Showered with Pleasure

The moment the heavy glass door of the Aqua Vista Spa Retreat’s shower slid shut behind us, the world outside ceased to exist. The heated marble beneath my feet sent a slow, deliberate warmth creeping up my calves, grounding me even as my pulse quickened. Claire stood just ahead, her porcelain skin already flushed from the steam curling around us, her breath shallow as she took in the space—the sleek tiled walls, the cascading water from the rainfall showerhead, the way the late afternoon sun painted the distant hills in gold through the floor-to-ceiling window. But none of that held her attention for long. Not when I was right behind her.

I’d been waiting for this. Weeks of stolen glances, of her biting that plump lower lip when she thought I wasn’t looking, of the way her thighs pressed together whenever I brushed past her in the hallway. She was young—too young, some would say—but the way her body responded to me told a different story. One of hunger. Of need. And I was more than ready to feed it.

My cock was already half-hard just from the sight of her, the way her perky tits rose and fell with each nervous breath, the damp curls of her hair clinging to the nape of her neck. I reached past her, my arm grazing her side, and she shivered. The suction cup of the dildo made a wet schlick as I pressed it against the glass, adjusting the angle until it jutted out at just the right height—perfect for her to sink onto. The silicone was thick, veined, the head slightly flared, and I gave it a firm tug to test its hold. It didn’t budge. Good. Because Claire wasn’t getting off this thing until I said so.

She watched me, her dark eyes wide, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “You’re really going to—”

“Bend over,” I cut in, my voice rough. No more teasing. No more waiting. The time for talking was over.

A beat of hesitation. Then, slowly, she turned, bent at the waist and slowly edged backward toward the dildo. The curve of her spine deepened as she arched her back, presenting that tight, untouched ass to me like an offering. Fuck, she was perfect. Smooth skin, the faintest dimples above her hips, the shadow of her pussy lips already glistening with arousal. I stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her, close enough to see the way her breath hitched when my fingertips trailed down her spine.

“Spread your legs.”

She obeyed without a word, her thighs parting just enough to give me a view of her slick, swollen cunt. The dildo was right there, waiting. I didn’t touch her—not yet. Instead, I reached for the shower’s control panel and turned the water up, letting the hot spray drum against my shoulders, my back, the tension coiling tighter in my gut. The steam thickened, wrapping around us like a living thing, carrying the sharp, clean scent of eucalyptus. Claire’s fingers curled against the ledge in front of her, her knuckles white.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “About my hands on you. My cock in that pretty mouth.”

A whimper. Her hips twitched, just slightly, like she was already trying to chase the friction she craved.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”

I smirked. “Good girl.” Then I gripped her hip with one hand and guided her backward with the other, pressing just above her tailbone until the head of the dildo notched against her entrance. She gasped, her body tensing, but I didn’t let up. “Relax. You can take it.”

And she could. She would.

The first inch was always the hardest. I applied steady pressure, watching as her pussy lips stretched around the thick silicone, her inner walls clenching in resistance before giving way with a wet, obscene sound. Claire’s breath came in sharp little pants, her nails scraping against the tile as she sank deeper, her body swallowing the toy bit by bit. By the time her ass cheeks pressed flush against the glass wall, her thighs were trembling, her skin slick with sweat and spray.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “It’s—it’s big.”

“I know.” I dragged my thumb along the seam of her ass, teasing the tight pucker of her hole before sliding lower, gathering the slickness from her pussy and circling her clit. She jerked, a broken sound tearing from her throat. “But you’re doing so well. Look at you, taking it all like a good little slut.”

Her body clenched around the dildo at the word, her back arching further. I could see the way her muscles worked, trying to adjust to the intrusion, her pussy fluttering helplessly. She was close already. Too close. And I hadn’t even started with her yet.

I stepped back just enough to give myself room, my cock aching, fully hard now, the head dark with blood, pre-cum beading at the slit. Claire’s eyes flicked down as I stroked myself, her lips parting. She knew what was coming. And fuck if that didn’t make her even wetter, her juices dripping down the dildo, pooling on the marble beneath her feet.

“Suck it, Claire.”

She didn’t hesitate this time. Turning her head, she opened that pretty mouth, her tongue already out, flat and eager. I guided my cock between her lips, groaning as the wet heat enveloped me. Her mouth was tight, untrained, but she tried so fucking hard, hollowing her cheeks, her lips stretching around my girth. I tangled my fingers in her hair, not to force her, but to guide—showing her the rhythm, the way to tilt her head just right so I could hit the back of her throat.

“That’s it,” I growled, my hips rolling forward in shallow thrusts. “Take me deeper.”

She gagged when I breached her throat, her body convulsing, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she moaned around my cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. Her hands flew to my thighs, her fingers digging in as she fought to breathe, to adjust. And all the while, her pussy was clamped tight around the dildo, her hips making tiny, desperate circles, like she couldn’t decide whether to fuck herself on it or pull away.

I gave her no choice.

Gripping her hair tighter, I set the pace—slow, deep strokes into her mouth, pulling out just enough to let her gasp for air before plunging back in. Each time, she took me a little further, her throat fluttering around my cockhead, her eyes watering. The sounds she made—wet, choked, needy—mixed with the slap of skin on skin, the suck of the dildo in her cunt, the rush of the shower. It was filthy. Obscene. And I couldn’t get enough.

“You like that, don’t you?” I grunted, my free hand sliding down to her ass. “Getting fucked in both holes. Being my little spit-roasted slut.”

Claire’s answer was a muffled cry, her body shuddering. I could feel her throat working around me, her pussy clenching so hard the dildo barely moved. She was right there. One more thrust, one more flick of my thumb over her clit, and she’d shatter.

I pulled her hair just enough to tilt her head back, my cock slipping from her lips with a lewd pop. “Cum for me, baby,” I ordered, my voice a rough whisper. “Cum on that dildo while I fuck your face.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged bursts. The muscles in her thighs locked, her back bowing as she ground down onto the toy, her pussy milking it desperately. I gave her no quarter, shoving my cock back between her lips, fucking her mouth in earnest now, my balls drawing up tight.

“That’s it,” I snarled, my vision blurring at the edges. “Let go. Come.”

And then—

Her body convulsed, a keening wail tearing from her throat around my cock as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy pulsed violently around the dildo, her juices gushing down her thighs, her entire body trembling like a live wire. I groaned, my own release barreling toward me, my hips stuttering as I fucked her mouth through her climax, her throat swallowing around me.

Fuck, she was perfect.

And we were only getting started.