I returned to my room after the gym, completely drenched, still feeling sweat on the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades. I could only think of one thing: a quick shower. I dropped my bag and headed straight for the bathroom, not even considering whether anyone was there.
I opened the door... and froze.
Troy was lying in the bathtub. Naked. With his arms spread out to the sides, his head resting on the edge, his eyes half-closed, as if he were at some damn spa. The foam barely covered what was most important. For a second, I stood there without saying a word, my hand still on the doorknob.
“I'm sorry,” I said, stepping back. “I didn't know you were in there.”
“It's cool,” he replied calmly, not moving. “What did you want?”
“Nothing, just freshen up after the gym. I'm all sweaty. But I'll wait.”
I was about to leave when he said something that totally surprised me:
“Come on in. Seriously. A bath for two is no big deal to me.”
I looked at him like he was crazy. He still didn't move, just raised his eyelids slightly, looking me in the eyes. As if he had just thrown down a challenge. As if he wanted to see if I dared.
I couldn't refuse. Not only because I actually felt like I was in a sauna, but... a bath with Troy? Naked? In the same tub?
I took a breath and nodded.
“Okay. But tell me if it gets crowded.”
He smiled slightly. And then I felt like I was crossing another boundary.
I closed the door behind me and slowly began to undress. My T-shirt was sticking to my body, damp with sweat, and my shorts barely came off my thighs. I took everything off and stood there naked. I could feel his gaze. He was watching. He didn't even try to hide it.
I took a step toward the bathtub, and just then he started pushing the foam in front of him, as if trying to hide something. Or, on the contrary, to draw attention to something.
I wanted to sit opposite him, to keep things neutral, but Troy immediately said:
“Sit between my legs. Otherwise, we won't fit.”
I looked at him closely. His body submerged up to his stomach, his chest floating on the water, his arm muscles tense. And that look. Without a hint of shame.
I walked over and slowly got into the tub. As soon as I submerged myself and sat down... I felt it.
His cock. Hard. Tense.
I touched it with my ass and jumped.
“What the...?” I said, surprised.
“Don't pretend you're not turned on,” he replied calmly. “If it bothers you, just move around it and sit down.”
I fell silent. My body was hot, but not from the temperature of the water. I slid lower, gently moving against him. Our skin touched. My breathing was heavier.
I don't know if I was more turned on by the touch... or the fact that he wasn't pretending anymore.
I was sitting in front of him, and he had me literally within arm's reach. The water was warm, my body was throbbing, and his cock... I could feel it every second. Even when I tried to move, there was no way to avoid contact.
At one point, his fingers touched my back. Gently, as if they meant nothing. But then he moved them lower, to my loins, then even lower.
I didn't say anything. I didn't want to interrupt.
When his hand slid down to my hip and then between my legs, my breath caught in my throat. I felt him grab my cock. Calmly, confidently. And he starts playing with it. He ran his thumb over the tip, holding me by the thigh with his other hand, as if he didn't want me to accidentally move away.
I was tense all over. And yet relaxed inside. I let him. And it turned me on more than anything ever had before.
“Lift your ass up for a moment,” he said quietly, whispering right behind my ear.
I looked over my shoulder. His gaze was focused. I knew that tone; he wasn't asking, he was informing.
I lifted myself slightly, resting my hands on the edge of the tub.
And then I felt his cock slide slowly into me. Without warning. Without asking.
I trembled. But not out of fear. Just because he did it so damn well.
“Do you like it?” he asked, already halfway in.
"Because I do."
I didn't answer. I just... sat down on him even deeper.
I sat on him. On his cock. I didn't move. I just felt. How he filled me. How his hard cock pulsed inside me.
He was breathing heavily behind me. I could feel his stomach tighten with every breath. My whole body was tense, and yet... I didn't want to move.
Then he whispered:
“Kneel down for a moment. Let me go all the way in.”
I did it. I got up and knelt in front of him.
I felt him all over me. After a moment, his hands wrapped around my hips and he started to move.
"His cock was slick,wet from the water and dripping precum. It was enough."
He was fucking me. In that bathtub. With foam on the water, with wet skin, with his hard cock deep inside me.
I moaned. Loudly. I wasn't going to pretend it didn't affect me. Because it did. With every second, more and more.
His movements were getting faster. The water was sloshing, his thrusts were firm, rhythmic, as if he had been doing this for a long time.
At one point, he pulled out. He grabbed my arm harder, pulled me closer and...
I felt something hot running down my back.
His cum spilled over my skin.
I froze. He just sighed and got out of the tub. Naked, calm, with a slight smile.
“That was great,” he said, drying himself with a towel and leaving.
I stayed in the shower. Water ran down my back.
And I knew one thing.
He wants me. And he's not going to stop.
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