Brody swallowed every sound I made, continuing to move his fingers inside me until I was writhing with his touch and kneading against his chest like an overgrown cat.
“I was thinking,” he said when he finally pulled away from the kiss. “If you want me to go get protection, I can. Though, I’ll have to get out of the tub. However, if you’re comfortable, we could go without it.”
I was still panting after the intense kiss, sucking in deep gulps of steamy air. It took me a moment to realize what he was saying, but Brody was content to simply sit there and continue toying with me as he waited for my brain to start working again.
Eventually, I managed to nod.
“Does that mean you want me to go fetch some stuff, or that you trust me to go without it?”
“I… I trust you.”
I’d already trusted this man with my life numerous times. Trusting him with my health was no concern after that.
All of a sudden, Brody pulled his fingers from my body, and I was left empty and wanting. My cock was already dripping pre-come into the bath water, desperate for attention.
“Turn around,” Brody said, with one more firm squeeze to my ass.
The tub was circular, so there was no ‘front’ or ‘back’ to face. I wasn’t sure what direction he wanted me to turn, but luckily, he was willing to guide me. Large, gentle hands repositioned me until I was bent over the edge of the tub. My legs were still in the water, and my hands were braced on the tiled bathroom floor, which left my ass on full display in the air.
The whole bathroom was filled with steam, but the air was still colder than the heated water. I shivered as goosebumps erupted all over my body, but I didn’t move from where I’d been placed.
Brody nipped at my shoulder with his teeth. It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, not even enough to leave a mark, and was more like a reminder of pain than an actual sensation.
“If I can’t leave the tub, then that means we don’t have any lube, either,” he said directly into my ear, before placing a kiss over the spot that he just nipped. “I hope you can handle a rough ride.”
I might have nodded or made some sort of sound in agreement. I couldn’t tell. My brain already felt like it had been invaded by the steam filling the room and turned all my thoughts to mush. His fingers found their way back inside me, carefully opening me up. The bathwater provided some lubricant, but not much, and the burn of the extra friction made my hips jerk as I tried to pull away and press closer at the same time. My cock rubbed against the smooth edge of the tub, and I sunk my teeth into my own forearm to silence my moans, which were echoing off the walls of the bathroom.
A hand tangled into my hair and pulled my head back, freeing my mouth from my arm.
“Oh, no. Don’t silence yourself. I want to hear every sound you make.”
Without proper lube, it was slow going. Brody took his time, carefully stretching me open until he was certain I was ready for him. Meanwhile, my voice bounced off the wall as I begged him to hurry up.
I would have been embarrassed by my own voice if I was able to feel anything other than desperation and burning arousal.
When he finally pressed inside of me, he moved slowly. Inch by inch, his cock carved a path through me, drawing out the sensation until the pleasure was on the edge of turning into pain. I tried pushing back against him, eager for him to hurry and fill me, but my hands slid over the white tiles of the floor.
It was almost worse than being bound. My limbs were completely free to move but couldn’t do anything useful. Most of my weight rested on my stomach, and the edge of the tub bit into my hips as Brody finally slid into me all the way. He gripped onto the edge of the tub for stability, his hands pinning me even more in place, before pulling out and slamming back inside all at once.
He set a punishing pace. More water sloshed over the side of the tub onto the floor with each thrust of his hips. Wet flesh smacked against wet flesh, filling the bathroom with the echoes of our coupling.
I dug my fingers into the groves of the floor tile, desperate for some form of traction to help me withstand the force as he thrust inside me. My insides felt scraped raw, and oversensitive nerves sent pleasure tingling up my spine every time Brody moved.
It was too perfect for words. The ecstasy that burned through my veins felt like a cleansing fire, eradicating every doubt, every negative thought that had ever existed before this moment.
This was where I belonged.
With a sudden, piercing jolt of electric pleasure, I came with a shout. My climax spilled over the edge of the tub and onto the bathroom tile, white staining white.
A moment later, Brody followed as well. Without the extra layer of protection that had always separated us before, I felt his heat more than usual. It flooded me, filling me up right down to my core so not an inch of me remained that wasn’t claimed by him.
Something in my brain stopped working. I didn’t pass out, but I completely froze. Even my thoughts went dark. Brody eventually had to guide me back into the tub, settling me against his chest as he let the warm water soothe my abused muscles.
The steam around us slowly disappeared, allowing me to see parts of the bathroom walls again. It was like waking up from a dream. One by one, the synapses in my brain reconnected until I was eventually able to complete a thought.
Looking up at Brody, who had never once let me go, I smiled.
“Again?”