While I Whisper: The Sauna Ch. 02

Still listening? You want more? Put your hand on your cock. Keep it there. See how long you can last.

The shower hissed on. The water was pounding, but not as hard as my heart.

You stepped in behind me.

I wanted more.

I turned, slow. Looked at you, really looked. Your face was open. Soft. No shame. Just want. I dropped to my knees on the tiles. I didn't think, I just opened my mouth and took you in. Felt you hit the back of my throat. Felt you groan.

I wanted you deep. I wanted to claim you. To let you know - this is still mine.

Your hands threaded into my hair, gentle at first, then firmer. I sucked harder. Sloppier. The water splashing down my back, your hips starting to move, your breath catching. You were muttering my name. I wanted you to say it louder.

You pulled me up before you could come. Turned me around, pressed me against the wall. Lifted my leg. And then -

You were inside me.

Hard. Deep. The stretch and the fullness made me cry out. My hands slapped against the tile, my ass pushed back to take more of you. You fucked me like you meant it. Like you were replaying every second of what we'd just done in the sauna. I took it all. Gave it all. I didn't hold anything back.

That's when I saw him.

The other man. Standing in the doorway. Towel low, eyes locked on me. I don't know if you saw him first or I did, but neither of us stopped. I looked over my shoulder at you and said, "I want more."

You nodded. Moaned. You knew how I wanted this to go.

He stepped in, eyes asking. "Yes," I said as you shifted me off the wall and to face him. I opened my mouth for him as you kept pounding into me.

His cock was thick, heavy, leaking already. I sucked him while you fucked me, both of you groaning, your rhythm picking up as my throat worked around his cock.

I was moaning around him. I couldn't stop. I was soaked from more than the water. When he pulled out, you slowed. I felt you hold my hips steady.

You looked at him. Said just two words. "Take her."

He moved behind me. You pulled out, guiding him in. His cock slid into my pussy and I gasped, full again, filled with new heat. You moved in front, and I opened for you, took you into my mouth, hungry and messy and eager.

He fucked me deep while I sucked you. The pressure building in my cunt and my throat, both at once. My eyes watered. My legs trembled. I was dripping, desperate.

You both felt so good. So right. Like I could come from being used just like this. Taken, loved, known.

And then you said my name. Said, "Come for us."

And I did. Shaking, sobbing, wild. My cunt clenched around him. My throat tightened around you and everything went white.

I swear I could feel you explode. Deep inside me my throat. On my tongue.

You were twitching on my tongue, breath ragged, cock glistening as I moaned.

Behind me, he was still fucking me deep, thick and relentless, his hands gripping my hips like he couldn't get close enough. My moans were raw now. You watched, eyes locked on the way his cock disappeared inside me again and again.

I glanced up at you. Saw it. That look.

Your cock, soft just seconds ago, started to stiffen in your hand. Watching me stretched open, stuffed full, my body taking him like it was made for this. You loved it. You stroked yourself slow, lazy at first.

"God," you muttered, voice low. "Watching you get fucked like that..." My mouth dropped open as he slammed deep. Your eyes never left mine.

"She's so tight," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm close."

I moaned for him, pushed back onto his cock. "Come in me," I whispered. "Do it. I want to feel it."

That was it. He slammed into me with one last thrust. His hips jerked as he came inside me, hot and thick, groaning as his cum spilled into my cunt.

I gasped, feeling my own pleasure, shaking, stretched around him.

He held there, panting, cock still twitching inside me. You stepped closer, your hand still wrapped around your shaft, hard again now. Glistening, aching.

I smiled, slow and wicked, because I knew exactly what you wanted.

I turned around, dropped to my knees again, this time with purpose. I looked up at you, wet hair stuck to my cheeks, eyes glassy, and opened my mouth like I was starving. You fed me your cock, thick and slick from my body, and I groaned like it was everything I needed.

You grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth like you meant it. Deep, steady. Your breath ragged, your voice cracking as you moaned my name. I took it, messy and raw, my throat stretching, drool spilling down my chin. My hand slid between my legs again, rubbing fast, needing one more release to match yours.

But you weren't going to come like that.

You pulled out, stood me up, grabbed my hips, and bent me forward, one knee on the shower bench, one foot still on the tile. Open. Dripping. Ready.

You slid into my ass in one smooth, perfect thrust.

I gasped, all pleasure. You filled me so deep I saw stars. Your hands dug into my hips as you fucked me hard now, fast, claiming me one more time. My fingers worked my clit as you used my body, the stretch of you making me sob.

"You're mine," you growled, voice low, shaking. "You take every inch of me, baby. Just like that."

And I did. I took all of it. Loved all of it. My cunt spasmed from my own touch, my ass clenching around your cock as you slammed into me. It was too much and exactly right.

When you came, you cried out--my name, over and over--and collapsed over me, your chest heaving, cock pulsing deep inside. We stayed there, trembling, water rinsing us clean, bodies filthy with pleasure.