Not great to do when it’s volcanic hot.
“This is about last night,” I groaned, setting the mug down and rising in front of her. I could see the air slip from her warm lips as she eyed my muscular shape.
Two can play at this game…
“Maybe,” Kate smirked. “But you know the rule. If we’re gonna play…”
“I need a shower,” I muttered.
She raised an eyebrow. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Without a single moment’s hesitation, I shucked my boxers down to my ankles and kicked them off. Standing tall and naked in front of her, I funneled my earlier moment of irritation into a smug smirk.
Kate couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock. It was harder than ever, aching for her touch.
“Feel free to join me if you want,” I grunted, stepping past her and wandering towards the bathroom.
That’s right, I muttered to myself.
Play with me all you want, Kate. But just remember… I play for goddamn keeps.
I didn’t notice the noise of the shifting door as I lathered up my hair not ten minutes later. It was only when the shower curtain scraped aside that I realized Kate was taking me up on my offer.
Holy shit, she’s still got guts.
Kate’s body was just as fucking amazing as I remembered. Her curves had filled in wonderfully, rounding her out in all the right places. Her hips begged for my clenching fingers around them during a strong, feral fucking, and her breasts?
Don’t get me started on her breasts.
Perfection. Kate’s were still the best I’d ever seen, just the perfect size for my hands. Her rosy, perky nipples begged for the hungry touch of my lips.
Then my eyes slipped down to her pussy. Kate had always kept things trimmed down to a cute little landing strip. Her slit drew my attention and held it. I wanted so badly to taste it, to roll my tongue against that clit of hers and drive this woman to the fucking brink…
This was a beautiful body that needed to be dominated, and I was just the man to fulfill that role.
Kate mustered up a brave, seductive face.
“Uh-uh,” she wagged a finger. “No touching. You want to play the let’s get naked card, that’s cool. But that’s a two-way goddamn street.”
She slipped into the tiny shower behind me, pressing against my skin as she reached for the shower gel.
Every brush of our naked, wet skin together sent electricity crackling down my nerves. I turned my back and continued my routine, knowing that she was right behind me, almost pressed against me.
Each movement touched me somehow, and it drove me crazy. I had to have her. I needed to pin her against that slick shower wall and soak that beautiful fucking pussy in more ways than one.
I couldn’t let her win at this game.
No… I wouldn’t let her win.
So, I waited until I was finished cleaning myself up, pressed a hand to the wall in front, and I began to carefully stroke my hard erection.
Kate immediately froze behind me, her back close to mine. That’s right, I thought. This is where the line gets drawn, right?
If she wasn’t going to fuck me…
Then I’d up the stakes.
She didn’t move as my breathing slowed, growing heavier with my satisfaction. Sure, I would have loved to hike Kate up in my arms and plunge my stiff rod deep into her soaked body, but… this would do.
A week ago, I would have never guessed I’d see Kate again, let alone jack myself off in the shower against her…
I let a few low growls out, enjoying the way my fist rolled over the head of my cock.
But then I realized that Kate was pushing up harder against me, her back to mine… shuddering.
Her movements…
Kate had met my defiance.
She’s touching herself against me…
This competition – daring each other to push the envelope just a little further – had just spiraled out of control.
Kate had matched my bluffs at every step, and now we were pleasing ourselves, pressed against one another under the shower water…
We stayed silent, besides the odd groan or moan out of one of us. Neither of us milked our vocal chords for an edge against the other. Instead, we just fell into whatever felt good, nurturing the electricity between each other as we pushed ourselves to the limit, brushing our own limits with each other…
Without warning, her hand flew back, clenching against my throat for leverage. I felt her fingers wrap around beneath my chin as her voice lifted in stuttering moans, her body locking up behind me. Her limbs stiffened and she trembled against my back.
She’s coming, I realized.
That suddenly pushed me straight over the goddamn edge.
