Page 33 of Tempted

“You’re freezing.” She observes, yet her voice betrays her. It comes out in almost a purr.

I have to stop myself, as my gaze naturally follows hers, which can lead to trouble. As I hug the towel to my body, I try to focus on the sloshing going on in my socks. “I think it's going to be a category four or five, from the look of it. Thankfully, this house was built to withstand hurricanes.”I'm just not sure if my heart is, but I leave that part out.

That's when her phone rings, breaking the silence. Our gazes unlock, and the spell is broken. “You should get that. It's probably Moira, wondering if you're okay.”

Her purse sits on the floor, surrounded by a tiny puddle of water. But still, it rings happily. She opens her purse, and glances at the display. “It’s just the office, sending a text. Everyone is working remotely now. Everything is fine.”

I nod, realizing that I really should change out of these wet clothes, but somehow, my feet seem like they are cemented to the floor. I don't trust myself to move. As she bends back down to place her phone back inside her purse, the jogging pants, which are miles to big on her, fall down slightly, revealing a piece of her delicious ass cheek. I bite my lip, watching her pull it back up into place. Only, she gazes over to me, checking to see if I saw it. Quickly, I turn my gaze towards the fireplace, pretending that I didn't see it, and hoping that she buys it.

“Sorry.” She says, apologetically.

What I want to say is.“No need to apologize. You have a really nice ass. That was quite a treat.”But instead, I simply nod and frown like an idiot. Meanwhile, my dick is awake again. “I'm going to go change.” I quickly grab my shirt off the drying rack, holding it in front of my jeans to conceal what's behind my fly. “Make yourself at home.” I say as I head to my bedroom. I pray to God that she doesn't follow me. And as I peel off my soaking wet jeans and briefs, revealing my rock-hard cock, I wonder how the hell I'm going to fit into another pair of pants like this. I tried the usual tricks, but those tactics seem to be fading now, not used to being used so often and in such a short period of time.

The ensuite bathroom beckons me. I figure the only way out of this, to ensure that I keep my hormones in check, is to clear the pipes. “I'm just going to take a quick shower.” I call out to her.

As the water spurts out cool at first, I consider just taking a cold shower, but then that fucking sexy as hell ass cheek of hers pops up to my memory, hardening me further. “Fuck...me.” I growl to myself, thinking that I haven't been in this sort of a predicament since high school.

And just when I think I've arrived at the perfect solution to my problem, all hell breaks loose.

Steph

As soon as I hear the faint noise of the shower running, some alarm beeps. At first, I ignore it, thinking that it'll go away on its own. But when it doesn't, and instead, it gets louder and louder,I figure that it's time to alert Malcolm. Clearly, he can't hear it from inside the shower, nor will he be able to hear me tapping at the door. So, I open it. The shower stall has clear glass, lending me the perfect view of Malcolm’s naked body. But when I expect to see him turn his face towards me, and shout at me for the intrusion, I notice that he's not exactly cleaning himself.

I should be disgusted. I should be embarrassed. I should shut the door, walk away and pretend that I saw nothing. But as my legs turn to jelly, and my folds start to throb and drip wet, and the alarm shuts off spontaneously on its own, I find my feet cemented to the floor. His beefy hand surrounds his cock, which is fully hard. His choppy breathing as he pleasures himself, makes me want to do things to him, makes me want to go and finish him off. A groan from him, echoing in the shower, makes my clit vibrate, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. There’s something you don’t experience every day. The sigh that escapes my throat, startles me, and I don’t realize until it’s too late, that I’ve hit the light switch.

Malcolm turns around and sees me standing there. “Fuck!” He shouts, turning around so he faces the shower wall, and all I see is his delicious fucking ass. All wet and involuntarily pushing in and out. I’m guessing that he’s about to come, and it’s so hot, but at the same time, I can’t help but feel like he’d love to punch me in the face. “What the hell are you doing in here?” He says, breathing still choppy, holding his hands on the wall, lowering his head, as though bearing down.

“I...I...there was an alarm going off. I thought there was something wrong, but it stopped.”

I watch him lift his head and sniff. “Fuck.” Another sniff. “It was the fucking carbon monoxide detector. It’s fucked up and I haven’t had a chance to fix it. It comes on when the fireplace is on.”

“Oh my God.” I practically cry. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to...God, Malcolm. Are you doing that because of me?”

“No, lass. I’m doing it because of the fucking storm...what do you think?”

