Laundry Day

The fluorescent light flickered softly overhead. One machine thudded rhythmically in the corner. The laundry room was warm and quiet--empty this late at night. Or so she thought. Autumn didn't hear him come in.

Her earbuds were in, music playing low as she bent at the waist over the open dryer. She moved lazily, folding warm towels fresh from the spin cycle, still damp at the edges. Her tank top--thin, ribbed, cream-colored--clung to her back, rising high enough to expose a smooth stretch of skin above her hips. The fabric was almost sheer in the right light.

And beneath it, nothing. But it was the lace boy shorts that did it. Black. High-cut. Delicate. Soft against her skin and absolutely obscene from behind. They barely covered her--riding up just enough to expose the lower curve of her ass, the shape of her thighs, the slightest hint of what was hidden between.

That's what Ryan saw when he stepped inside. That. And red. He froze. One foot inside the room, pulse already hammering. She hadn't seen him. Hadn't even flinched. And she looked like sin. Loose bun. Barefoot. Panties that didn't count. Bent over his laundry. His hoodie lay in a pile on the nearby bench--abandoned.

He didn't speak. Didn't warn her. He stalked. She didn't notice until his hand was already on her hip, firm and hot through the lace, yanking her back against something hard. Autumn yelped, one earbud falling out, head whipping over her shoulder.

"Ryan--"

His mouth was already at her ear. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I--I was just--" She tried to straighten but he pressed her back down against the dryer with one hand between her shoulder blades.

"You thought you could walk around the building in this?" His palm slid down, fingers spreading over her ass, dragging across the lace. "No one else is supposed to see this. No one else gets to see you like this but me."

"I didn't think anyone was awake--"

"You didn't think at all," he growled. "Because if you had, you'd know I wouldn't be able to let this slide."

He pressed into her, letting her feel the full length of his cock--hard, hot, heavy--through his sweats. She whimpered at the contact, hips pushing back instinctively.

"Filthy little thing," he whispered, fingers grazing between her thighs. "You're already wet."

"Ryan--"

"Uh-uh." He hooked two fingers into the waistband of the boy shorts and ripped. The lace tore clean away, the sound vicious and final.

She gasped. "You just--"

"I'll buy you ten more pairs," he hissed, tossing the shredded fabric aside. "You won't be wearing them for long."

His hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her slick, swollen, pulsing.

"You were dripping for me before I even touched you," he said low, voice like gravel against her ear. "You want me to take you like this, don't you? Face down, legs shaking, dryer humming under your stomach while I fuck you hard enough to make your knees give out?"

She whimpered, desperate now. "Yes--please--"

"That's my girl."

Ryan reached down, yanked his sweatpants low with one hand, fisting himself once, twice, just enough to line up. Then, with no warning, he shoved in deep. Autumn choked on a moan, legs shaking, hands gripping the edge of the machine.

"Fuck," he hissed. "So tight like this. Bent over. So fucking mine."

He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, hard enough to knock her forward. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, echoing off tile and concrete.

Her body took it--welcomed it--his hips pounding into her over and over, relentless and rough, his hands bruising her hips, her ribs, her throat as he wrapped one around her neck and pulled her up, back arching into him.

"You want to get caught?" he growled. "You want someone to walk in and see what I do to you? How I fuck you until you cry my name?"

She moaned, broken and breathless. "No--just you--just you, Ryan--please--"

His pace got meaner. Filthier. He grunted every time he bottomed out, his other hand snaking around her to rub slow, brutal circles against her clit.

"You're gonna come all over my cock," he said. "And then I'm gonna drop to my knees and lick it up. Because you're my mess. Mine."

She shattered.

Her orgasm hit like a slap--fast, violent, drawn out by his fingers and the heavy thrust of his cock as he fucked her through it. Her moans were half-sob, half-prayer, her legs trembling, face flushed and mouth open as he chased his own release.

"Fuck--fuck--I'm gonna--"

He pulled out just in time, one hand still wrapped around her throat as he stroked himself once, twice, then came all over the small of her back with a groan that vibrated through her spine.

Silence followed. Just heavy breathing. The thrum of the dryer still going beneath her. Ryan stood behind her, watching his come drip down her spine. Then, slowly, he dropped to his knees, hands gripping her thighs again. And just like he said--

He licked her clean. Soft at first. Gentle. Then with slow, wet kisses, tongue dragging down the curve of her back, then back up again. Worshipping her.

Autumn trembled, utterly boneless.

He pressed one last kiss just above her tailbone. "Next time, baby?"

She looked down, dazed.

"You leave our bed again in the middle of the night without telling me...?"

He stood, leaned in, kissed her temple.

"You're not walking the next morning."