Chapter 89 My First time was with you
~Hermes~
Recommended song: One of your girls by Weekend, Jennie and Lily Depp.
My glasses are gone, left on the sink.
My black shirt clings to me, sleeves rolled to my elbows. My grey trousers are still on, tight, and unforgiving, doing nothing to hide the brutal outline of my cock. It throbs against the fabric.
The water runs, hot, filling the tub. My fists flex against my thighs.
My breath hitch as she steps in, bare naked, almost, just a strip of lace hugging her hips, her skin glowing against the steam.
I breathe sharp through my nose, jaw ticking. She has no idea what she’s playing with—or maybe she does, and that’s the fucking problem.
Her hips sways like she knows I’m tracking every goddamn curve. My cock throbs harder, straining against the trousers. She crouches by the tub, breaking the surface with her fingers, steam curling around her wrist.
"Get in," she says, voice soft, teasing, full of nerve. "Just like that."
A scoff slips out of me before I can stop it. The corner of my mouth lifts sharp, mocking. "I should get in?"
Her eyes hold steady, daring me.
I want to laugh, and remind her who she’s talking to, but something in my chest pulls tight. The boldness, the goddamn innocence threaded into her defiance—it’s a noose around my throat.
So I don’t argue, and ruin her moment. I peel my shirt back over my shoulders, roll my neck, then step forward. The fabric of my trousers bites into me as I lower into the tub fully dressed, water rushing up, soaking me in heat.
Her lips part, but not a word comes out. She just watches me sink beneath her command.
"Satisfied now?" The words grind out of me, rough, but her nod is soft, almost innocent.
Then she steps in.
The water ripples, rising as she lowers herself across from me. Her legs bend, the swirl lapping up her stomach. I can see the soft curve of her tits beneath the surface, nipples sharp peaks straining against the heat.
My cock twitches hard under the water, painfully confined.
She moves closer, slowly, her knees brushing mine, skin to fabric under the steam. Her breath shudders, but her eyes never leave me.
I don’t move or speak, instead I let her test me, and drown me in the sight of her almost bare, the faint brush of her knees sending shocks up my spine.
I let her come to me, and when she’s close enough, I lift a hand to her collarbone, trace it with my thumb, and her breath catches.
"Can I touch you?" I ask quietly.
She nods, lips parted.
I drag my hand down, slow and reverent, over the slope of her chest, cupping one perfect orb in my palm. It's warm, heavy and aching for my touch.
"God. You feel so good..." I murmur.
I thumb her nipple underwater and she gasps, her hips twitching.
"Nngh...ohh–"
"You like that?" I ask.
She nods again, muttering a breathless, "Yes."
I lean forward and take her other orb into my mouth. I suck, flick and bite, just enough to make her arch. Her hands grip my shoulders, digging her nails in.
"Oh my God, Hermes—" Her moan is soft and broken.
I kiss down her chest, then back up. She’s trembling now, trying to hold herself still in the water, but failing.
I pull her into my lap, water sloshing gently around us. She straddles me, wrap her arms around my neck, and for a moment we just breathe — nose to nose, heat on heat.
"You’re dangerous," I whisper.
"Shouldn't I be?" she whispers back.
Her hips rock forward, sliding her wet core over my cock through the fabric.
Fuck.
I bite my lip, trying to contain the rush of need. No one has ever made me want to obey, to follow their rules, like this, and yet… here I am, completely undone by her.
"You feel that?" I murmur, letting my hand drift just beneath the surface. "That’s what you do to me."
Her smile is sly, almost triumphant, and I have to grit my teeth. This is her game… but I’m the one who wants to win, even if winning means losing control.
She doesn’t wait for permission. Her hands slide up my chest, fingers tangling in my shirt, tugging it open.
Her lips brush my collarbone as she slowly works my shirt off, teasing, lingering over the curves of my chest, and I groan low, teeth clenched. "Be fast,"
Her eyes meet mine, bold, challenging, but there’s a softness there too — that little flicker that reminds me she’s hers, and somehow, I’m hers to savor as well.
She slides my trousers down, her hands teasing me through the fabric, I want to grab her, to make her mine forcefully, but the way she moves so confident makes me want to taste the torture, to let every second stretch, and burn.
Finally, she straddles me, slow, grinding just enough to drive me insane, and I can’t resist the low growl escaping my throat. My hands rest on her hips, guiding her lightly, but not controlling.
"I should—" I start, voice low and rough.
"No," she interrupts, lips brushing my ear, "not yet. I’m in charge."
And damn it… I want nothing more than to obey.
She reaches between us, grips my cock under the water, and strokes once, shlck, twice. shclk shclk, her hand is slick from more than the bath tub. My head falls back.
"June—fuck."
"Tell me you want it."
"I fucking need it."
She rises on her knees, guides me to her sticky wet entrance. The head of my cock nudges against her, and I almost lose it right there.
Then she sinks down.
Schlk.
The sound of her taking me in underwater is filthy, erotic and haunting.
We both gasp.
"Oh my God," she whimpers. "Still so damn thick—"
"You can take it for me like you always do." I choke out.
Her hands grip my shoulders for balance. She starts to move — slow, deep, rolling her hips, trying to own every inch of me.
And it’s perfect. Fucking... ohh...mmmh...Perfect.
The warm water swirls around us, splashing softly, hiding nothing. Our bodies slap together in rhythm — skin to skin, heat to heat.
Schlk. Slap. Schlk.
Her moans melt into the air. "Fuck—Hermes—don’t stop—"
"You feel so good, June. So good."
She leans back slightly, letting me watch her ride, her breasts bouncing erratically, her mouth widening with pleasure. I grip her hips, thrust up into her.
Her eyes fly open. "Yes—yes! Like that—"
Our steady, toe-curling rhythm builds, faster, rougher and the poor water starts spilling over the edge.
"Come for me," I growl. "I want to feel you lose it."
She bites her lip, widening her eyes as her petite body tremble. Then she falls apart on top of me, her walls clenching, jerking, a soft cry spilling from her throat.
"Fucking Hermes—!"
I follow seconds later, coming with a grunt, buried deep inside her, head pressed to her shoulder as I fall apart.
There is silence, then steam, then breathing.
She stays on me, wrapped around me, chest to chest.
"Do you know this is my fourth time having sex?" She mutters, breathing heavily.
"Oh yeah?" I groan, my eyes shut.
"Mmm– My first time was with you." she adds.
I snap my eyes wide open. What the fuck did she just say?