Page 41 of The Player
Her eyes darkened as she got lost in her thoughts, probably picturing the guy, Fraser, moments before the syrup dropped. Then she finished cleaning her teeth, dropped the brush on the towel nearby and peered up at me.
“Do you think there’s more? Like us, I mean? Do you think he has other players locked away?”
“Maybe.” I dropped my toothbrush next to hers, then manoeuvred her so that she was standing directly under the water. She closed her eyes as the syrup slowly trickled out of her hair and face. “But we can’t think about anyone else, only ourselves. Getting you out of here is all I care about.”
We stood together under the stream of hot water, the syrup washing down the drain as our clothes stuck to us like a heavy skin. The filth from earlier was draining away, but we weren’t clean. Not the way we needed to be.
I took a step back, pulling the now grey-white T-shirt up and over my head, before throwing the sopping wet shirt into the corner of the shower. Bryony stood still, watching me without saying a word as I undid the buttons on my jeans. Then I pulled them and my boxers down my legs, kicking them off and over to where the wet shirt lay. I stood for a moment, completely naked in front of her. Water streamed down my chest, over my skin, making me feel more alive than I’d felt in ages. I tilted my head back, letting the hot water drench my face, opening my mouth to take a gulp and then wiping my face to clear the drops from my eyes.
Then, with no words, I stepped to her, pulling the zip on the front of her catsuit down until the milky skin of her chest and stomach peeked through. I knelt in front of her, pulling the tight fabric down her legs and off, throwing the catsuit and her underwear to the corner of the shower to pile up on top of mine.
She stood still, naked, as I knelt before her, and as I peered up at her, I realised I’d never seen her look more beautiful than she did right now. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling as she panted out slow, deep breaths. Her hands hung at her sides, fists clenched, but then, she reached her left arm forward and ran her fingers through my wet hair, her eyes glowing with empathy that made my stomach clench.
We stared at each other, lost in a trance, held in a moment that neither of us wanted to break. Eventually, I stood up, taking the bottle of shampoo, and in a gruff voice I asked her to turn around. Wordlessly, she did as I said, and I felt myself grow harder as my cock brushed against her perfect round ass. I reminded myself that this couldn’t be sexual. She was traumatised and she needed me, and not to fuck her in a shitty shower, but to tease her back to life. So, I ignored my raging hard-on and squeezed the shampoo into my palm. Then I rubbed it into her scalp, lathering until her whole head was covered in soapy bubbles. I rubbed down the length of her hair, cleaning her, making her my Bryony again. It felt good to cleanse her like this.
She gave a little moan, which didn’t help in my effort to distract myself from how fucking turned on I was right now. Then she leaned her head back, enjoying the feel of my fingers on her, massaging her. When I was happy that her hair was clean, I turned her to face me and tilted her head back, rinsing the shampoo from her hair.
Her face was so close to mine, her lips still parted, just begging to be kissed, but I held back, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to steady myself.
I picked up the washcloth and the soap, and gently, I began to clean her body, starting at her face, carefully wiping over her cheeks, her forehead, and those plump, full lips. As I did, she didn’t take her eyes off me, and I swear she wanted more. Her eyes told me she did. But maybe I was wrong. I don’t know. I couldn’t risk it, though. I didn’t want to be that asshole. Her safety meant everything to me. We were walking a tightrope, but it was one we had to walk. I couldn’t afford to fuck this up.
I moved to clean her shoulders and then along her arms, covering her in soapy suds. She stepped back, reaching for the other washcloth, and then she began to mirror my actions. Wiping over my face, my shoulders, my arms, soaping me in the same way I was to her. She moved to my chest, using slow strokes to wipe over my pecs and down to my stomach. My muscles clenched as she touched me there, and then she whispered, “You can touch me. I want you to. Make it go away, Will. Make me feel something else. I don’t want to hurt anymore.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I dropped the washcloth and placed my hands just below her shoulder blades. And then, as the suds trickled down her body, I slid my hands down, cupping her breasts, massaging, rubbing my thumb over her tight pink nipples, desperate to taste them. She arched her back, pushing her tits forward, and I kneaded them, I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They fitted in my palms perfectly. I always knew they would.
“We’ve just killed a man,” she whispered as the water rained over us. “Is it fucked up that all I can think about is how much I want you inside me?”
The fire I’d been holding back scorched flames through my entire body.
“You’d be surprised how much death turns me on.” I smirked, then dipped my head to lick over her nipple and suck it into my mouth, popping it out and licking over the tight nub again before moving to the next one.
She ran her fingers roughly through my hair as I tasted her, her head falling back as she let out a low and sexy moan, showing me exactly how much she was loving this. Those sounds did something to me, they turned me feral, and I grabbed the backs of her legs, picking her up and pushing her against the tiles. She clung to me, her arms around my neck, hands in my hair as I slammed my mouth to hers, kissing her greedily, desperate, flickering my tongue over hers to taste her. Our lips twisted and turned, sliding with an urgency we couldn’t control. I was desperate to get closer to her, be as close as I could be. It was like every fucked-up thing that’d happened to us faded away the harder we devoured each other. Nothing else mattered in this moment, only her and me.
Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and she reached down to take my cock in her hand, slowly stroking me and slipping the head of my cock through her pussy. I wanted to take my time, taste her, savour every moment, but at the same time, I had to be inside her. My cock was aching, it was painful, and I needed a release. I needed her.
“I never wanted our first time to be like this,” I whispered in her ear. “But if I don’t fuck you hard against this wall right now, I’m gonna fucking explode.”
“Do it,” she urged, arching her back, pulling me closer and gripping me tightly with her legs.
I let her position my cock where she needed me, but I couldn’t stop myself. I slammed into her, hard. Her legs widened as she cried out, but I couldn’t hold back. Over and over, I rammed into her tight, wet pussy.
“Fuck, Bee, you feel so good,” I told her as I thrust in and out, her pussy walls strangling my cock as she pulsed around me.
“Faster,” she cried, and I pistoned my hips as fast as I could into her, my fingers gripping her ass, my arms holding her in place. Her pussy felt so goddamn good. I always knew it would, and I couldn’t get enough. I went harder, faster, losing all control, my hips working to reach the high she was taking me to. Climbing that mountain, ready to jump off the precipice right along with her.
I could feel my orgasm building. My balls were tight, my spine tingling as she started to shake in my arms.
“Oh fuck, Will. Don’t stop. Make me come,” she begged, and I moved my hand to reach between us and stroke her clit, circling slowly, rubbing her as she moaned and rocked her hips against me.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you love this.”
She buried her head in my neck, and then I felt her pussy contract as she came hard, her fingernails digging into me as she let the intensity of her orgasm take her away. The tightness I felt around my cock made my own orgasm explode, filling her full of my cum.
“So fucking perfect,” I groaned as my hips rocked into her, taking every last second of pleasure I could from her body.
We held each other as the euphoria began to subside, neither of us ready to let the other go. Eventually, she let her legs fall to the floor, and my cock slid out of her, missing her warmth, her tightness, missing her.
I kept my arms around her, though. I wasn’t ready to fully let go yet.
