Runner's Prize
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - Young and driven to succeed, Tigh Raines has everything. A barren upscale apartment. His father, the company head, providing far too much advice. And a laser-like focus on the future, one that has no place for the rain-soaked beauty on an isolated park bench. She’s sobbing; he stops. Heat ensues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic
Once back at the apartment, Daniella moved her bags to her room while I rolled my case into mine. The late afternoon sunlight, a deep shade of amber, cast stark shadows across its empty space. The new furniture was still a week or two from delivery.
In my head, a countdown continued. It had begun with Skyler, been sharpened as Daniella glided around the reception in Frankfurt and became a thundering beat while playing with Annika.
My turn to be the wrecking ball. Despite the chaos, all the shared words and expressions, one point needed to be made absolutely certain. As in carved deep into living stone.
After unpacking in record time, I stripped from my suit. With cool air swirling around my naked frame, I padded across the apartment, past the towering glass windows. Before me, my taut purple dome wobbled, glinting in that russet sunshine.
As soon as I appeared in the doorway, she froze. From one trembling fist, the last of her clothing dangled. When my feet carried me closer, she glanced at the swaying tower before me. While passing her, I took the clothes and dropped them onto the bed. With her breath racing behind me, I stepped into the bathroom to retrieve her bodywash and shampoo.
“Shower’s big enough for both of us,” I said before placing the plastic bottles on her bureau and gripping the hem of her top.
As soon as I yanked, both her arms flew skyward. No sooner had I thrown the shiny black material to the bed than my hands gripped the waistband of her velvet slacks. One swift shove, and they, along with rolled lace panties, were at her ankles.
Swaddled in all her scents, perfume, soap, a hint of salty sweat and that sweetness, my mind sizzled. As I retrieved the bottles, she remained silent, shaking out her dark tresses. With a grin, I slipped a finger under the tight leather at her neck. Eyes wide, she moaned.
“I love you, Daniella.” I leaned in to tap my lips to hers, but dodged away when her curves shoved towards me. “Others may come and go. You’re right, I’ll care for them as well. But you are my princess. My lady. My love. Mine.”
“Yes, Tigh,” she replied in a shaky low voice.
Words launched, time for action. When I tugged on the thin choker, leading her from the room, she purred, her soft footfalls following me.
As we crossed the apartment, she giggled quietly. In the glass, I caught her reflection. Smile on her face, she looked out across the city. When her hands rose to flip that shiny sable mane upward in a cloud and she twisted, prancing, flashing her swaying chest and twinkling diamond at the skyscrapers, I chuckled.
“God, you’re so damned adorable,” I said, shaking my head.
“For you, mi amor.” She blew me a kiss before walking behind me into the bedroom. “My poor little—”
“—pussy?” Another chortle left me as I led her into the glossy, white-tiled bathroom. “It’s leaking, huh?”
“Mmm, si. That too, corazón,” she murmured, lowering a hand to caress my aching mast. “Hmm, your monster gonna plug me again, mi tigre?”
Rather than reply, I leaned into the gray slate and glass enclosure to turn on the shower. After putting her bottles on a small shelf, I turned and hooked my finger under the skinny collar, guiding her inside.
“Hands on the wall.”
“Yes, Tigh.” She giggled, placing both palms on the slick tile. “Meow”
With water already sluicing over sleek olive, rippling back muscles, my pulse thundered. After catching my glance at her rear, she grinned, swirling those perfect hemispheres and easing her legs wider.
However, instead of taking her right there and then, as every muscle in my body demanded, I clenched my jaw and poured wildflower-scented shampoo into my palm.
Yep, I’d spoken the words, now time to prove my feelings for her with the actions she deserved. On my behalf, tough times awaited her. As my free hand gathered those long, luxurious dark tresses, she raised an eyebrow; she understood.
Silent and trembling, she gnawed on her glossy mouth, watching over her shoulder as I washed and rinsed her hair. When I wrapped it gently to place it atop her head, she gulped.
“Mi amor—” she started to whisper.
“Shh, my love.” I placed a finger to her soft lips and smiled.
After a nod, she whimpered, watching me fill a hand with body wash. Despite again opening her mouth to speak, when I smeared the glossy rose-scented cream over her shoulders, she uttered a full-throated moan. As my splayed digits swept, leaving sudsy arcs ever lower on her spine, she squirmed, and those moans grew louder. By the time I reached her firm rear, she was shaking, thrusting their paler flesh into my gliding palms.
