Then TJ stood, not moving his fingers, and I tried to wiggle away, but he forced the fullness of weight against me, kissing me breathless against the wet tiles.
“Let’s try this.” He reached over his head and took one of the shower heads down. He flicked the side of it with his thumb, turning the shower massager on. “Nice and easy.”
“Nooo,” I whispered as he slid it down between my legs, focusing the pulsing spray on the already sweltering nub of my clit. He knew I couldn’t resist the shower massager, and he was right. It felt too fucking good. It demanded my hips grind, looking for more, forcing his fingers deeper into my ass.
“That’s a girl.” He watched me, his cock like a hot steel poker against my thigh.
“You like it in your ass. I know you do.”
I gritted my teeth and shook my head, seeing him only through slits, but I thrust against his hand, the pounding wet heat of the shower massager driving me crazy. I held onto him, my knees weak, and nearly screamed as his fingers moved in deep, as deep as they could go, really fucking me now.
“Ohhhh TJ!” I moaned, struggling in his arms. His body was hard and lean, flattening me against the tiles. I bit his shoulder, raking my teeth there, licking an apology with my tongue afterward, lost in sensation.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged me. “Fuck me back. Do it. Faster, baby. Take it in your ass!”
I closed my eyes fully against his words, but I couldn’t stop the feeling, his fingers spreading me wide while the water flooded my clit with pleasure, taking me right to the edge of ecstasy.
“Tell me!” TJ’ s fingers moved like lightning, and god, yes, I found myself transported into fantasy, imagining a cock inside me now, fucking that tight hole. “Tell me, Janie.”
“Noooo,” I wailed, biting my lip, still wanting to deny it even as I was envisioning it.
“Yes!” He pressed the shower head fully against my pussy, rubbing it there, grinding. Oh my fucking god. That was too much. “Yes, yes, tell me yes!”
“Ahhhhh!” My nails dug into his back as I gave into it, gave into him. “Yes! Oh fuck yes, TJ, yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! I love it! Oh god yes!”
I screamed the last, my climax catching up with me as TJ shoved the shower head against my cunt and drove his fingers deep into my ass. I let him have it all, my pussy throbbing with delicious spasms, even my tight little asshole clenching, rewarding his plunging fingers. He held me up as I came, my knees going out almost completely, my whole body vibrating with my final release. Then I crumpled in his arms, against the lean, wet, hard warmth of his body as the sensation overtook me.
“Jesus.” He put the shower head back, the water flooding us both with pulsing heat, still holding me tight. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Mmmm.” I was floating, lost.
TJ took my limp weight in his arms, kissing me, my mouth, my chin, my neck, my breasts.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I said when I started to come around, glimpsing the light in his eyes. “I am still not letting you fuck my ass.”
“No?” He pouted, but he was smiling, kidding me. “Then I’ll just have to fuck a different hole…one that isn’t sore… let me see…” I shied away when his hand reached for my pussy. “Hmmm, not here…” His slippery fingers probed my navel and I laughed.
“Can’t fit in here, I’m afraid.”
Grabbing the fat, wet bulge of his cock and squeezing, I said, “Hardly,” making him groan.
“How about here?” His fingers reached my lips, smearing over them. He kissed me, his tongue probing, making my limbs feel weak again. “Will you let me fuck your mouth?”
Nodding, I let my legs do what they wanted to anyway and sank to kneeling in the tub. His cock was rigid and I tugged on its wet length, using the water flowing down his body as natural lubrication. He turned so he was leaning back against the tiles now, letting me play.
“So hard.” I rubbed the head of his dick against my lips. “You really liked fingering my asshole didn’t you?”
His eyes brightened when he looked down at me. “You have no idea.”
“What do you think it would feel like to put your cock in there?” I teased, licking his precum off with my tongue. I couldn’t see it-everything was too wet-but I could taste it.
He groaned. “Fucking fantastic.” Grabbing my hair, he slid his cock between my lips, not patient anymore. “A lot like this,” he panted, ignoring my pleas as he began to fuck my mouth. He knew I loved it. “Only tighter.” I gagged a little as he thrust deep and I grabbed the base of his cock to keep from taking too much. “And hotter.”
Just the pace he set made me crazy and my pussy responded, aching for more. I wanted him in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass, everything all at once. I couldn’t get enough of him. He moaned when my fingernails grazed his balls, and then I cupped them gently, feeling their weight. I let him slip out of my mouth so I could tease his balls with my tongue.
“Oh god, Janie,” he breathed, his hand in my hair. I guided his other hand to his cock as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. “You want me to stroke it for you?”
I nodded eagerly and he took it in his fist, pumping slowly as he watched me suck and lick his balls. The water dripped over his hard, flat belly and down into my mouth as I tongued him. I loved seeing him jerk off, the way his head went back, how the muscles in his stomach clenched and rolled.
I couldn’t help myself-I reached down to touch my pussy, rubbing gently around my clit, avoiding the aching throb of my hole. Damn, Catherine had really gone to town on me last night. Still, I shivered with the memory, watching TJ stroke himself for me as he watched me touch myself, too. His eyes were full of lust when he looked at me, the water slicking my hair back, beading on my breasts and belly, dripping down between my legs.
“You really want to fuck something that isn’t sore?” I bit my lip as I met his gaze.
His eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
Instead of responding, I grinned, reaching up and squeezing soap out of the dispenser. His anticipation turned to amusement when I started spreading it over my tits, making them incredibly soapy.
“Tease,” he admonished, but his hand moved faster in response to seeing the soapy water make its way over my breasts and down my belly. “Push them together.”
I did as he asked, kneeling up so he could get a better angle. His eyes followed my movements as I rubbed my nipples, the soap slick on my hands, pressing my breasts up and together for him. He slapped his cock against my tits and I arched, watching him bend his knees so he could slide it up from the bottom, pressing between my flesh, the head of his cock appearing at the top of my cleavage.
“God, you've got incredible tits.” His praise made me blush as he began to thrust, his hips working. I moaned softly, enjoying the exquisite sight of his cock appearing and disappearing again, the shower water from above flooding the crevice, making the soap turn into frothy suds as he fucked my tits, faster, faster. He growled and grabbed my breasts in his big hands, just using my flesh now to get off.
I had to get myself off, too. My pussy was sopping and I used the heel of my hand, rolling my hips and riding it out. It wasn’t going to take long, the way TJ was thrusting and bucking and moaning all sorts of dirty things to me.
“Take that cock, you little slut,” he groaned. “You like it between your tits? You’re such a little cockwhore.”
Oh, god. It was so true. I rubbed myself off faster, eager for my orgasm and for his. I wanted his cum all over me.
“Oh fuck! Janieeee!” He called my name as he came, mashing the softness of my breasts around his throbbing cock. I felt every fiery explosion of cum, the first blast hard enough to bathe my neck in alabaster devotion, the next coming in a bold gush from the head of his dick and then dripping like hot seed pearls over the rise of my breasts. I cried out, convulsing as I came too, just from watching the brilliant display of his climax, the heel of my hand riding hard against my cunt as I shuddered and threw my head back and howled.