Pleasure Bound

“So this is what a ladies’ changing room looks like inside.” Ty glanced around.

It was so odd to see Ty, a tall, broad, incredibly masculine hunk—totally naked—standing in the middle of no-man’s land.

“Now what?” she asked.

He nodded his head toward the curtained shower stalls. “Let’s go in there.”

She followed him behind the curtain and he drew her close, tugging at her towel at the same time. It pulled free and her bare breasts fell against his hard, muscular chest. Her cold nipples seemed to cling to his warmth. He smiled broadly. Swirling tendrils of need spiraled through her, originating from her tingling breasts.

He turned on the water and she yipped then giggled as a cold stream flooded over them. She flattened herself against the back wall, flinching at the cold tiles against her back, waiting for the water to heat up.

Ty took her hands and held them against the wall on either side of her head, their fingers interlaced, as his lips found hers in a hungry kiss. The water warmed as he shifted his body closer to hers. She was so aroused, she could barely catch her breath. His erection pushed against her and she desperately wanted him inside her.

He continued to hold her hands firm and she pushed against his grasp, trapping her.

“You’re a dirty girl, fucking Zeke and then fucking me. I need to wash you off before I fuck you again.”

He pushed her wrists together above her head and held them with one hand, then smacked her ass with the other, which made her flesh tingle in the most erotic way imaginable.

He shifted his knees between hers and eased them apart, opening her to him. Using the thumb of his free hand, he pumped shower gel onto his palm from the dispenser on the wall, then he stroked over her folds with his slippery hand, rubbing until the gel foamed up. Then he pressed forward, his hard swollen cock gliding over her intimate flesh. His hips undulated forward, pressing the length of his cock against her soapy folds, stimulating her. She pivoted her hips upward to gain more contact with that lovely, hard cock.

Her head drooped back against the wall as he positioned his cock against her opening. He pushed the head in slightly, then drew back. Her insides quivered. He glided forward again, barely entering her.

A soft moan escaped her lips. “Please, Master, I need you in me.”

He slapped her ass again. “Haven’t you had enough cock today, you dirty girl?”

He pulled her sideways, still against the tiled wall, but farther into the spray of water, then pinned her wrists against the tiled wall with both his hands again. The warm water rushed over their bodies as he continued to pulse forward and back, his cockhead nudging into her opening, but never fully penetrating her. Her body trembled with need.

Then he pressed forward with purpose and his cock began to slide into her slowly.

“Oh, yes.” She groaned.

Deeper.

Her breath quickened as pleasure built in her like steam in a pressure cooker.

His cock filled her more and more, until he pressed her tight against the wall, his cock fully immersed in her. She pushed against the pressure of his hands and moaned.

“Marie? Are you in there?”

Zeke’s voice cut through her sensual daze.

“Answer him,” Ty whispered against her ear.

“Yes, Master Zeke.”

Ty nodded with a big smile.

The curtains flew open and Zeke peered into the stall. Ty drew back and thrust into her. She moaned again at his hard cock driving deep.

“What’s going on in here?” Zeke asked, his hand stroking his own cock.

“Ty is fucking me,” she answered, then moaned again as he drew back, then drove forward.

Zeke’s olive green eyes had darkened to a forest green as he watched Ty thrust into her. Her eyelids fell closed at the exquisite pleasure.

“Are you enjoying it?” Zeke asked.