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“I still can’t hear you,” he says.

He opens the shower door. I swing around at the noise. He fingers for me to walk closer. Trig is ass naked, with water dripping down his toned body. I’m now gawking at him. I walk closer.

“What did you say?”

“I um…thought you could use some new clothes. I could go shopping.” I point to the door.

He reaches his hand out and slowly pulls me into the shower. I hesitate for a moment but with him looking so damn good, I’m now fighting the desires of the flesh, and I’m losing.

“I don’t need clothes for what I’m about to do,” he says.

He backs me up against the stream of water. My entire outfit and hair are wet now.

“Is that right?” I ask.

“I see you’re still here.”

“I couldn’t make up my mind,” I lie.

“That’s interesting. Well, in that case, I’d like to help you make a final decision.”

He strips off my vest, and tank top, and then he unbuttons my shorts.

“There’s just one problem. I don’t have any condoms,” he says, as his hands find their way to the brim of my panties.

“That’s gonna be a problem,” I reply, as his face comes close to mine.

“I want you,” he moans against my neck.

His lips rush to taste my skin and it feels good. I slide my hand down and wrap it around his cock. I turn my head to the side, away from the water, and then I notice his injured arm. A deep red hole marks his skin. I can see small fragments of flesh. I release my hand from him.

“Does that still hurt badly?

“My arm? It’s really sore. Especially from having to carry one of those bags on that side.”

He pulls back, and looks at me.

“Maybe you should rest up,” I say.

“I already told you what I want, and it’s not rest.”

His fingertips follow the water droplets down my skin from my neck to my stomach. He lowers his hand down into my panties. I hold my breath for a second as the sensation jolts me. I’m scared to do this again. An escort scared of sex. How ironic is that? It’s not just the sex. It’s him. It’s what he does to me, and how he makes me feel. I become totally submissive under his touch, and I lose control. I begin to feel things that are not permitted, but I need these things to breathe.

“It’s hard to tell in all this water, but if you’re as wet as I think you are, then it’s safe to say you want this.”

He takes my hand and places it on his chest. I can see him reading my body language.

“You don’t have to be scared of me. We both need an escape from all of that pain.”

His hands search my body. I close my eyes and tilt my head back. The water runs down my face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Nine. I wanna feel you on the inside.”

I’m breathless, and the more he keeps talking, the more I just want to sit on his face. I bring my head up and place my lips on his chest. I run my tongue from his chest tattoos up to his neck tattoo. This boy makes me want to fuck him ten ways to Friday. I wish he’d just put it in me already.

“I’m clean. I get tested a lot,” I blurt out.

“Are you saying what I think you are?”

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