But before he pulled away, I grabbed his hand, forcing him back. “You don’t need it,” I said, surprising myself. “I… I want to know what it feels like without one.”
His lips were against my ear again, his voice nearly a growl. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Just fuck me.”
Nerion’s teeth nipped at my ear. “God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, his hand reaching between us to position himself.
I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, slick with his saliva but still tight. He pushed forward slowly, the pressure building until my body finally yielded to him. The initial stretch burned, a sweet pain that made me gasp and press my forehead against the cool tile.
“Breathe,” Nerion whispered, his lips brushing my ear as he eased in another inch. “Take my cock like a good boy.”
Water continued to cascade over us as he worked himself deeper, one hand gripping my hip while the other stroked my cock, distracting me from the discomfort. When he was fullyseated inside me, he paused, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion.
“You feel really fucking good,” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this without a condom.”
I shifted my hips experimentally, drawing a hiss from Nerion. The burning sensation had faded, replaced by a fullness that bordered on pleasure. “Move,” I urged, pushing back against him.
He needed no further encouragement. Nerion withdrew almost completely before sliding back in, establishing a slow rhythm that had me moaning. Each thrust brushed against that sweet spot inside me that sent sparks of pleasure up my spine, making my toes curl against the wet tile floor.
“Fuck, you take my cock so well,” Nerion praised, his pace quickening. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the steamy shower room, mixing with our heavy breathing and occasional moans.
I braced myself more firmly against the wall as Nerion’s thrusts grew more forceful. The water streaming down our bodies created a slick friction that heightened every sensation. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise, marking me as he claimed my body with increasing urgency.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Cum for me.”
I reached between my legs, wrapping my fingers around my aching cock. The dual stimulation of my hand and Nerion’s relentless thrusts quickly pushed me toward the edge again. My muscles tensed, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it,” Nerion encouraged, his rhythm faltering slightly. “I want to feel you cum around my cock.”
His words sent me over the edge. My second orgasm ripped through me, more intense than the first. I cried out,not caring who might hear as pleasure overwhelmed me. My release painted the tile wall in front of me as my body clenched rhythmically around Nerion’s length.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, his hips slamming into me once, twice more before he buried himself to the hilt. I felt the pulse of his cock inside me as he came, filling me with his heat. His forehead dropped to rest between my shoulder blades, his breath hot against my wet skin as he shuddered through his climax.
For several moments, we remained connected, both of us panting under the spray of the shower. Nerion’s arms wrapped around my waist, holding me against him as we recovered. When he finally slipped out of me, I felt a trickle of his cum running down my inner thigh. The sight of it should have been embarrassing, but instead, I found it wonderfully erotic.
Nerion turned me around gently, his eyes searching mine before he leaned in for a tender kiss. It was different from our earlier frantic passion. This was slower, deeper, and almost reverent.
“Feel good?” he asked when we parted, brushing wet hair from my forehead.
I nodded, suddenly shy despite what we’d just done. “Better than good.”
A smile curved his lips as he reached for the soap dispenser mounted on the wall. “Let me clean you up,” he offered, working the liquid into a lather between his palms.
His hands moved over my body with careful attention, washing away the evidence of our encounter. I returned the favor, marveling at the contrast between this gentle aftercare and the raw intensity of our fucking minutes before. Under the warm water, we explored each other with soap-slick hands, learning curves and angles in a different context.
When we were both clean, Nerion shut off the water. The sudden silence was broken only by the dripping of water fromour bodies onto the tile floor. He pressed a final kiss to my lips before stepping back.
“We should probably get dried off before one of the custodial staff finds us,” he said, though his reluctance was evident in his voice.
I followed him to the towel rack, accepting the fluffy white towel he handed me. As I dried myself, I couldn’t help stealing glances at him. His fair skin was now flushed from the hot water, his red hair darkened to auburn as it began to dry.
“What?” he asked, catching me staring.
“Nothing,” I said, wrapping the towel around my waist. “Just... thank you. For showing me. Your true self, I mean. For trusting me with that.”
Something flickered in his eyes. Maybe it was vulnerability, perhaps, or caution. “Just remember what I said. About us being just friends.”
“With benefits,” I added with a small smile, trying to keep things light despite the strange ache in my chest.