The muscles in my chest were tense as I lined us up. Although she’d seemed to be enjoying it a few seconds ago, my dick was a lot bigger than two fingers. I wasn’t going to be comfortable if she wasn’t, and no way was I going to hurt her.
I asked it more for me than her. “Ready?”
She nodded.
With all the prep, her body was still kind of resistant, and it made me nervous with how much force I had to press into her with. Abruptly, the head of my dick pushed inside, and Erika’s sharp gasp made me feel like I’d swallowed a brick. I froze, unsure.
The shower continued to run, but otherwise everything was still. I wasn’t even breathing.
Her arms were tense, but her fingers unfurled from fists and pressed against the vinyl slats. And then she began to move minutely. Just a fraction of an inch at a time. I was only barely inside her, but I had to close my eyes. The visual of what we were doing was going to send me over the edge.
Her painstakingly slow movements began to increase, taking more of me with each pass as I held absolutely still. I couldn’t help it, the words spilled from my mouth. “God, I love it when you fuck me.”
She sighed dreamily. “Me too.”
Warning lights flashed inside my body and bliss traveled up my spine in waves. Don’t come. Wait.
Fingertips brushed against my sack and I glanced down. She was touching herself, and—fuck me—my dick was halfway inside her now. I palmed her ass cheeks and peeled her open so I had a better view.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
She didn’t answer right away. Maybe she was struggling for the right word. I hoped for ‘good’ or some variation. Her tone was incredulous. “Crazy.”
The brick in my stomach weighed me down some more. “Do you want to stop?”
There was no hesitation this time. “No.” She kind of laughed. “You’ve got a big dick. Give a girl a second to get used to it.”
I let out a tight breath.
When I relaxed, she did too, and suddenly it was easier for her to take me deeper. I groaned from the sensation. It wasn’t just how tight and different it felt, it was all the other shit that went along with it. How hot she looked with me inside her. That I was the first guy she’d wanted to try it with. How perfectly in sync we were.
I don’t know how it happened, but at some point she handed control back to me. I was the one fucking her now, slow and deep, while she had one hand bracing herself against the wall and the other between her legs.
She said it like a warning. “I’m going to come so fast.”
“That’s going to make me come,” I fired back.
I didn’t want her so far away when it happened. I leaned over, setting my hand beside hers on the partition, and used my other hand to turn her head toward mine.
I drank in her moans as they swelled and crushed them under my kiss when she came. Her rhythmic pulses choked my dick, and I groaned as the orgasm roared toward me, feeling like my body had been cranked up to eleven.
We didn’t talk about how she wanted it, so as I began to come, I pulled out. Hopefully, my timing hadn’t been terrible or I’d ruined her orgasm, but it was impossible to hold back any longer. I pumped my fist on my dick, stroking a few furious thrusts, before shooting streaks of cum across her perfect ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my whole body twitching with electricity and satisfaction.
Our hurried, labored breath was louder than the shower. I filled a hand with water and used it to gently wipe away the mess I’d created before she decided to get creative again.
Maybe it was my cooling body or the sudden breeze whipping through the slated partition that caused a chill to cling to my skin. An eerie awareness rolled through and my heart thudded oddly inside my rib cage.
There was a shadowy reflection in the water pooled at our feet that hadn’t been there earlier. I glanced toward the shower’s doorway—
Erika’s ex-husband stood at the entrance, and judging by the horror running across his face, he’d been there a while.
Erika
When I felt Troy solidify into stone, I wiped the dampness from under my eyes, straightened, and followed his gaze.
No.
Clark stood at the entrance of the shower, backlit by the bright, sunny afternoon behind him, his gaze fixated on our naked bodies.
I said it both in my head and out loud. “What the fuck, Clark?”
There wasn’t much point to shielding my nakedness from him. When we were married, we weren’t shy about nudity. He had no right to look now, but still he had the audacity to do it anyway. In my surprise, my brain was slow to understand why he was looking at me like my body was unfamiliar.
It was because he hadn’t seen my breasts since my surgery.
His stunned gaze flicked away from mine and landed on Troy, and his voice was hollow and powerless. It was as if he were shell-shocked. “This is a surprise.”
And as suddenly as he’d appeared, Clark turned the corner and vanished from our sight. I scooped up my drenched bikini bottoms as Troy did the same, reaching for his shorts.
Hurried footsteps crunched over the pebbles in the rock garden as Clark fled.
“Fuck,” I spat out. “Wait.”
My hands were flustered and clumsy. Putting on a swimsuit in a hurry was hard, but a wet one was impossible. Why the hell hadn’t I brought a towel over? My cover-up was basically a useless accessory. Something cute I’d added to my cart when buying the swimsuit because it was on clearance.
Troy had it much easier than me and had finished doing up his fly when I reached for my top.
“Should I go after him?” He asked it in a hurried voice, but it couldn’t hide how desperately he did not want to do that. Troy actively disliked my ex-husband, and surely saw this as another unwanted intrusion into my life. If anything, he’d want Clark gone as fast as possible.
What would Troy even say to him anyway?
I hesitated long enough that the gate crashed closed, making what I wanted irrelevant. Best case scenario, Clark would be backing out of the driveway by the time I made it to the fence.
“No, let him go.” I struggled to put my top back in place as he shut off the shower.
“What was he doing here?”
I snatched the cover-up off the hook and jammed an arm into it. “Besides trespassing? No clue. I don’t know why he would think it was okay for him to come back here without permission. This isn’t his house, it’s mine.”
I marched out into the sun and to the end of the pool deck, peering down the slope of my lawn to spy the backend of Clark’s BMW as he sped off. Frustration tightened inside me. He hadn’t called or texted to ask if—
Shit.
I wouldn’t know if he had because I’d blocked his number.
Troy stood beside me, the air between us tense. He watched me cautiously, not sure how to react or what to say, and it only grew more intense as time dragged on.
Finally, he broke the silence. “You okay?”
He had his hands on his hips, and water droplets clung to his bare chest. It dripped from his trunks and sluiced down his legs. The concern in his eyes nearly broke my heart and compelled me forward into his damp arms. Was he worried I was ashamed? I wasn’t. We hadn’t done anything wrong. That was all on Clark.