Shower Surprise
The steam from the shower had fogged up the bathroom mirror, but Lucy could still make out her reflection. She was running late, as usual, and had dashed into the communal bathroom to freshen up before her shift at the café. She was about to step into one of the stalls when she noticed the shower curtain was slightly ajar. She could hear the water running and, without thinking, she pushed the curtain aside.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing crimson as she took in the sight of Loke, the new barista, standing naked under the streaming water. His ginger hair was darkened to a deep auburn, and water droplets glistened on his muscular abs and the impressive length hanging between his legs.
Loke turned to face her, his eyes widening in surprise. "Lucy? What are you doing here?" he asked, making no move to cover himself. His voice was calm, almost curious, as if her intrusion was the most natural thing in the world.
Lucy's mouth had gone dry at the sight of him, and she swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "I... I was just going to use the bathroom. I didn't know you were in here," she stammered, her eyes flicking back to his cock, which seemed to be growing harder under her gaze.
Loke looked down at himself and chuckled. "Well, now that you're here, you might as well make yourself useful," he said, his voice taking on a husky edge. He held out the soap to her. "Want to help me wash up?"
Lucy's nipples hardened at the suggestion, and she felt a warmth spreading between her legs. She stepped closer to him, taking the soap from his hand. "I thought you'd never ask," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
She lathered her hands with the soap, her eyes never leaving Loke's body. She started at his chest, running her soapy hands over his muscular pecs and down his abs, feeling each ridge and valley. Loke's breath hitched as she touched him, and he reached out to grab her waist, his fingers brushing against her ass.
"You have such a beautiful body," Lucy whispered, her voice thick with desire. She leaned in to kiss his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste the water droplets on his skin.
Loke groaned, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing the flesh there. "You're so hot Loke ," he growled, his voice low and rough. He pulled her closer, so that her body was pressed against his, her nipples brushing against his chest.
They stood like that for a moment, the water pounding down on them, their bodies pressed together. Lucy could feel Loke's cock pressing against her thigh, and she reached down to wrap her hand around it. Loke groaned again, his hips jerking forward as she began to stroke him.
"Fuck, that feels good," he moaned, his head falling back as she worked her hand up and down his length. She leaned down to take him in her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip.
Loke's hands went to her hair, tangling in the long blonde strands as she took him deeper, her mouth and hand working in tandem. He groaned and cursed, his hips moving in time with her strokes. She could feel him getting closer, his cock throbbing in her mouth, and she redoubled her efforts, wanting to taste him.
"I'm going to come," Loke groaned, his hands tightening in her hair. Lucy hummed in response, taking him deeper still, and he let out a shout as he came, his cock pulsing in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.
When he was done, she pulled back, licking her lips. "My turn," she said, a wicked gleam in her eye. She took his hand and led him to the bench in the shower, pushing him down to sit. She straddled him, her breasts at eye level, and he leaned in to take one in his mouth.
"Mmm, yes," Lucy moaned, her head falling back as he sucked and licked at her nipple. He reached down between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Lucy," Loke growled, his fingers moving faster, his mouth still working at her breast. She let out a cry as she came, her body convulsing as the pleasure washed over her.
Loke didn't stop, his fingers still moving, his mouth still sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she was begging him to stop. When she finally pushed him away, she was gasping for breath, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"Fuck, that was intense," she panted, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.
Loke chuckled, his hands moving to her hips. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He stood, lifting her with him, and turned her to face the wall. He pressed her against it, his body pressing against her back, his cock already hard again.
"I want to fuck you, Lucy," he growled in her ear, his hands moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples. "I want to fuck you hard."
Lucy moaned, her body arching into his touch. "Yes," she gasped, her hands reaching back to grab his hips, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Loke. Fuck me hard."
Loke didn't need to be told twice. He reached down between her legs, his fingers finding her pussy and pushing inside. She was already wet, and he groaned at the feel of her, his cock throbbing against her ass.
"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb rubbing against her clit. "You want my cock, don't you, Lucy?"
"Yes," she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. "I want your cock, Loke. I want you to fuck me."
Loke groaned, his fingers still moving, his cock pressing against her ass. "Not yet," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I want to taste you first."
He dropped to his knees behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in to lick her pussy. Lucy moaned, her hands pressing against the wall, her body arching into his touch. He licked and sucked, his tongue pushing inside her, his fingers still moving, driving her crazy.
"Fuck, Loke, that feels so good," she moaned, her body writhing as he pleasured her. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting to make her come again.
"Come for me, Lucy," he growled, his fingers moving faster, his tongue pushing inside her. She let out a cry as she came, her body convulsing as the pleasure washed over her. He kept licking, drawing out her orgasm until she was begging him to stop.
When she finally pushed him away, she was gasping for breath, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "Fuck, that was intense," she panted, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.
Loke chuckled, his hands moving to her hips. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He stood, lifting her with him, and turned her to face him. He kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, letting her taste herself on him.
"I want to fuck you, Lucy," he growled, his hands moving to her ass, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"Yes," she moaned, her head falling back as he carried her to the bench and sat down, her body straddling his. He reached down between them, his hand guiding his cock to her pussy, and she let out a moan as he pushed inside her.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her. She moaned, her body moving with his, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
"Harder, Loke," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Fuck me harder."
Loke growled, his hands moving to her ass, lifting her up and slamming her down onto his cock. She cried out, her body convulsing as he hit that sweet spot inside her. He kept moving, his cock sliding in and out of her, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her and slamming her down onto him.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her body moving with his, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Lucy," Loke growled, his fingers digging into her ass. "Come all over my cock."
She let out a cry as she came, her body convulsing as the pleasure washed over her. Loke kept moving, his cock sliding in and out of her, drawing out her orgasm until she was begging him to stop.
When she finally pushed him away, she was gasping for breath, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "Fuck, that was intense," she panted, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.
Loke chuckled, his hands moving to her hips. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He stood, lifting her with him, and turned her to face the wall. He pressed her against it, his body pressing against her back, his cock already hard again.
"I want to fuck you again, Lucy," he growled in her ear, his hands moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples. "I want to fuck you all night long."
Lucy moaned, her body arching into his touch. "Yes," she gasped, her hands reaching back to grab his hips, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Loke. Fuck me all night long."
And so, they did. They fucked in the shower, on the bench, on the floor, against the wall, in every position imaginable. They fucked until the water ran cold, until they were both exhausted and spent. They fucked until the sun came up, and they were still going at it, their bodies slick with sweat and come, their moans and cries echoing off the tiles.
When they finally collapsed, panting and gasping, onto the cold tile floor, Lucy looked up at Loke, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Well, that was certainly an interesting way to start the day," she said, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.
Loke chuckled, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought you might like that," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "But I have to warn you, Lucy, I'm not done with you yet."
Lucy's eyes widened, her body already responding to the promise in his voice. "Oh really?" she said, her voice breathy and eager. "What do you have in mind?"
Loke grinned, his hands moving to her hips. "I thought we could try out the bed this time," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you say, Lucy? Ready for round two?"
And so, they continued, their bodies entwined, their moans and cries filling the air, their pleasure never-ending.