Chapter 02 (R18+)

Kylie

After everything that happened, I stumbled into the bathroom, my body still trembling from the intensity of our encounter. The lingering heat between my thighs and the sheen of sweat covering my skin reminded me of how wild and passionate it had been. I needed to clean myself, to wash away the evidence of our shared hunger. The cool water would help soothe the fever still burning inside me, a fever stoked by alcohol and the relentless desire that seemed impossible to quench.

I turned on the shower, letting the cold water rain down on me, hoping it would cool the fire within. The shock of the cold made me shiver, but it was a welcome relief from the heat that had consumed me. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back as the water cascaded over my face, washing away the sweat and the haze of alcohol. For a moment, I let myself drift, trying to reclaim a sense of normalcy after the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that had overtaken me.

But just as I began to find some peace, I felt a presence behind me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against a hard, muscular chest. My eyes snapped open, startled, as I felt the warmth of his body pressing into me, a stark contrast to the cold water still pouring over us.

He held me close, his touch firm yet gentle, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back. The heat radiating from his skin seeped into mine, reigniting the desire I had just tried to quell. His breath was warm on my neck, and I could feel the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against me. My pulse quickened, caught off guard by how quickly he had reignited the flame I thought had been extinguished.

“Can we shower together?” His deep, husky voice reverberated through my body, sending a shiver down my spine. There was something in his tone—a mix of playful suggestion and unspoken need—that made my knees weaken. I could feel his breath on my ear, the closeness of his lips sending waves of heat coursing through me.

I was at a loss for words, my mind a swirl of confusion and lingering desire. He didn’t wait for an answer; his lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, and I felt his hand glide up from my waist to cup my breast. The touch was electrifying, his large hand encompassing me, teasing and coaxing a response I was powerless to resist.

A soft moan escaped my lips as his other hand slid down my body, tracing a path along my hip before finding its way between my thighs. My breath hitched, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations he was awakening in me. The cold water was all but forgotten as his fingers began to explore, every touch igniting a new flame.

“I’m still hrny,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. The admission was both a confession and a promise, one that sent a thrill of anticipation through me. I could feel his cck growing harder against my back, the throbbing length pressing insistently into me, demanding attention.

I arched into his touch, unable to hold back the small sounds of pleasure escaping me. His mouth trailed kisses along my neck, each one leaving a burning imprint on my skin. His fingers played with my breast, teasing the nipple until it was a hard peak, while his other hand moved lower, parting the slick folds of my core.

“Mhh fck~” I moaned, my voice shaky with need. I could feel my body responding to his every touch, growing wetter, more sensitive. His cck twitched against me, and I knew he was as aroused as I was, his desire matching my own.

“I want to f*ck you more~” His voice was thick with lust, and the words sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. The water continued to beat down on us, but it did nothing to cool the rising tension. Slowly, he bent me over, his hands guiding me into position. One hand gripped my hip while the other lifted my leg, giving him better access.

I felt the head of his c*ck pressing against me, slick with our combined arousal. There was a brief moment of anticipation before he thrust into me, filling me completely.

“Ugh~” I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat as he buried himself deep inside me. The sensation was overwhelming, the slickness of my arousal allowing him to move easily, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through me. He set a relentless pace, his thrusts hard and fast, the sound of our bodies colliding mixing with the steady beat of the shower.

Our voices echoed in the small bathroom, a symphony of need and satisfaction. I could feel him pulsing inside me, each movement bringing us closer to the edge.

Without warning, he slammed into me one last time, his c*ck driving deep, and then he lifted me out of the shower. I clung to him, surprised by his strength as he carried me across the room. He set me down on the edge of the faucet, my back pressed against the cold surface, the mirror in front of us reflecting the heated intensity of our passion.

He bent me over, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself behind me. In the mirror, I could see the determination in his eyes, the set of his jaw, and the flush of his skin. His gaze met mine, and something in his expression made my breath catch—a mix of raw desire and something deeper, something almost possessive.

He slapped my ass, the sting sharp and quick, and I gasped, the sound echoing in the small space. He lifted my leg onto the faucet, spreading me wider, and then he was inside me again, his c*ck driving deep. Each thrust was deliberate, hitting the perfect spot inside me, driving me closer to the edge.

“Faster, f*ck~” I begged, my voice a desperate plea. I needed more, needed him to push me over the edge. The sight of him in the mirror, his body moving with such controlled intensity, was almost too much to bear. I was close, so close, and the pressure was building, coiling tight within me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out, leaving me gasping and trembling. He turned me to face him, lifting me effortlessly onto the faucet. I spread my legs wide, my heart racing as I watched him position himself. His c*ck was massive, the veins bulging along its length, the head an angry pink.

He met my gaze, a small smirk playing on his lips as he teased me, rubbing the head of his c*ck against my swollen entrance. The anticipation was maddening, and I could feel my body aching for him, desperate to be filled.

Without warning, he thrust into me, stretching me wide as he buried himself deep. The sensation was overwhelming, and I cried out, my hands gripping the edge of the faucet for support. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered, “I want you more.”

His lips found mine, the kiss rough and demanding, our tongues tangling in a dance of need. He began to move, his pace quick and punishing, driving me higher and higher. The pressure was unbearable, the pleasure almost too much to bear. I was on the edge, teetering between bliss and madness.

He slammed into me one last time, his cck pulsing as he released inside me, the warmth of his seed filling me. I felt him throb, his cck still hard even after his release. He stayed buried deep, holding me close as our breathing slowed, the only sound in the room the steady drip of water from the shower.

“You’re f*cking hot,” he whispered, his voice a rough growl. I could only nod, my body still trembling from the intensity of our encounter. My head was spinning, the room swaying as I tried to catch my breath.

“What’s your name?” His question surprised me, the irony not lost on me. After everything we had done, he was only now asking my name.

“Kylie, you?” I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “Rage, Rage Montez.” His breath was warm against my skin, his words sending a final shiver down my spine.

As his name echoed in my mind, the exhaustion finally overtook me, and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing I saw was his face, his intense gaze watching me as the darkness closed in.