“I’m sorry. Truly, I am.” I almost beg. I’m still turned on as hell, but now I’m mortified. Then I start to think that maybe this is my opportunity. Malcolm has rejected me, he’s teased me, taunted me, and now that it seems that he’s at my mercy, this may be the only opportunity I have to do as I please with him. After a slight hesitation, I pull the shirt over my head, and slide the pants down, rendering myself naked. Taking steps to the shower, I open the door, and he turns around. His cock is so perfect I could cry. It’s hard in all its glory, and Malcolm is all wet, worked up and as ready as he’ll ever be to fuck me.

“Fuck me, Malcolm.” I say to him.

His eyes are all over my body. “Holy....fuck.” He whimpers, turning to me. He would have to be completely repelled by me to turn me away now. I consider dropping to my knees and fucking him with my mouth, as I so desperately want to do, but he pulls me to him, shoving my back up against the shower wall, lifting me slightly, so that his cock is at my entrance. “I don’t have condoms, lass.”

“I’m on the pill.” I explain on exhale, getting the birth control business out of the way, and he thrusts into me, making my eyes roll back into the sockets, as my back slips up the wall and down again, while he fills me again and again. Fingernails biting into his back, legs wrapped around his middle, feet at his rounded ass, I cry out loud, feeling every plentiful inch of him as he fucks me the way that I’ve wanted him to fuck me since we met. His cock hits every hungry spot inside me as his lips suck my neck.

I come so fast I scream on exhale, as I feel him empty inside me, groaning, competing with my amplified cries in the small, glass-enclosed space. Then he pulls out and rubs his still hardas hell cock on my clit, while his lips move to my nipple and his hand moves to the other, and I come so hard a second time, it makes the first climax seem mild. His lips move down my body, as he carefully releases me, and my feet land on the tiled floor. Just when I think he’s finished, he kneels, drapes one of my legs over his shoulder, grasps my ass for balance, and fucks me with his mouth. The sucks, at first, are too much, as they force my clit outward, hitting every nerve ending between my legs. I cry out on every exhale as he batters my hungry orb, and then he licks it, pushing me over the edge a third time.

My legs are so wobbly he has to hold me to him for stability. I’m dizzy and dazed, and so satiated I could sleep. I’ve never come three times with anyone, and never that fast, either. He lets the water pour over us, as we both come down from the highest natural high there is, as our breathing normalizes. We speak nothing to each other, and we don’t embrace. He’s simply keeping me from falling over in the shower.

...and I start to wonder if this was a mistake.

Malcolm

I wanted to chide her. I wanted to scream at her for walking in on me. But when she walked over to me, stark naked, beautiful as fuck, I was right on the edge only moments before, and I’d have to be a superhero to say no to anyone at that point. So, I did what any warm-blooded male would do, and I fucked her. I fucked her good, too. I could have just let her come the one time,but something in me wanted to do more. Was I trying to prove a point? I’m not sure. Was I trying to show her who’s boss? Maybe. Was I loving having her at my mercy as she made me at hers moments ago? Sure. It was a fucking rush, I’m not going to lie. Should I have just made her turn around and get the fuck out of my bathroom and finish the job myself? If I was a Mormon, sure. A monk, maybe. But after the hard-ons that she caused me since her arrival, and the others before that, I figured she was fair game.

Truthfully, I couldn’t resist her. Those tits are perfect. That ass is fucking delicious enough to bite. And her cunt is like a perfect piece of fucking pie. Delicious, juicy, and oh, so easy to work with. I’ve never had a screamer before, either, and Steph...well, she was louder than the goddamn hurricane. How the hell am I going to keep my hands off her until it’s safe for her to leave? I’ll figure that one out. But I’ll bet it’ll be easier now that we’ve fucked once. Twenty bucks says that she’s got it off her chest, too, and we’ll both go back to hating each other in record time.

As I push the lever down, the water stops. Neither of us have bothered to cleanse ourselves. Not that we needed it. I grab the towels off the rack next to the stall and hand her one. She takes it and dries herself off, while I do the same. We don’t look at each other, although I want to. Not sure if she does, but based on the reception received, I’m sure that she’s just behaving as disconnected as I am, simply because neither of us has broken the silence. After I tuck the towel around my middle, I leave her, going to my room to get dressed. I can hear her slipping back into the jogging suit. When we reconvene in the living room five minutes later, I break the silence. “You hungry?”

“No. I should go.” She says, as though embarrassed.

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