Chapter 15: The Shower and the Aftermath
The steam from the shower didn’t so much fill the bathroom as conquer it, swallowing the mirror and beading on the cold tiles. Catriona turned the old brass taps, the pipes groaning in the walls until a torrent of hot water roared from the showerhead. It was a cramped space, barely fit for two, never mind four.She liked that. The forced intimacy, the slick press of skin on skin.“In,” she commanded, stepping under the spray. The water plastered her red hair to her skull instantly.Aidan followed, the heat turning his skin a flushed pink. Freya came next, her blonde hair turning dark and sleek as a seal’s pelt. Megan entered last, her expression unreadable as she closed the fogged-glass door behind them.
They were a tangle of limbs under the waterfall. Catriona let the water run over her face for a moment, then pushed her hair back. “Freya,” she said, her voice cutting through the drumming water.“On your knees. Finish what you started in the kitchen.”
Freya sank down without a word, the water sluicing over her shoulders. The porcelain tub was hard and unyielding beneath her knees. She looked up at Aidan, her blue eyes wide and trusting, and opened her mouth.
Aidan’s cock, still thick and heavy from his earlier arousal, hardened fully under her gaze. He placed a hand on the tiled wall to steady himself as Freya leaned forward.Her tongue darted out first, a shy pink point tasting the water and him. Then she took him in, her lips stretching around his girth in a slow, practiced glide.
“Fuck, yes,” Aidan murmured, his head tilting back. The heat of her mouth was a shock after the shower’s spray, tight and velvety.
Catriona watched, then turned her back to them.“Megan,” she said.“Soap me up. Everywhere.”
Megan’s hands were confident. She took the bar of lavender soap and worked up a lather in her palms. She started on Catriona’s shoulders, kneading the muscles, then moved down her back. Her thumbs traced the dimples at the base of Catriona’s spine. She soaped the magnificent swell of Catriona’s arse, her fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh, circling each cheek before sliding into the cleft. Catriona gasped, arching into the touch.
“You like that?” Megan asked, her voice a low murmur near Catriona’s ear.
“Don’t talk,” Catriona breathed, but she didn’t stop her. “Just do.”
Megan’s slick hands moved around to Catriona’s front, cupping her full breasts, rolling her nipples between soapy fingers until they were hard, pebbled points. Catriona moaned, her eyes closing for a second. Behind her, she could hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of Aidan fucking into Freya’s mouth, the occasional choked gasp.
Catriona turned around, water cascading between them. She looked at Megan’s face, at the defiance and hunger warring there.She cupped Megan’s jaw, pulled her close, and kissed her. It was a deep, claiming kiss, all tongue and teeth, a battle for dominance fought in silence. Megan kissed back fiercely, her hands finding Catriona’s waist, pulling their slick bodies together.
Breaking the kiss, Catriona panted, “Now her. Get her ready for him.”
Megan nodded, her dark eyes glittering.She dropped to her knees beside Freya. Aidan was thrusting steadily into Freya’s mouth, his hips pistoning, his breath coming in ragged bursts.Megan’s hand slid between Freya’s thighs from behind. Freya jerked, a muffled sound escaping her around Aidan’s cock as Megan’s fingers found her clit, then pushed inside her cunt.
“She’s dripping,” Megan said, looking up at Catriona, her fingers working in and out of Freya. “So fucking tight, just like you said.”
The sight undid him. Aidan watched Megan finger Freya while Freya sucked him, and the coil in his gut pulled taut. “Cat… I’m gonna—”
“Not in her mouth,” Catriona ordered, her voice sharp over the water. “On her.Mark her.”
Aidan pulled his cock from Freya’s lips with a slick pop. He fisted himself, his strokes quick and rough. Freya looked up, her mouth red and bruised, her eyes glazed, waiting.With a guttural groan, Aidan came. Thick, pearly streaks of cum jetted across Freya’s face, painting her cheek, her chin, her forehead.It mixed with the shower water and dripped down her throat.
“Good,” Catriona whispered, her own hand drifting between her legs, touching herself as she watched. “Now Megan.Clean him off.All of it.”
Megan didn’t hesitate. She leaned over Freya, her tongue licking a bold stripe up Aidan’s shaft, collecting his spend. Then she turned to Freya’s face, kissing her, lapping the cum from her skin, sharing it in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that made Aidan throb all over again.Catriona turned off the water. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by their dripping bodies and heavy breathing. She pulled back the shower curtain, the cold bathroom air raising goosebumps on their skin.They dried off with thin, worn towels. The earlier fervor had settled into a sated, heavy-limbed exhaustion. Catriona wrapped a towel around herself and looked at the two younger women. “Get dressed,” she said, her tone firm but not unkind. “Time for you to go.”
Freya looked almost mournful, but she obeyed, pulling her clothes on over her damp skin. Megan dressed slowly, watching Catriona the whole time.At the front door, Catriona stopped them. She pulled Freya into a deep, lingering kiss, her hand cupping the back of her neck. “You did well,” she murmured against her lips.Then she turned to Megan. The kiss she gave Megan was different—a challenge, a promise of a fight not yet finished. Megan’s fingers dug into Catriona’s hips before she pulled away.
“I’ll be in touch,” Catriona said, closing the door softly behind them.She turned. Aidan was standing in the hallway, just in his jeans, water still beading on his chest. The house was quiet again, just the old pipes settling. The kitchen light was still on, casting a dim yellow rectangle onto the hall floor.“So,” he said, his Yorkshire accent softened by fatigue.“So,” she echoed. She walked up to him, placed her hands on his chest. She could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart.“You okay?”
He nodded. “More than.” He brushed a wet strand of hair from her cheek.“And you? That was… intense.”
“It was necessary,” she said, but she leaned into his touch. The confidence she wielded like a weapon felt tempered now, allowed to soften at the edges.Just for him. “Your fantasy,” she began, her voice dropping.“The one you’ve never had…”
Aidan’s breath caught. He knew exactly what she meant.
“We’re not doing that tonight,” she said, her green eyes holding his. “It’s not a shower quickie sort of thing.” She took his hand, led him toward her bedroom.“But soon.I want it.I want you there. More than anything.”
He followed her, the weight of the unfulfilled fantasy hanging between them, not as a burden, but as a vow. The door to her room closed, leaving the chaotic, sex-scented silence of the apartment behind them. Outside, the city hummed on, oblivious to the pact forged in steam and surrender within the peeling walls.