I can vaguely hear the loud splashes as the water from the hot tub drips onto the hardwood from our suits as Lexington carries me up the stairs. The muddled voices are slowly fading from the din below as he closes his door and opens his shower before stepping inside with my legs still tightly enfolding him, meeting around his back and locking into place. We both tense as he turns on the water which comes out frigid before warming up to eventually match the temperature from the hot tub we just left behind.
We had spent about five minutes in the hot tub before things had progressed as far as they could while still clothed at a raging beach party when he abruptly stood holding me against him and climbing through the crowd of party-goers. I can only assume they parted like the red sea because our lips didn't separate and he didn't slow his pace once. Not that anyone would dare get in the way of Lex.
He sets me down, pulling my bikini bottoms down without hesitation, diving forward to place a chaste kiss on my bare cleft. Goosebumps spread across my skin despite the shower temperature as my nipples hardened to taut beads. He stood and took my lips with renewed fervor. His tongue didn't ask for permission to enter my mouth this time and I gave no resistance while he untied my bikini top letting it drop with a wet thud to the shower floor to join the matching bottoms.
Abruptly he paused, pulling back and stepping back to sit on the bench, adjusting something on a screen within the shower. Immediately steam started pouring in. My breathing came in short pants while he eyed me hungrily. "Wash your hair," he commanded. I only paused a beat before squirting some shampoo in my hand and reaching up to lather it into my long strands. He didn't take his eyes off me as he tore his board shorts from his body without standing and took his firm cock in his hand. A small moan left my body at the sight of it standing hard. It was, in a word, impressive.
"You can't have it until you're done showering, so face forward and rinse your hair, then condition it." I reluctantly took my eyes from his hard length as I turned to face the front of the shower, tipping my head back and allowing the spray of the water to rinse the suds down my back. I heard an appreciative gasp as he watched me and chanced a glance back to see him still stroking himself firmly. "Better hurry or I'm gonna come without you."
I frantically applied conditioner to the ends of my hair when I felt him come up behind me, pressing his hot length against my lower back. "Fuuuuck" I groaned, leaning my head back on his chest. He was shampooing his own black mop while I took a moment to enjoy the steam.
"You're not done yet. Get that loofah down there. There's shower gel on the shelf."
When I bend to reach the shower gel I feel his fingers slice through my wet folds before finding my entrance and forcing two fingers in roughly. The sound I made could only be described as feral want and I lost all focus then, completely forgetting the loofah and any other instructions he had given me as he gently teased in and out.
"Oh, you're greedy. Good thing I"m feeling generous today," he sighed before removing his fingers long enough to lean over me and grab the body wash, squirting it into the loofah himself. He quickly made a pass over himself, before leaning to my ear and firmly directing me to put my hands on the stone wall in front of me, which I did without question.
He ran the loofah quickly over most of my body, spending longer than necessary on my tits, ass, and pussy, but I wasn't about to be picky when I couldn't even form words. He tossed the loofah aside before returning one hand to my waiting entrance, reaching the other to my mons, and leaving it there.
"I know this isn't the sexiest part of the conversation, but before going further there are some questions to be answered. You can nod and shake your head since you seem to have gone completely mute," he says with a low teasing chuckle. I would scold him if I could think straight.
"Birth Control?" I nodded affirmatively. "Have you been tested since your last partner?" I nodded the affirmative again. In addition to having a lazy ovary, which I have had since I was nineteen, I also have an IUD. He rewarded me by dragging his thumbnail once over the tip of my clit causing me to cry out.
"Oh, not completely not verbal then, good to know," he jokes before doing it a second time and receiving the same response. Seeming pleased he continues. "I haven't had unprotected sex since my last partner, and usually I wouldn't be having this conversation this early into a relationship but I have to know what this tight wet cunt feels like on my cock. Can I take you without a condom?" I nod an affirmative again, which leads him to start thrumming my clit with his thumb in earnest as though he's known my body for years.
"Oh. oh, FUCK!" I yell, only to be met with a laugh. I feel myself slowly reaching the inevitable crescendo when he eases off slightly. Sighing out harshly I manage to find my voice, "Ughh…. Fuck."
"Oh, you've found your voice. I wonder what could have caused that." I could practically hear his smug grin although I'm facing the wall. He continues to give me a little, but not enough. "Do you have a safe word?"
The question wakes me like a cold shower, although it does absolutely nothing to decrease my libido. I managed a complete sentence this time, surprising us both. "I've never needed one."
"I'm not doing anything crazy, so if you want me to stop just say so. I was just curious."
Curious.
He reaches around me, turning off the shower. Stepping out first he grabs us both fluffy black towels, wrapping one around me first, and using the second one to towel himself off. My sex high fades just enough that I can manage menial tasks such as caring for my own hair and body. I dry myself quickly and wrap my hair in the towel. We both return to his room where he grabs a remote from his dresser lowering blackout blinds into place in front of the windows before locking the door. "In case someone down there slices their hand cutting an avocado. They can Uber."
