15
NO RULES
Wyatt
Once the highstarted to come down, I helped her up and fixed her dress. I always prepared for the awkward silence that would ensue after a hook-up—the silent moment between two people when they realized that they did all they needed to do, and now what? But it never hit with her.
“There are bathrooms in the back for couples. We can get cleaned up and get changed.” She nodded, grabbing her bag that I knew held a change of clothes, and I led her back to the bathrooms.
Finding an unoccupied one, I opened the door and found the dark room button. “Originally, Julian said he’d done this for people who just didn’t want bright lights if they were somewhat tipsy and enjoying the atmosphere, but all I could think about since we started this was how cool these dark red lights would be for us.”
I glanced back to see her smile, the look soft across her face as she gazed around the room. It wasn’t a huge space. Big enough for a bench, a stand-up shower large enough for three, and two sinks.
The lights were dark enough to make out her silhouette, but nothing more.
“Can I help you clean up?” I whispered.
She nodded her head slowly as I pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the material fall from her body to the floor. She took a step backwards and leaned against the counter of the sink, lifting one foot at a time for me. My fingers grazed along her feet to pull her heels off, watching as her now bare feet fell to the tile floor.
I swallowed, my throat feeling almost as tight as my pants now did as I stared at what little I could see. Reaching past her, I turned the hot water on and stepped aside, letting her step into the dimly lit shower.
“Are you coming in?” she asked quietly.
“If I come in with you…” I trailed off, swallowing as my eyes raked over her curves. “Like that, I worry I’ll end up fucking you again against the bathroom wall before you’re ready for me again.”
I watched as her hands cascaded up her body and she slipped the mask off her face, tossing it to me.
“Well, I’ll be here if you change your mind,” she said with a shrug.
I glanced down at the forest green mask in my palm, my fingers rubbing along the inside of the material that had just pressed against her face. I set it down on the countertop and dragged my gaze back to her.
“Are you sure?” I found myself asking.
“Positive.”
I pulled my own mask off and set it beside hers. We stillcouldn’t see each other’s faces in this light, but it was just…it would be one less barrier in my way to feel her. Stripping the rest of the clothes from my body, I stepped into the shower until I was right up against the back of her.
“Hey there, Batman,” she whispered.
“Hey back, Poison Ivy,” I replied.
The stream of water was beating down against her chest as my palms hovered just above her shoulders, only to finally embrace her.
Why did this feel so…different. As if it meant so much more.
Because it was and it did.
“Tell me you feel it.” My voice was quiet as I leaned down into the crook of her neck, my cheek against the side of her throat as I kissed along the damp skin.
She swallowed but said nothing in return. Her hand came up, and she laid it gently against my jaw line, her fingertips grazing along my face.
I let my hands wander down the front of her, my cock already pressed against her back.
“I need you…now, please,” she pleaded as my hands squeezed her hips. “Rough, against the wall, nothing held back. I won’t break, please.”
I swallowed down the emotion trying to free itself in the barrier of my chest and spun her around to face me, never being so angry at a light source in my life. One single dark red light by the door wasn’t enough. Ineededto see her, but for now, I’d settle for feeling her in every way that had been taken from me before now. Every way she’d said no to, that I’d ignored and pushed off.
This wasn’t just fun for me anymore—this was everything.
