Chapter 3: The Broken SHower
“Movie night!” Ashna called from his doorway, announcing her arrival from work.
Victor groaned theatrically. “That means an evening of you screaming in my ear and using me as furniture.”
She laughed. “Occupational hazard. How else are you planning to stay in shape?” She paused just long enough to look back at him. “Popcorn had better be ready. I need a quick shower.”
Then she was gone, disappearing into her apartment before he could respond. A moment later, he heard her door close, the lock turning.
Victor shook his head, smiling as he headed for the kitchen. She’d said it like it was nothing. Like it was already decided.
“Change of plans,” he heard from behind him just as he was pulling the popcorn from the cabinet. “My shower’s broken. Guess whose shower gets to be graced by my presence today?”
He turned to find her already wrapped in a towel, a small bag of toiletries in her hand, heading through his bedroom toward the bathroom.
He shook his head. Of course she wouldn’t ask.
Victor tossed the popcorn into the microwave and grabbed two beers from the fridge. By the time he reached the couch, the shower was already running, a steady rush of water through the thin wall.
He set the bowl and the cans on the coffee table.
Then, from the bathroom, came a sound that made him stop short.
A sharp, breathless gasp.
Victor was already moving.
He crossed the room in two strides, heart spiking, hand on the bathroom door before he’d fully registered why. “Ash?” he called, pushing it open without waiting for an answer.
Steam rushed out to meet him.
She stood under the spray, water slicking down her skin, one hand braced against the tile. She turned at the sound of him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Water beat against tile. Steam curled between them.
“Oh,” she said softly, almost pleased. “Good. You heard that.”
The pause stretched—just long enough for the meaning to settle.
“You going to keep hovering like a paramedic…” she added, raising an eyebrow, “…or are you coming in?”
He didn’t answer.
He stripped without hurry, eyes never leaving hers, and stepped under the spray.
She slid her palm up his chest and left it there, lifting her face into the water and closing her eyes, her lips parted just enough.
He pulled her into him, his mouth finding hers.
She pressed her body against his, opening her mouth for his tongue as she reached around him, digging her nails into his back.
The water poured over them, warm and slick, and she could feel every inch of him—hard between her legs, his hands gripping her waist as he kissed her, deep and hungry. There was no hesitation in him, no awkwardness, just the quiet certainty of a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.
His tongue found hers , slow and deliberate, like he was tasting her, savoring the moment. Ashna arched into him, her body responding instinctively. His hands slid down to her ass, gripping her firmly as he lifted her slightly.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers tangling in his damp hair as she kissed him back hungrily. His erection pressed against her, hard and insistent, and she ground against him, a soft moan escaping her lips.
His hands caressed her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. She arched into his touch, her head falling back as she let out a breathy sigh.
His lips and tongue explored her neck , tracing a wet path down to her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin just hard enough to make her gasp. She arched her back, holding on to him with her legs as he went lower and his mouth wrapped around a nipple , sucking hard. She moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. He moved to the other breast, his tongue flicking over the nipple before biting down gently, making her whimper.
"Bed...now." she groaned.
He didn’t answer with words. His mouth still wrapped around a nipple, he turned and carried her out of the shower.
Water dripped from their bodies, leaving a trail on the bathroom floor and into the bedroom. He lowered her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.
Lifting her legs, he buried his face into her pussy. Ashna groaned in pleasure as his tongue slid up and down her opening, teasing her, driving her wild.
She arched her back, her fingers gripping the sheets as he devoured her, his mouth hot and wet against her flesh. His tongue flicked over her clit, slow and deliberate, and she whimpered, her hips bucking against his face. He held her down, his hands gripping her thighs firmly as he licked and sucked, his tongue sliding deep inside her, fucking her with it.
"God yesss....right there...don't stop." She could feel the heat building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she tried to hold on, to make it last. But it was too much—too intense, too overwhelming.
"Fuck, Victor... I'm gonna—" Her words dissolved into a broken moan as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering violently. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, her thighs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. She could feel her juices gushing out, coating his lips and chin as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last shuddering pulse of her climax.
Victor didn’t stop. He kept licking her through her climax, his tongue swirling around her clit, drawing out every last shuddering pulse of pleasure. Ashna’s thighs trembled around his head, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
"Oh fuck, " she gasped, her voice raw, her body still twitching beneath him. "That was—"
"Just the beginning," he growled, his hardness already rubbing against her opening.
He didn't wait for her to catch her breath. His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her slightly as he pressed the thick head of his cock against her slick, swollen entrance.
Ashna gasped, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but hungry for more. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in, her fingers curling into the sheets.
He pushed forward, his thick cock stretching her open, inch by inch, filling her completely. Ashna moaned, her back arching off the bed as she took him, her pussy clenching around his shaft.
He was thick, so thick, stretching her in a way that made her gasp. She could feel every ridge, every vein, as he buried himself to the hilt, his hips pressing flush against hers.
Ashna wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails raking down his back as he started moving in and out of her. He bent kissing her hungrily as he picked up the tempo , his cock slamming into her with each thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust.
Ashna moaned, her hips rising to meet his every thrust, her pussy clenching around him. "Harder," she gasped.
He obliged, his hips snapping forward with brutal force, his cock driving into her with deep, punishing strokes.
His mouth and tongue were everywhere—her lips, her neck, her breasts—licking, biting, sucking, leaving marks that would linger long after the night was over.
Ashna arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she took every inch of him, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice. She could feel his thickness stretching her, filling her completely, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Fuck yes, just like that," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate. "Don’t fucking stop, Victor."
He growled in response, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he slammed into her, barreling towards his release.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," she kept mumbling as she felt another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him.
Victor could feel her tightening around him, her walls fluttering as she neared the edge. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a bruising kiss as he continued to pound into her, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside her with every thrust. She whimpered in his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as she arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest.
"Fuck, yesssssss.....nowww!!!!" she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her thighs trembling as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He let go of a primal screaming, slamming all the way into her depths as his cock erupted. His release tore through him like a fucking freight train, his cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up.
After what felt like an eternity, he collapsed on top of her, his cock still twitching inside her, his cum dripping out of her and onto the sheets. His heart pounded against her chest, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"FUCK!" they said at the same time , their voices raw and breathless, their bodies still trembling from the force of their shared release.
They kissed in the afterglow of spent passion as Ashna’s fingers traced lazy circles on his back, her nails grazing his skin.
"That was ... fucking incredible," she murmured against his lips, her voice husky and raw.
Victor chuckled, his breath warm against her neck. "You're incredible," he replied, his hands still gripping her waist possessively, as if he couldn't bear to let go.
She grinned, biting her lower lip as she looked up at him. "Oh, I know." She said giggling.