Chapter 10: The Creampie Finish

His words hung in the steam like a promise I couldn’t refuse—”I’m so fucking close...”—and the low growl of them vibrated straight through my spine where his chest pressed flush to my back. We were still locked in that tight spoon along the bench, my body tucked perfectly into the curve of his, my ass nestled against his hips while the rest of the party swirled on around us. Lisa was mid-story about her disastrous attempt at homemade sangria, her laugh bubbling up just as loud as the jets. Mark’s voice carried from the deck, relaxed and easy, trading barbs with Dave about the latest game. No one had any idea that Jake’s thick cock was buried to the root inside me, stretching my married walls in this slow, devastating grind.

I kept my face turned toward the group, lips parted in what I hoped looked like easy enjoyment of the warm water. But underneath the foaming veil, my pussy was clenching greedily around him, every lazy roll of his hips dragging that blunt head along the front wall of my core where it lit up every nerve. The hot water made everything feel impossibly slick, like liquid silk sliding between us, but I could still feel the distinct throb of his veins, the way he swelled even thicker with every controlled thrust. His finger stayed lodged deep in my ass, curling in perfect time with his cock, the dual pressure turning every breath into a silent shudder.

“Hold still for me, Emily,” he breathed against the shell of my ear, so quiet it barely disturbed the steam rising off my wet shoulders. “Let me fill you up right here while you pretend you’re just relaxing.” His hand on my throat tightened a fraction more—not enough to cut off air, just enough to make the world tilt soft and dizzy at the edges. Stars sparked behind my eyes. My blood roared in my ears, a rushing sound that almost drowned out the chatter. Guilt slammed into me like a cold wave crashing over the heat: Mark is right there, beer in hand, smiling at something Dave said, and I’m letting his coworker pump me full in front of everyone. The shame only made my inner muscles flutter harder, milking him like they had a mind of their own.

His free hand slid up under the water again, cupping the heavy swell of my left breast. Fingers dug in possessively, kneading the soft flesh while his thumb found my nipple and pinched—harder than before, twisting just enough to send a sharp bolt of pleasure straight down to where we were joined. I had to lock my jaw to keep from moaning. The cool night air kissed the tops of my breasts whenever the foam dipped low, turning my skin to gooseflesh while the scalding water and his warm palm made everything below feel molten. My soft belly pressed tighter against his forearm as he pulled me closer, the gentle give of my body molding to his like it belonged there.