“I need to take a shower,” she said, and she turned and headed into her bathroom. She wasn’t sure if he was following her, but she still felt some annoyance from Hull’s pissing contest with Jason, so she swung the door shut behind her.
Within minutes she was in the shower, standing under the hot water, steam rising off her body. She heard the bathroom door open as she was pulling a sudsy bath pouf across her breasts, and she couldn’t help but smirk. A moment later the shower curtain was pulled back and Hull was there, standing nude in her bathroom, his eyes on her soapy body.
He was hard, his cock pulsing in the steamy air.
“I’m pretty dirty too,” he said with a sly grin.
“I think we’ll just get dirtier if you come in here,” the young woman said.
“Let’s find out,” Hull said, and he stepped into the shower. He was behind her, and she went to turn around, but he stopped her. He pressed his body against hers from behind, his hard cock shoved against her ass cheeks. His arms went around her, one hand squeezing one of her breasts, the other taking her shower pouf from her and using it to wash her flat stomach.
“Don’t get me clean before you make me dirty,” Rebecca said, and Hull laughed and dropped the pouf to the floor of the shower. The young woman ground her hips behind her, pressing against his throbbing cock. Then she turned around, keeping herself in his arms, and they kissed, the hot water flowing down their entwined bodies.
They kissed until Hull couldn’t take it any longer. Then he turned her back around and guided her into a bent position. Rebecca used her hands to brace herself on the silver faucet on the shower wall, and Hull used two fingers to spread her pussy lips, wet from the shower and her own juices.
He slid into her slowly, easily, his hands exploring her back and her ass as his hips went forward, his cock sliding farther into her. Rebecca gasped as he pushed in as deep as he could go. As he rocked back and forth, building to a quicker pace, the young biker chick used one hand to reach between her legs, her fingers taking turns rubbing her own clit and then reaching back farther and stroking Hull’s cock as he pulled out of her.
He had said he wanted to make love to her earlier, but in the shower it was just fucking. The hot water was almost oppressive, hitting her lower back, running down her body, some of it heading toward her head, soaking her hair, running into her face.
Hull fucked her hard, his fingers gripping painfully onto her hips. She continued rubbing herself, rocking back and forth with his thrusts, the rhythmic slapping of their wet skin against each other guiding how quickly she moved her own fingers.
Soon Rebecca was coming, and her wet pussy was flooded, her juices running down her inner legs to mix with the water at her feet. She groaned and moaned as her pussy contracted around his cock, and he pulled a hand back and brought it down roughly on her ass, spanking her with a wet slap.
She was feeling lightheaded bent down the way she was, so Rebecca was glad when Hull slid out of her and began to position her differently. She let the man guide her to how he wanted her, and she ended up kneeling in front of him, the hot water slapping against the back of her head as she parted her lips for his massive cock and took him into her mouth.
She went to move her head forward, but he put his strong hands on either side of her head, holding her still. Instead, Hull moved his hips, the same way he had when he was fucking her pussy, only now he was fucking her mouth, roughly, without concern for her. Hull was using her, and Rebecca wanted him to. It was different than when Jason had used her for sex. There was something that had been missing then, a tone of desire. She knew Hull loved her, and even though the sex was rough, it made it better.
Hull didn’t last long, fucking her hot, wet mouth. He pulled from between her lips suddenly, and without needing to be told, Rebecca reached up, wrapped her thin fingers around his massive member, and gave him a few pumps as he came, throwing hot sticky strands of cum across her face. One landed beside her nose, running into the corner of her eye; two more went directly across her lips.
“At least it’ll be easy to clean up,” Hull cracked, and they laughed together under the hot water.
5
After the shower, they made love, slow and sensual and long into the night. The next day they didn’t get out of bed until after noon, fucking one more time in the morning, leaving Rebecca’s pussy full of Hull’s hot spunk.
As the day wore on, they got up and showered, separately this time so they could actually get clean. They ate and laughed and watched TV together. Night fell, and Rebecca turned to the man she had once loved, and now loved again.
“Don’t go tonight. I can leave the club. We can forget about it.”
“My father made that club what it is,” Hull said. “It’s my club.”
“Jason is big…”
“I’m big too. You don’t think I can take him?”