Chapter 17: Shower Confrontation
The tile was cold against Ace’s shoulder blades, a stark contrast to the scalding water sluicing over them both. Steam thickened the air, blurring the edges of the cramped bathroom, making every breath feel heavy and wet. CC’s blonde hair, darkened and slicked back by the water, clung to her skull as she knelt on the hard floor, her green eyes wide and fixed upwards, locked onto Ace’s face.
Ace gasped, her head thudding back against the tile as CC’s hot mouth enveloped her cock again. The sensation was blinding – wet, sucking heat, the insistent pressure of CC’s tongue swirling around the head before plunging down. Ace’s fingers instinctively tightened in CC’s hair, not pulling, just anchoring herself against the dizzying pleasure.
"Fuck, CC," Ace groaned, her voice rough, echoing slightly in the tiled space. Water streamed down her face, plastering her short dark hair to her forehead. Her muscles, taut from soccer practice yesterday, trembled with the effort of staying upright against the onslaught.
CC gagged, pulling back momentarily, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to Ace’s glistening length. She coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving. Her breasts, slick and heavy, swayed with the movement. "Shit," she rasped, her voice strained. "It’s… fucking huge." She looked up, her eyes glazed with a mix of challenge and desperate need. "Don’t stop me."
Before Ace could respond, CC dove back down, taking her deeper this time. Ace felt the head bump against the back of CC’s throat, felt the tight constriction, the involuntary gag reflex vibrating through her cock. It was raw, messy, almost brutal in its intensity. CC’s fingers, slick from the water and her own frantic rubbing, found her swollen clit again, pressing hard circles against it as she worked her mouth furiously.
"Jesus Christ," Ace hissed, her hips bucking forward instinctively. Her fingers tightened further in CC’s hair, guiding her rhythm now, pushing her down onto her cock with shallow, insistent thrusts. "Take it, baby. Take it all." The filthy words spilled out, fueled by the steam, the wet heat, the sight of CC choking herself on her cock. "Suck me dry."
CC moaned around the thick intrusion, the sound muffled, vibrating against Ace’s flesh. Her fingers moved faster on her clit, her own hips grinding against nothing, seeking friction against the wet tile floor. Her eyes watered, tears mingling with the shower spray. She pulled back just enough to gasp, "Harder, Ace. Fuck my throat." Her voice was wrecked, thick with lust and the strain of taking her.
Ace growled, low in her chest. The command, the sheer fucking audacity of CC demanding it, sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to her core. She shifted her stance, planting her feet wider on the slippery floor. With a firm grip on CC’s head, she thrust forward, deeper, harder, burying herself to the hilt in that wet, clenching heat. CC’s throat convulsed wildly around her, a desperate gagging sound tearing from her lips. Ace held her there for a long, agonizing moment, feeling every spasm, every desperate flutter against her sensitive skin.
"God, yes!" CC choked out when Ace finally eased back, allowing her to breathe. Her lips were swollen, red, glistening. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Fuck, fuck… do it again." Her hand was a blur between her legs now, fingers plunging inside herself now, fucking herself in time with Ace’s shallow retreats.
Ace didn’t hesitate. She drove back in, a powerful, piston-like thrust that slammed CC’s nose against her lower abdomen. CC’s gag was louder this time, her body jerking, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingers worked frantically inside her own pussy, her moans turning into high-pitched whimpers muffled against Ace’s skin. Ace could feel the tremors starting in CC’s thighs, could see the frantic desperation in her eyes.
"Gonna come?" Ace rasped, watching her, mesmerized by the raw display of need. She pulled CC’s head back slightly, letting her cock slide almost entirely out, glistening and hard, before plunging back down to the root. "You gonna come sucking my cock?"
CC nodded frantically, her eyes squeezing shut as another powerful gag shook her. Her fingers jammed deeper, curling inside herself. A guttural cry tore from her throat, vibrating around Ace’s cock. Her body locked, rigid for a split second, then convulsed violently. Her thighs clamped together around her own hand, her hips bucking wildly against the floor. Her moan was a long, ragged sob of pure release, echoing off the tiles as her orgasm ripped through her, her throat muscles clenching rhythmically around Ace’s cock in aftershocks.
The intense, rhythmic pulsing against her sensitive flesh was Ace’s undoing. The visual – CC lost in ecstasy, choking on her cock – combined with the overwhelming physical sensation pushed Ace over the edge. A harsh groan ripped from her throat. "Fuck! CC!" Her hips snapped forward one final time, burying herself deep as her own climax exploded. Hot pulses of cum shot down CC’s throat, thick and urgent. Ace held her there, grinding against her face as she emptied herself, each pulse wracking her tall frame, her muscles trembling violently.
CC swallowed convulsively, instinctively, her body still shuddering with the remnants of her own orgasm. She didn’t pull away, taking it, her fingers finally stilling between her legs. The only sounds were the relentless drumming of the shower, their ragged breathing, and the wet, sucking sounds as CC worked to take every last drop.
Slowly, the tremors subsided. Ace’s grip on CC’s hair loosened, her hand sliding down to cup CC’s cheek gently. She pulled herself free with a soft, wet pop. CC slumped back onto her heels, coughing weakly, wiping her mouth and chin. Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed, her lips bruised-looking. She looked utterly wrecked, kneeling naked and dripping on the wet tile floor.
Ace leaned back against the wall, spent, the hot water washing over her. She looked down at CC, a complex mix of awe, possessiveness, and a flicker of something tender warring with the raw carnality of the moment. CC looked up at her, her green eyes searching Ace’s face, her expression unreadable beneath the exhaustion and lingering shock. The steam curled around them, thick and silent, the intimacy suddenly sharp and fragile after the brutal intensity. The water beat down, a relentless counterpoint to the sudden quiet between them.