blindly. I swear it’s in her hand before I let go, but apparently not well enough because it flips and sprays her straight in the face. Rory screams and splutters, water going everywhere. “You did that on purpose!”
“No, I?—”
She aims it my way, absolutely soaking my entire front. I wipe the water out of my face with a feral snarl. Her eyes go wide and she seems to remember that she’s still holding the shower head.“Um…” She holds it out to me, the water still spraying between us.
Her gray t-shirt clings to her like a second skin, giving me a full outline of her tits with nipples standing at attention. The air crackles with tension between us, time slowing as we each wait for the other’s move.
Fuck waiting.
I close the distance and pull her tight enough that our clothes squish. Her fingers open, handing over the showerhead without a fight. She looks up at me with her lips parted as I hang it back on the wall.
“Is my master plan working?” she asks timidly.
I answer by capturing the back of her head in my hand and pressing her lips against mine. She tenses for a moment, her hands spread out against my chest, before she melts against me. Fuck, she feels good, her curves fitting perfectly, and when she groans into my mouth, it only gets better. Our mouths still locked in battle, I grab the hem of her shirt and start pulling it up her torso with my free hand. It’s soaking wet and sticks so bad I want to just fucking tear it off. We can buy her more clothes later.
She must’ve read my mind, because finally she puts real pressure into the hands on my chest and pushes herself away. I let go, just enough for our lips to separate.
“Don't ruin it.” She’s gasping for breath. “It's the only one I have, other than the uniform.” Crossing her arms over her chest to grab the hem of it, she pulls. Watching her peel the mostly see-through shirt up over her torso is fucking art. I always had a weakness for a wet strip tease.
Without taking my eyes off her, I do the same, and then work off my wet jeans. I didn’t intend to completely strip, but with everything soaking wet, my briefs get dragged along for the ride. My dick pops out, hard and fucking eager.
Our movements are frantic and awkward, and I feel like a fucking teenager, desperate to make every moment count.
She wets her lips and glances down. “Is all that for me?”
The brief glimpse of her tongue gives me ideas about exactly where I want it. “Yours for the taking.”
She unbuttons her pants and shimmies them off her hips. The thin fabric clings to her like a second skin, and it rolls together with her panties, getting stuck partway down. I try to help, which just leads to both of us laughing and struggling in the shower with the water pouring down over the two of us.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her lips, working the clasp of her bra until it finally pops open.
Rory throws her head back and moans as I press her into the tiles of the shower wall. My dick slides against her wet stomach and I cup one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between the sides of my thumb and pointer finger. Between the two of us, we manage to get one leg of her pants down before her arms are around my neck, and I have her jaw between my hands, angling her mouth to plunder every last bit.
“I wanna fuck you,” I hiss into her ear after breaking away.
“Do it. Oh shit,do it,” she begs.
I lift her up and she puts her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass. I take myself in hand, nudging my crown intoposition when my head clears just enough to remember that I haven't covered myself. “Fuck, I need to get?—”
“Now!” Her hair is plastered to her skin, hanging to her shoulders, and water runs down over her soft skin and between us. I've never seen anyone begging to be fucked the way she is right her, right in front of me. In the shower it’s hard to hold onto a wet, wiggling woman. When she arches her back, the tip slips in and we both groan.
Fuck, I'm only human.
Sliding into her is fucking heaven. Her tight cunt squeezes my cock like she's desperate for everything I can give her. Skin against skin, I have to grit my teeth and focus to hold back long enough to make it last. My hands are under her thighs, holding her off the floor as I push deep, thrusting in until our hips are flush together. I let out a shaky breath.
