ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss
Summary: Matt watches you while you were using the shower head, and it ends up turning into shower sex.
Warnings: smut, shower sex, p in v, m receiving, shower head play, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, cum play
The hotel bathroom was all steam and glass. A floor to ceiling clear panel separated the oversized walk in shower from the rest of the room, nothing more than a few feet from the edge of the king bed. Warm water already cascaded from the rainfall head, misting the air and fogging the edges of the glass just enough to soften the light without hiding anything.
You stepped under the spray naked, letting it soak your hair and run in rivulets down your shoulders, over your breasts, along the curve of your stomach. From the bed, Matt sat on the edge, elbows on his knees, watching. His eyes tracked every movement. You felt the weight of that stare like a hand on your skin.
You turned slightly so he had a better view, then let your hands start roaming. Slow. Deliberate. Palms sliding over wet skin, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing across your nipples until they tightened. You watched his face through the glass. His jaw flexed. His gaze dropped lower when your hand drifted down your stomach and between your thighs, just tracing, not yet committing.
He leaned back on his hands, legs spreading a little, and simply watched. No rush. Just that focused, hungry stare.
You reached up and adjusted the handheld shower head, clicking it over to a stronger, more concentrated pulse. The water pressure changed immediately, harder, more insistent. You brought it down, parting your legs just enough, and pressed the spray right against your clit.
The moan tore out of you without permission, loud and raw, echoing off the tile and glass. Your free hand shot out to brace against the wall as your knees softened. The jet was relentless, vibrating and pulsing exactly where you were already sensitive. Pleasure spiked sharp and immediate.
You got your footing again, standing more solidly, and let your other hand wander. Fingers circling one nipple, then the other, pinching lightly, tugging. Water streamed over everything. Through the glass you could see the thick outline of Matt’s cock straining against his boxers. Hard. Obvious.
“Fuck,” you said, voice rough over the water. “Look at that. You’re already hard for me aren’t you?”
His eyes flicked up to yours. A low sound left his throat.
“I want to watch you touch it,” you told him. “Take it out. Stroke it for me.”
He didn’t hesitate. Thumbs hooked into the waistband and shoved the fabric down just enough. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already shiny at the tip. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking, slow and deliberate at first, just the way he knew you liked to watch. Base to tip, twist at the head, thumb smearing the bead of precum.
You kept the shower head locked on your clit, rocking your hips into the spray while your free hand kept teasing your nipples. Dirty talk spilled out of you between soft, broken moans.
“That’s it, fuck, look at you. So hard just from watching me play with myself. You like seeing me like this? Soaking wet, legs shaking, getting myself off while you sit there and stroke that big cock?”
He sped up a little, eyes locked on the way the water pulsed between your thighs. His breathing had gone heavier. You could feel the orgasm building deep, low in your belly, coiling tighter with every relentless pulse against your clit. Your thighs started to tremble. You grabbed the metal grab bar on the wall with one hand, knuckles whitening, and kept the shower head pressed firmly in place with the other.
“Come on, baby,” Matt murmured, voice low and rough. “Let me see it. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Look at you, shaking already. Gonna cum all over that shower head for me?”
The praise pushed you right to the edge. You moved the spray in tight circles, then locked it back on the most sensitive spot and held. Your orgasm hit hard. Your whole body seized, hips jerking, a raw, broken cry tearing out of your throat as waves crashed through you. You kept the full power spray right on your clit through the entire thing, moaning loud, thighs quaking, water and slick running down your legs. The sounds you made were shameless, high, desperate, echoing.
Matt’s hand was moving faster now, twisting firmly over the head on every upstroke, watching you come apart.
When the intensity finally started to ease, you lowered the shower head with shaking fingers and hung it back on its mount. Water still poured over you. You looked at him through the glass, chest rising and falling hard.
“Come here.”
He stood immediately, boxers shoved the rest of the way down and kicked aside. He walked the short distance to the open shower entrance. You dropped to your knees on the warm tile without hesitation, water still raining down over both of you. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other steadied yourself on his thigh. You leaned in and took him into your mouth in one smooth slide, sinking down until your lips met your fist.
Matt’s head tipped back. A low, guttural sound left him. His hand gathered your wet hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it out of the way so he could watch every inch of himself disappear between your lips.
You sucked him deep and messy, tongue working the underside, cheeks hollowing. Saliva and water mixed. You pulled off with a wet sound, wrapping both hands around him now and pumping fast, tight, twisting strokes, focused on the head the way that always made his hips twitch.
You stuck your tongue out, flat and waiting, eyes up on his face.
“Fuck.. look at you,” he groaned. His hand tightened in your hair. “Gonna cum on that pretty tongue. Stay right there.”
He spilled with a broken, almost whining sound, thick ropes landing across your tongue and the rest of your open mouth. Some missed and streaked down your chin, sliding lower to drip onto your chest and mix with the water. You kept your tongue out until he finished, then closed your mouth and swallowed what you could, the rest still visible on your skin.
Matt stared down at you, breathing hard. “Jesus. You look so fucking hot like that.”
You rose slowly, water still streaming over both of you. The second you were upright he pulled you in. The kiss was immediate and filthy, deep, open mouthed, desperate. Tongues sliding, teeth catching, the taste of him still on your mouth. Steam curled around you. His hands gripped your waist hard enough to leave marks.
He walked you backward until your back hit the cool tiled wall. You made a soft, needy sound against his lips.
Matt pulled back just enough to speak, voice rough. “You’re still horny, baby?”
You nodded, already reaching for him again.
He didn’t make you wait. One strong hand hooked under your thigh and lifted it, opening you up. The head of his cock dragged through your soaked folds once, twice, then he thrust in hard, filling you in one deep stroke that punched the air out of your lungs.
“Fuck”
He set a fast, relentless pace right away, hips snapping, the wet sound of skin on skin loud under the shower. Every thrust drove deep, angling just right. Your back arched against the wall. One of his hands braced beside your head; the other kept your leg high and open so he could bury himself completely.
You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, moaning into his mouth every time he bottomed out. The water poured over both of you, making everything slicker, hotter. He kissed you like he was starving for it, messy, deep, swallowing every sound you made.
“That’s it,” he growled against your lips. “Take it. You’re so fucking tight like this. Already squeezing me again.”
The second orgasm built fast, sharper than the first. You were already so sensitive from the shower head, and the way he fucked you, hard, deep, pushed you over the edge with almost embarrassing speed. Your walls clenched hard around him as you came, crying out into the kiss, thighs shaking, the leg he held trembling violently.
He fucked you through it, never slowing, chasing his own release. A few more deep thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt with a low, broken groan, spilling inside you in hot pulses.
You stayed like that for a long moment, bodies pressed together under the spray, breathing hard, kissing slower now, softer. Eventually he eased out and set your leg down carefully. Your knees were unsteady. He kept an arm around you until you both stepped out of the shower.
Towels. Quiet laughter. Soft touches while you dried off. You got dressed slowly, underwear, a simple dress that still felt a little too intimate after everything that had just happened. Matt pulled on jeans and a clean shirt, still watching you like he couldn’t quite believe what you’d just done.
When you were both presentable, he slipped an arm around your waist and kissed the side of your neck, voice low and amused near your ear.
“Ready for dinner baby?”
You smiled, still a little flushed, and nodded.
The two of you headed out of the hotel room together, the steam and the heat still clinging to your skin, the taste of each other still lingering.
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