Chapter 15: The Silent Ride
The silence after Lily’s question stretched, thin and brittle. Josh could feel Ellie’s gaze on him, a tangible weight.Lily didn’t wait for an answer. She threw the covers back, the morning air cool on their heated skin, and swung her bare legs over the side of the bed.
“A shower,” she declared, standing up with a grace that seemed calculated. She stretched, arms high, her back arching, the small of her back dipping above the gentle swell of her ass. She looked over her shoulder at them, a knowing glint in her eye. “Don’t start the coffee without me.”
She padded across the room, the sound of her footsteps soft on the wood floor.The bathroom door clicked shut. A beat of silence, then the metallic squeak of the tap, followed by the sudden, percussive rush of the shower.Josh let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The room felt different with just the two of them.Emptier, yet far more dense. He turned his head on the pillow.Ellie was watching him, her brown eyes wide, pupils blown. The sheet was pooled around her waist, her small, perfect breasts rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.
He opened his mouth to say something—something stupid, like “Are you okay?”—but no sound came out.Ellie moved. It wasn’t the hesitant, blushing gesture he was used to.It was decisive. In one fluid motion, she swung her long leg over his hips, straddling him.Her knees settled on the mattress on either side of his thighs. The heat of her, even before they touched, was immense.
She reached between her own legs, her fingers finding his cock.It was already hard again, throbbing with a reckless, post-climax urgency. She guided him, not looking down, her eyes locked on his. The head of his cock nudged against her slick folds.She was soaked, the evidence of her own desire warm and unmistakable.
Then she sank down.It was slow, agonizingly so. An inch, then a pause.Her inner muscles fluttered around him, a rippling, velvety embrace.Another inch. Her lips parted, a silent gasp escaping her. Her head tipped back, exposing the long line of her throat.Josh’s hands flew to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Ellie,” he rasped.
She took the last of him, seating herself fully, until their bodies were flush.A full, deep ache. She sat still for a moment, impaled, her eyes clenched shut as she adjusted to the sheer size of him. When she opened them, they were dark with a need that erased all trace of shyness.
Her hand came up and clamped over her own mouth.The message was clear.They couldn’t be heard.She began to move. Not a frantic bounce, but a deep, rolling grind of her hips. She circled against him, the friction a raw, gorgeous torture on his shaft.Each downward stroke pushed the breath from his lungs. He could feel every contour of her inside, the hot, clenching grasp of her virgin-tight pussy milking him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his own hips lifting to meet her slow rhythm.
She rode him with a focused, desperate intensity, her breasts bouncing with each gentle rise and fall. The only sounds were the shuddering bedsprings, their hitched breathing, and the steady, masking drum of the shower.Sweat gleamed on her collarbone. Her free hand braced itself on his chest, her nails digging half-moons into his skin.
He guided her with his hands on her hips, setting a deeper, more urgent pace. She took it, her movements becoming less circular, more direct—a savage, downward plunge. Each time she took him fully, a choked whimper escaped from behind her palm.
He could feel the coil tightening in his gut again, a different, more profound pressure. Her walls were beginning to spasm, rhythmic pulses fluttering around his cock.“You close?” he grunted, his voice strained.
She nodded frantically, her hair sticking to her damp forehead.Her movements became erratic, losing their rhythm as sensation overwhelmed her.
Josh took over.He gripped her hips hard and thrust up into her, fucking her from below. The sound of their bodies slapping together merged with the shower’s white noise. Her eyes flew open, wide with shocked pleasure, then squeezed shut again as a violent tremor wracked her frame.
She came with a silent, searing cry, her body locking rigid above him. Her pussy clenched around him in fierce, relentless waves, a hot, pulsating grip that pushed him over the edge instantly.
He thrust up one last, deep time, burying himself to the hilt as his own climax tore through him. He came inside her with a guttural groan, his release pumping into her in hot, endless spurts. He could feel it filling her, the intimate violation a dizzying peak of possession.
She collapsed forward, her hand falling from her mouth, her forehead dropping onto his chest.Their bodies were slick with sweat, shuddering in the aftermath. The shower still ran.For long minutes, the only sounds were their ragged, slowing breaths and the distant water. His softening cock was still nestled inside her, a wet, intimate connection. Her fingers traced absent patterns on his sternum.The guilt came then, swift and cold, leaching the warmth from his limbs. He’d just fucked her raw, come inside her, while his other employee showered twenty feet away.The spreadsheet on his laptop screen glowed accusingly from the desk.
Ellie finally pushed herself up, wincing slightly as she lifted off him. The sight of his spend leaking from her, onto his stomach and the sheets, was obscenely beautiful. She didn’t try to hide it.She just looked at him, her expression unreadable, stripped bare.
The shower stopped.
They both froze, listening to the drip of the faucet, the squeak of the shower curtain rings.A towel being pulled from the rail.
Ellie’s eyes darted toward the bathroom door, then back to Josh.A faint, panicked blush crept back up her neck. The reality of the situation, the consequences waiting just on the other side of that door, settled over them like a shroud.
Josh heard the bathroom door handle turn.