“Ai, oh, mmm,” left her, but became more moaning as my fingers massaged down her quivering legs.
After working my way back up that lithe, wriggling frame, covered in sudsy rivulets, I added more soap and stepped closer. At the glide of my hardness across the slippery center of her spine, she unleashed a primal growl and thrust backward into me.
“Horny, my sexy kitten?” I whispered, both palms sliding forward along her ribs.
“Oh ... Mm-hmm. Yes, my Tigh.” With a louder groan, she shoved into me as my hands swept over the heavy swells of her heaving breasts. “Mi tigre. So horny.” When my soapy fingertips nudged their stiff stems, she bucked. “Dios mío, I love you so much!”
As her squirms became ever more forceful, I swirled my fingers along the front of her shaking body. Warm skin, slick with frothy suds, eased under my palms as she continued to stare at me. From between long, fluttering eyelashes, those brown pools gleamed, pleading, hoping, loving, wanting. As my gaze peered deep into her soul, she delved into mine.
When a soapy fingertip found the sharp little diamond, she yipped, thrusting into it. But I lowered my fingers further, teasing, pulling apart her supple, slippery folds as she groaned at me, sending wispy droplets and heated breath into my smile. From between shaky lips, her glittering tongue flicked.
Only once her head rolled backward to emit a louder groan did I move my sudsy hands to grip her hips. As I turned her shaking frame, letting the spattering water rinse her sleek curves, my achy rod rubbed across her skin. Mouth wide, filling with dribbles, she gasped for air.
Ah, but she wished for control, and despite the throbbing ache in my nuts, I flashed her a grin and eased her back against the tile. After stepping under the spray, I spun slowly before returning to face her.
“My turn,” I muttered. When she started to step forward, I gestured to the wall. “No. You watch.”
“Yes, Tigh,” she hissed, sending out a mist from the water slithering over her visage before returning to the tile.
Gaze locked on her quivering frame, I poured soap into my hand, then swept both over my body. Brown pools wide, she tracked every soapy slow swirl across my skin. When I glided a bubble-dripping fist along my shaft, she unleashed the strangest, hungriest moan.
Those gorgeous eyes flicked to mine. Such need. Plus, she realized how much my swollen rod hurt. Since our last hot tub soak in Frankfurt, I’d been hard, and the cause, my beautiful wrecking ball, wanted to ease that ache.
“Bebé—”
At a finger on my lips, she fell silent. Full-body shakes erupted across her curves, shrouded in glittering droplets, as my body rotated beneath the shower’s powerful jets.
Once done, I gripped her shoulders and turned her under the steamy water, letting it rinse her shaking figure of any spattered soap. At last, I halted her before me.
“I want you,” I murmured into the spray while gripping the underside of a silken thigh.
As her leg rose in my grip, she slid a hand to my shoulder and nodded. After a flick of her head to move an errant shock of dark hair, she gripped my shaft in her other fist. It was my turn to moan as she lifted onto her toes and tilted it toward her need.
Velvet heat. Soft curtains parting. Tightness slipping over my aching bulb. White-rimmed brown eyes ablaze. Long lashes fluttering. The quietest, warbling sound escaping her shaking lips. Time slithered to a halt as I gripped her other thigh and raised her from the floor. With my cock continuing its languid piercing of slippery paradise, her hands slid to my back and those lean dancer’s legs wrapped around my hips.
For a million years, my gaze plunged into her widening pools as she sank further, meeting my slow upward thrust, taking more of me into her clenching walls. Overwhelmed with that lithe frame sliding down mine, my brain no longer worked. Ditto for her. Those shiny lips, glimmering with water, shook so much she couldn’t speak.
Only once she’d settled, her pelvis tight to me, did I gasp, and the air that, throat frozen, hadn’t filled my lungs rushed in. Though a thick haze muffled anything but her hammering heart and the rapid heated breaths searing my neck and face, words stumbled from me.
“With all my heart”—I gulped when her insides clenched tighter. The pounding in my skull rattled my melting brain—”I love you, Daniella. So much. And...”
She silenced me with a moan and a sudden lurch forward, engulfing my mouth with her supple, warm lips. As her tongue surged to play with mine, my grip tightened, raising her water-slick frame. Our groans matched, then intensified as I lifted and lowered her writhing curves.
Soon, eyes blazing at me, she clawed along my spine. Amid her louder groans, I drove that wondrous physique up and down. Not using her. Not that time. No, we were united, and I wanted us to stay one being for as long as possible.