Chapter 7: Slow Ride on His Lap

The question hung in the steamy air for a heartbeat—”Emily, you okay?”—while the woman on the far side toweled off and watched me with mild concern. Mark glanced over too, his easy smile flickering with that familiar protective tilt. I forced my lips into a steady curve, voice low and even despite the thick head of Jake’s bare cock lodged just inside me, stretching my entrance in a way that made my walls flutter wildly. “I’m fine,” I managed, the words coming out a touch husky from the effort of staying still. “Just the heat getting to me.”

Jake didn’t wait for the moment to pass. His hands tightened on my hips under the turbulent foam, pulling me down another fraction, then another, until the slow, inexorable slide of his thick length filled me completely. Inch by inch he claimed me, the scalding water rushing around the full intrusion, my own slickness easing the way until I felt the blunt press of his base against my ass and the heavy throb of his balls nestled tight beneath. His thick eight inches of bare cock buried to the hilt inside my married pussy—no condom, no protection, nothing between us but heat and risk.

The realization slammed into me like a physical blow: I’m not on the pill this cycle. One slip and he could flood me right here. A cold spike of panic cut through the heat — what if he actually knocks me up right here in front of my husband? — but my pussy clenched harder around him anyway. Panic twisted sharp through the overwhelming fullness, but it only made my inner muscles clamp down harder around him, milking involuntarily as if my body had already decided for me.

The group’s chatter rolled on uninterrupted—Lisa asking about someone’s upcoming vacation, glasses clinking as drinks were passed. No one noticed the way my hips had settled fully onto Jake’s lap in what looked like nothing more than a casual shift for comfort in the packed tub. His cock pulsed deep inside me, the thick vein along the underside beating in time with his heartbeat, a secret rhythm I could feel in my core like a second pulse. The jets pounded steadily against my lower back, warm streams that only amplified the delicious stretch, while the frothy surface hid every sinful detail below my chest.