Jay's POV
The bathroom was already a haze of white steam by the time Keifer led me inside. He moved with a calm, practiced ease that always made my heart do a nervous little flip.
He pointed me toward the glass stall, his voice like velvet over gravel. "Just call me when you're done, or if you need anything," he said.
He gave me a quick, lingering peck on the lips—a tiny taste that only made the hunger in my stomach grow sharper.
He turned to leave. I watched the muscles of his back move under his shirt, and a sudden, sharp spike of need hit me. I didn't want to be alone in the water. I didn't want him on the other side of that door.
I reached out, my fingers curling tightly around his wrist. Keifer stopped dead. He turned back slowly, his eyebrows arched in a silent, heavy question. "You need something?"
I couldn't find my voice for a second. I just looked down, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I felt the heat crawling up my neck. When I finally looked up, I saw his gaze drop to my mouth, his pupils blowing wide.
"Umm... I've kept your towels and clothes. Did I miss something?" he asked, his voice softening, though I could hear the hint of a smirk underneath.
I shook my head, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I gave his hand a small, deliberate tug, pulling him an inch closer. "I was just thinking... I'm going to take a shower now, and then you'll have to take one right after me. It's... you know, it's too time-consuming. And a waste of water."
The excuse was transparent, and we both knew it. Keifer's eyes darkened, turning a shade of midnight that made my knees weak. He didn't say anything at first; he just stared at me, letting the tension coil between us until it was thick enough to choke on.
"Is that so?" he murmured. He took a slow, predatory step toward me. I backed up instinctively, my heels clicking on the tile until my back hit the cold, hard wall of the shower. I let out a small gasp as the chill seeped into my skin, but it was immediately replaced by the furnace-like heat of Keifer's body.
He towered over me, a wall of muscle and intent. He braced one arm against the tile above my head, the other hand sliding around my waist to pull me flush against him. His chest was a solid weight against mine. "Should I join you, Jay? To save the environment, of course."
"Umm... you... you can," I whispered, my voice breaking.
He reached for the handle and wrenched it. The showerhead exploded with life, a heavy, medium-hot spray drenching us instantly.
The water was a shock, slicking my hair back and making Keifer's white shirt transparent in seconds. The fabric clung to his abs, showing off every ridge of his chiseled chest. I flinched as the water hit my bare skin, my hands flying up to clutch at his wet shirt.
"Keif..."
"Hmm?" he hummed, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. He didn't wait for a response.
He crushed his lips against mine, the kiss hard and demanding. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in the wet fabric of his shirt as the water cascaded over us.
The heat of the water and the heat of his body were indistinguishable. He moved his hand from the wall to the back of my head, his fingers threading through my wet hair to tilt my head back, deepening the kiss until I was lightheaded. He pinned me against the wall, his weight heavy and grounding.
I managed to pull back for a second, gasping for air, my eyes roaming over him. He looked devastatingly hot, the water dripping off his jaw, his shirt translucent and heavy. I felt a surge of boldness I didn't know I had. I stood on my toes, pressing my mouth back to his while my hands went to his buttons.
I fumbled with them, my fingers slick with water and soap, but I managed to undo them one by one. When the shirt finally slid off his shoulders and hit the floor of the shower, Keifer let out a low, dark chuckle.
"So bold, huh?"
He didn't give me time to answer. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the skin where his previous "artwork" still lingered. I hissed, my back arching as he found a sore spot.
"Mmm.uhh.."
"Did it hurt?" he asked against my skin, his voice dropping to a concerned whisper.
I shook my head, my fingers digging into his wet hair. "It's a pleasurable pain," I panted. "Don't stop."
He groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated want. He moved lower, his mouth finding my chest. I whimpered, he took one of my nipple in his mouth bitting it gently.
"Ahh..keif",I moaned.
"Ohh... aahhh... yes please...", I shamelessly whimpered when his mouth and hand simultaneously pleasured both my breasts.
"Call me hubby, Jay. Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated in my very bones.