I came as hard as I ever have, unleashing ropes of warm cum so hard that it was literally painful. My wasted seed shot against the shower wall in front, dripping down towards the faucets as I braced myself against the wall and against her.
We came together.
I grunted, wiping my cock clean and washing my hands one last time before stepping out of the shower. While I dried myself off, I heard Kate moving around under the water, washing herself up a little longer before killing the faucets.
“All that from a cup of coffee,” I smirked while drying myself off.
Her eyes met mine as she brushed the shower curtain aside, dripping with water and burdened with unmet anticipation.
“Guess so,” she chuckled.
“Well,” I muttered, lifting a foot onto the toilet seat and vigorously drying off a leg. “Can’t wait to see what breakfast is like.”
Kate
He hadn’t budged a fucking inch.
Glaring at myself in the mirror, I tried to push down my mounting frustration. The woman who stared back at me had tried to fight fire with fire… and lost.
Badly.
Walking out in my underwear and teasing him was meant to dominate the situation. I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to take it if he wasn’t willing to give it. But I made the mistake of forgetting that I wasn’t dealing with just any guy.
Grizz always took control.
My opponent was the man who had every inch of my body memorized. I knew he was more than willing to push the line. Every time I met him, he’d push it harder, no worse for wear.
I walk out in tight panties… he rips off his boxers. I join him in the shower… he starts jacking off.
The rest of the day was even harder. Grizz went on with his business as if nothing even happened, although the smug grin on his face said otherwise.
While he was doing his thing, I needed a distraction – and fast. Given that place was a wreck, I dedicated myself to the complete abolishment of all grime and disarray in our new home.
Besides, taking care of that would make me feel like I’d earned myself some time here, which was really important to me.
There were some cleaning supplies shoved away under the sink, with an ancient vacuum, broom, dustpan and brush in the utility closet. Armed with these tools, I set about scrubbing down every surface that wasn’t a wall or a door – those would come later.
The spare bedroom was crammed full of boxes, so I just shut the door on that and left it as it was.
Grizz seems okay with the couch.
He can deal with this if he wants the room.
The stove had a fresh lease on li
fe after I bleached away the yellowing stains along the white veneer. Leaving drains and sinks to soak in the cleaner’s equivalent of megaton bombs, I emptied the vacuum bag into the huge trash bin outside and gave the few parts with carpet a proper once-over.
As for the hardwood that dominated the floors, I settled for the broom. Windex hit the windows. Disinfectant coated the countertops. Cleansing wipes rubbed the doorknobs and drawer/cabinet handles.
It was nice to have something to do that got my mind off of him… and his hard, naked body pressed against mine…
Goddammit, Kate. Get your shit together. Get it all together and in a backpack, all your shit, so that it’s together…
No matter how I berated myself, or tried to focus entirely on scrubbing surfaces, tossing expired food, deep-cleaning the refrigerator, and organizing cupboards, I just couldn’t keep the bastard off my goddamn mind.
I was going to have to win our little battle of the wills quickly, because the sexual tension was unreal. I’d been keeping up a brave face before, but he’d taken damn good care of himself since leaving my life.
It wasn’t fucking fair.
Men aren’t supposed to be that hot.
Especially not the ones who break you.
By the time he finally came home a few hours later, bags of groceries dangling from his clenched fists, I had pulled the entire place together into far more livable condition.
He paused while unloading groceries onto the kitchen counters, gazing around the room.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, chilling out on the sofa with a beer.
“You cleaned.”
“Yeah, I did. Problem?”
“Not at all,” Grizz replied, glancing over at me with a warm smile. “Was gonna scrub this place down over the next few days. You really saved me a lot of trouble. Looks awesome in here.”
“Yeah,” I replied, taken slightly aback. “Spent the whole time working on it. Glad you noticed.”
“Thank you, Kate.”
I turned away, happy but mildly embarrassed. Sure, Grizz had always been considerate, but had been rare that he ever gushed with praise like that.
“Was thinking steaks for dinner.”