Once in his bathroom he turns on the shower and then looks back at me. "You know, back when I was a little punk. I use to trick girls into taking showers with me so, that I could see them without makeup on."
I stare at him in a peculiar manner. "You didn't really have to tell me that, and I'd rather not hear about you having sex with other girls." I tell him.
"I said back when I was a little punk like, eighteen Lili."
I watch him strip his shirt over his head and then I grip the sides of his ribs, looking up at him I say "You're still a little punk." With a teasing smirk.
"Oh, really?" He tickles my sides and makes me thrust around in laughter.
"Maybe you were just trying to give me a compliment? because you've already seen me plenty of times without makeup."
"That's exactly what I was trying to do." He smiles before kissing me. "—And you're beautiful, always."
I watch him as he checks to see if the water is warm. He starts to take off his shorts and I could see that he's semi-hard. After checking him out for a moment, I follow suit and remove my clothing.
He enters the shower with his back turned to me as he lets the water rush over his head and down his body. I join in behind him and run my hands across the shape of his muscles from his board shoulders, and gently stroke along his back, rubbing away some of the tension. I move my hands down and over to find the destination at the front of his hips.
He lets out a sound of contentment and leans one of his hands against the shower wall. As I reach around him, I grab his erection with both hands and slowly start to stroke the length of him, when I get to his head I make a slight twisting movements with my hands.
"Oh, fuck." He breaths. "That's good."
My hands were supple and slippery, making it easy to glide over his erect cock. I take my time, making sure he felt every curve of my hands and fingers against him. I continue to stroke him beneath the water, not letting his expanding erection rest one bit.
He groans loudly. "Stop." His voice was strained from the pleasure.
"No." I reply, and keep stroking him, but picking up speed.
He lets me go for a couple more seconds and then grabs my hands. He quickly spins around. "I said stop." He says, pushing me against the cold shower wall and causing me to gasp.
He lifts me up around his waist in one swift movement, and without any pause thrusts himself inside of me. His mouth closes over mine with hunger, giving me zero chance to catch my breath. We make out passionately as he holds me up by my ass and continues to propel up inside of my silky, wet insides.
I moan fiercely beneath him and he also, starts to grunt loudly, enjoying the intense sexual satisfaction that we were both suspended in.
"You fuck me so good." I breath.
"Yeah, you like that?" He asks, shoving in his cock a bit harder.
"Yes." I start to pant, heavily.
He finally stops holding back and starts to fuck me really hard. Building towards the sweet release we were both searching for. His long, drawn out groans drove me absolutely feral, until they finally pushed me over the edge as we both shared an intense climax.
Afterwards he lets me down gently, both of us were both still breathing heavily.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks in-between breaths.
"No, you made me feel really, really good." I smile.
"Okay. Sorry, I just didn't want to cum earlier. You're so fucking good with your hands." He says, grabbing some body wash and soaping up his body with it.
I laugh. "I know. I work in massage therapy."
He smirks at me before going back underneath the water to wash off. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes. I can't help, but examine his muscular body and still half-hard cock.
I was fucking this man, I thought happily to myself.
After we both finished washing our body and hair we get out of the shower and he goes to his closet to grab us both something to wear.
He comes out dressed holding his jersey in his hand. "This was the first Niner jersey I ever worn."
I smile widely. "That's really cool."
"Want to wear it?" He asks.
"No, that's really special, Nick. You should have that framed or something." I tell him.
"Well, you're really special, and I think you'll look cute in it." He replies.
"Are you sure?" I ask, apprehensively.
"Yeah." He throws it to me. "Put it on. I want to see you in it." He smiles.
I pull on my panties and then struggle the jersey on over my head. I lift up my arms and give him a spin, showing it off on my body. "How does it look?"
He stands staring at me with glistening eyes. "It looks perfect."
The man looked as if he just fell in love all over again.
We make our way back down stairs and of course he's ready to eat something again. He asks me if I was hungry, but I was still quite full from earlier, so I decline.
He leans against the counter and starts to eat, when there's a heavy knock at the front door that nearly startles me out of my skin.
I look at him slightly shocked by how loud the knock was. "Who the hell is that?" I breath.
He didn't seem too bothered. "I don't know." He shrugs, going to answer the door.
Without warning his dad stalks through the door.
"What the fuck happened today, Nick?" He asks, angrily and pacing into the kitchen where I was standing. His facial expression scared me, so I quickly back up away from him.
"What do you mean?" Nick questions him.
"Did you seriously sock your brother in the fucking face over this.... Over this little whore?!" He yells, staring me down.
"Hey, what the fuck? Don't call her that!" Nick yells back, furrowing his eyebrows at him.
"Your brother told me everything, and I cannot believe you still have this girl around. Also, is she wearing your first fucking jersey right now, Nicholas?!"
"Dad, I'm going to need you to leave and we'll talk about this later, okay?" Nick says, bluntly.
"No, I'm not going nowhere son." He replies.
"Are you drunk, dad?" Nick questions him. He comes into the kitchen and stands in front of me.
"Are you?! Because I have no idea what the hell you are doing anymore with your life!" His dad, screams loudly. "This girl is going to ruin everything that you worked so hard for."
I grip onto the back of Nicks shirt. "I'm scared." I say, quietly.
"It's okay, Lili. I got this." Nick replies, pressing his hand up against my stomach.
"You got nothing!" His dad replies. "Understand me?!" He moves forward and slaps Nick so hard in the face I nearly felt the echo through my body.
Nick stands still for a moment and then turns his head to face his dads. "I've been waiting for this moment my entire life." He says.
He quickly grips his dad around his arms and swings him around into the counter of the kitchen. I scream, I wasn't sure what I screaming because it was a blur, but I remember screaming, so entirely loud that my body vibrated.
Joey and his mom come in rushing through the front door now, just in time. I was relieved to see them and I hoped they could break up the fight.
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