The joke breaks the tension before he scoops me up bridal style and moves me to his tall bed, gently laying me horizontal leaving my legs to hang off the side. He reaches over me giving my hair a quick towel dry before doing the same with his and tossing both our towels into his open closet. I'm rubbing my thighs together as wetness pools in my legs while I struggle to calm the growing ache between my thighs. He walks over, stepping between my slightly parted knees, and deftly separates them completely while looking into my eyes.
"Stop that," he admonishes. I'm not sure whether to obey or throw a fit. The heat in my core begins to rise higher the longer he looks into my eyes. I chanced a glance at his cock as it seemed to thicken further. I do the mental math, deciding it's going to be a tight squeeze. He sees me looking and reaches down to fist his cock. I can't contain an audible objection.
"Yes. Greedy indeed."
He continues pumping his shaft, and I find my hands wandering to my own center before he bats them away, shaking his head. I breathe out harshly through my nose making my displeasure known.
"Lex," I state firmly. He only shakes his head in response. I try bringing my fingertips to my clit again only to be met with the same quick removal. I'm sure my anger shows on my face. I can't stop my outburst, "Lex!" He only shakes his head again. Finally, he takes pity on me, giving me a clue about the game we're playing. I soften my tone. "Lex, please."
"Yes, angel? What do you want?"
Normally this would piss me off but I'm past turned on. I would promise my firstborn to a sea witch without blinking at this point if he'd let me come. Licking my lips I drop my attitude. "Your cock. Please."
He grins at me, smug and confident. "Why of course! I thought you would never ask."
I'm too turned on to be pissed as I open my legs further. He reaches down with both his hands lifting my knees towards my chest. I take the hint and hold the position while he fists himself and pulls his soft head through my wetness. An appreciative noise bubbles up from his throat.
He meets my eyes as he thrusts into me and we both let out a low moan of contentment. The fullness nearly takes my breath away and I feel him flex inside me. He pulls back slowly and thrusts deeper this second time without warning causing me to cry out with pleasure. He holds himself firmly pushing in as hard as he can. I can feel him pushing against the end of my channel and the pain is exquisitely sinful. This moment was a foregone conclusion; we both silently acknowledged it at that moment before he pulled back again and started thrusting in like the beat of a song. The sound of my slick arousal as his balls slap against my ass fills the room.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he says in a rush, closing his eyes and dropping his head back. I become conscious of moans that are leaking from my lips despite my attempts to stop them. He notices, too.
"Don't. Let them hear you. Let them hear me fuck you. I wanna hear you scream my name." I lose all inhibition at that moment and let my mouth fly open and the sounds that come from me are the most honest I've been in months.
"Good girl." He says, still keeping a leisurely pace with his thrusts. He slowed down slightly, bringing one hand to my clit and the other to my left nipple, giving it a firm squeeze, causing me to cry out.
"Normally, I'd ask you some questions here and hope for an honest answer, but you're so. Fucking. Responsive," he says, accenting each word with a hard thrust. "So, I'm going to hope that you'll find your voice if I'm doing anything you don't enjoy."
He pulls himself from me, taking both of my hands, and flips me onto my front. "Hands and knees," he says quickly as he places me in position. He obviously didn't expect me to make it there myself, he was just letting me know so I didn't provide any unneeded restrictions.
The moment I was in position, he climbed onto the mattress behind me, pulling my hips back and driving home roughly.
"Oh my God, please," I say with no idea what I'm asking for. He seems to know. He angles his hips so his cock is hitting my front wall on each thrust and starts fucking me in earnest. A slow spring coils deep inside me, begging to be released.
"Are you going to come for me, angel?"
"Yes!" I cry out. He reaches around me again smearing my wetness across my clit and circling it roughly. I can only croon out slow pleasurable requests, "Please, please. Please, Lex."
He uses his other hand to give my ass one hard slap and that's it. The end. I'm floating. My toes curl to the point of pain and the rest of the world falls away while he pounds away inside me. He releases my clit, grabbing my hair and pulling back just hard enough that it adds to my orgasm, bringing my ass back to push harder against him.
"God, fuck baby, FUCK!" He yells before giving two more hard thrusts and stilling inside me, pouring into me. I've never felt so wrung out. He releases my hair and grabs my hips, holding them against him while the top half of my body loses its ability to function, melting into the mattress below me.
He rubs up against my back, before getting up from the bed and grabbing his towel from earlier. He wordlessly cleans between my legs, before tossing it back into the closet.
"You need help baby? Or can you climb into bed on your own?"
My eyelids droop and the muscles between my legs protest with each movement. "Help," I sputter out.
Lex gives a soft chuckle of contentment before flipping me over and scoping me up, positioning me with my head on the pillow, and climbing into the bed beside me. He reaches down and grabs one of my knees, pulling it on top of his legs, using his other hand to reach beneath my neck and drag me so I'm spooned against his side.
I rest my head on his chest and barely register him smoothing out my damp hair before falling into darkness.