"Hubby... please... more," I sobbed out, my thighs clenching. I could feel him through his pants, thick and hard against my hip. The friction was driving me crazy.
Suddenly, he gripped my waist and spun me around. My front slapped against the wet tile wall, the cold stone a sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressing into my back. He pushed my hair to one side, his breath hot against my ear.
"Do you like it like this?" he husked, his hands coming around to grip me firmly. He leaned forward, his length pressing into the curve of my backside. I let out a long, broken moan, my head dropping back onto his shoulder.
"Mmhh... Yes... I love it... hubby..."
I could feel his dick hardened . Now I don't care about pain.I want him.
"Hubby please ?"
"Please what jay .. do you want me inside you ?", he asked in husky voice.
I nodded, slipping my fingers between his. But like I should've known, he didn't take the nod. "Words, Love. Words", he urged again .
"Keif, please ..
"Please what, Jay? You want me inside you."
I nodded frantically, my fingers searching for his behind my back.
But Keifer wasn't having it. "Words, Love. I want to hear the words."
"Aahhh... yes... yes ... I want to... take... ammhh... take you ag- aahhh hubby.."
My body jerked ahead with pleasure when he slid his finger.
"Ahh.keif.."
I let out a moan between our tangled lips and my core automatically tightened around his fingers. He started thrusting me deep with his finger.
"Ahh..y..es..Love..it..fast.fast..hubby",I moaned shamelessly.
I felt him reach for the cabinet, the sound of the foil packet snapping open loud over the roar of the water. He discarded his boxer, and a moment later, I felt the tip of him at my entrance. He didn't rush. He guided himself in slowly, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him.
"Aahhhh..." I sagged against the wall, my entire weight supported by him. He let out a deep, guttural grunt, his arms wrapping around me like iron bands.
"Comfortable?" he whispered after a moment, his lips grazing my temple.
"Yes," I breathed.
He pulled back and then thrust deep, a sharp, rhythmic motion that made the world turn white. I gasped, my hands finding the grout between the tiles as I tried to stay upright. He was ruling me, his hands never still, his mouth never leaving my neck or shoulders.
Aahhh... yes..."
"Hu...hubby... aahh... ummh..." I reached back, my hand grabbing his hair to pull him closer, to direct his mouth.
"I'm... aaahhh... Keif... I'm close!"
He gave one final, deep push, his own voice breaking into a loud groan.
"Ahhhhhhh "
I thought he was going to stop.I started to move out.Bit suddenly he pulled me back with a force.
"Ahh keif.."
He started thrusting me hard again making contracting and he grunted at the feeling.
I was so busy in moaning that I didn't even realize when my hips started moving in rhythm with his.
The pace changed. It went from slow and agonizing to fast, desperate, and hard. Every push made me shake, my moans turning into high-pitched whimpers that echoed off the bathroom tiles.
He was focused more on making us both reach a mutual climax this time. And his speed was doing it perfectly, pushing me to the edge again. My core started contracting and he grunted at the feeling.
"Ahh... Jay"
"Mmm... aahhh", his pace fastened, making me almost lose my balance from the wall.
"Aahhh... Keif... sto.. stop.. uummhhh... stop I.. can't... it's too... aaahhh", my eyes went pinched close as I tried to hold myself together. But it was getting too, too much.
The bathroom filled with our moans and grunts and the unholy sound of our bodies hitting together.
"Just a moment, Jay... just a- uurrghh", halfway through his words he reached his climax, followed by me having my second orgasm.
We hit the peak together, the intensity of it leaving me limp and shaking in his arms. He buried his face in my neck, his chest heaving against my back as we both tried to catch our breaths. The water continued to fall, washing away the sweat and the salt, but the heat remained.
"I love you, Jay," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
"I love you too, Keifer."
He made me stand under the shower again. "Now let's have an actual shower we start round 3, shall we?", he asked. I nodded.
He started cleaning him and me with gentleness. Soon we both were done then he carry me out.
A/n
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Spoiler:
Jay's Grandparents arrival.