(Amber's P.O.V)

It's been a long day; the water jets from the shower were massaging the aches and tension from my shoulders. My eyes were closed in bliss; small smiles tugging at my lips as my worries disappeared down the drain.

"You look beautiful." A familar husky voice rang.

I snapped my eyes open and stared at a still standing Darren Criss through the glass. His eyes were dark, wanton and hooded and I felt my breath catch at the intensity. The air was thick with steam, and now desperation has been added to the mix. I was aware of every water droplet hitting against me. How they ran in rivers along my skin; and I was acutely aware of Darren's mossy hazel stare following them.

"I am jealous of the shower." He said

"Why?" I asked.

"It's too close to you." He simply replied.

Normally I'd smile at his cheesy comments, but the way he is biting on his lip made my breath hitch instead. I watched as he slowly pulled his tee shirt from his body; his stare only breaking from mine as the material passed over his head. His eyes flickered as he dropped it to the floor. Long fingers that know how to work my body effortlessly unhooked the button of his fly, and he shrugged his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving them to pool at his feet. He was hard. Achingly so, it appeared. The head of his cock glistening with pre cum and my mouth waterd in anticipation.

"I want to be that close." He added.

He stepped into the shower, and I was instantly back against the wall. The tiles were cool against my burning skin, and it drew a sharp hiss from my mouth.

He stood before me; there was no noise from either of us; just the thundering of the shower as it exploded against the plastic basin. Slowly he approached me, his shaft pressing into my lower stomach as he captures my lips with his.

At first, the kiss is soft, tender almost, and my hands wind into his curly hair that was dampening by the second. Then; he drew my lip out with his teeth, his fingers that were resting on my hips dig in, hooking into my flesh and ramming me against him hard.

His tongue took dominance in my mouth; weaving with mine and electing a groan from my lips as one hand released its hold and slid between my legs. His thumb rubbed over my clit, and sub consciously I rut against his hand, the speed increasing as he inserted one finger, followed by a second. His thumb still working my clit.

I could feel the pressure of my orgasm approaching; my tongue was heavy in his mouth as coherent thought begsn to leave. Then, as the sparks of white begin to dance behind my lids, he stopped. A whimper slid past my lips and my eyes shoot open, breaking my contact with him. There was a smirk dancing against his mouth but it was dark and this is the Darren I love. The teasing kind. The one that makes me weak.

Effortlessly he picked me up; my ebony legs wrapping around his waist, a perfect fit – like a puzzle and he slid into me; painstakingly slowly. I tried to jerk my hips; but he laughed between the kisses at my desperation. Then without any warning; he rockets into me. My back meeting the wall hard. His feet struggle to find purchase on the wet floor; but he managed – continuing his fast, relentless pace.

It didn't take long for my orgasm to take me; and I unashamedly screamed his name, nails gripping at his skin as he fucked me through it. With hot breath I began to whisper in his ear; filth falling from my lips that maked him keen and whimper; then he shuddered against me. A feral cry escaping his lips. I felt his heat fill me; and I pressed my lips against the pulse point on his neck. Tightening my hold on him.

"I think I got closer." He smiled.

He slid out of me, earning a chuckle from my lips. Then, he handed me the soap and turned his back on me. Rolling my eyes, I began to soap him – knowing full well I wouldn't be leaving the shower anytime soon.

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