Pole Position: Between Logic and Passion

Item 51

But to my surprise, he pulled back, a mischievous smile on his lips.

“I want to taste you first,” he whispered, and before I could protest, he was kneeling in front of me.

The shower floor was cool beneath my feet, but the heat of his breath against my skin made me forget that. He kissed the inside of my thigh, slowly moving up, and I felt a shiver of anticipation.

"Charles, what are you..."  my voice trailed off as his mouth found the center of my desire.

He sucked me with a hunger that made me moan, his tongue moving with a skill that left me breathless. I held on to the shower wall, my fingers digging into the tile as he explored every inch of me.

His fingers joined in the fun, penetrating me with a precision that made me arch my back and moan his name.

“Charles... please... "  I begged, but he didn’t stop. He took me to the edge, pushing me over the edge until I could hold back no longer.

My orgasm exploded, a wave of pleasure that made me scream his name, my body trembling beneath his skilled hands.

When he finally stood up, I was weak, my body still throbbing with what he’d done to me.

But Charles wasn’t done.

He looked at me with eyes now dark with desire, and I knew he wanted more.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice thick and full of promise.

He pulled me against him, his erection hard and insistent. He turned me around, pressing me against the cold wall of the shower.

The water continued to pour down on us, but I barely felt it now.

He slammed into me with a force that made me scream, his cock filling me completely. He wasn’t gentle, not this time. He fucked me with brutal intensity, his hips moving against mine with a speed that made me dizzy.

The cold wall against my breasts was the only support I had, my fingers digging into the tile as he brought me to another peak.

“Charles… I…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

My orgasm hit him like a lightning bolt, my body writhing around him as he continued to thrust into me, his own pleasure evident in every thrust.

He came inside me, his cry muffled by the sound of the water, and I felt his warm liquid filling me.

But he didn’t stop.

Just when I thought I was finished, he lifted me up, his strong arms wrapping around me as he pulled me onto his lap.

I held on to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he slid inside me again, filling me again.

“You’re so mine,” he murmured, pressing me against the wall once more.

Water ran down our bodies, mixing with sweat, and I felt my body respond to him.

He moved me with a force that left me breathless, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me against the wall, the friction between us intense and delicious.

I didn’t know how long it lasted, but when my third orgasm hit, it was like the whole world had exploded.

My body shook, my muscles weakening as I gave myself completely to him. When he finally stopped, I was weak on my legs, my body sliding down his until he caught me, his arms keeping me upright.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft now, filled with concern. I looked up at him, my heart still pounding, and smiled.

“More than okay,” I said, but my voice was weak, and I knew I couldn’t stay upright much longer.

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By the time we stumble out of the bathroom, my legs are barely functioning.

I grip the edge of the dresser like my life depends on it, towel clutched tightly around me, pulse still trying to remember its normal rhythm. I can feel the heat of the shower still clinging to my skin—and also, very inconveniently, Charles' hand on the small of my back as if I’m not currently using every muscle in my body just to remain upright.

“That was... not what I had in mind when I said we should go grab some lunch” I manage to mumble, attempting to glare at him, but it comes out weak. Breathless. Borderline impressed.

Charles just grins, infuriatingly smug. “You’re welcome.”

I roll my eyes, dragging myself toward the bed before I collapse in the hallway. “You’re a menace"

“You didn’t say that five minutes ago.”

I don’t dignify that with a response.

Instead, I drop onto the mattress, legs spread out in front of me like they’ve run a marathon. Because, quite honestly, that might have been easier than whatever that just was. I tilt my head back, still catching my breath, still processing.

He sits beside me a second later, hair damp, a towel slung low on his hips, and looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"For the record, that was number fifty-one"

He looks at me, confused. “Fifty-one what?”

I let my eyes drift closed as I lean back onto my elbows, the smallest of smirks tugging at my lips. “On the list.”

He’s still looking at me like I’ve just told him I’m secretly fluent in five dead languages. “How long is this list?”

I lean back on my elbows, giving him the most innocent look I can muster. “You’ll have to find out the hard way.”