Little did I know that Kate’s words weren’t a warning – that was her way of declaring war. But I learned the truth soon enough.

It started the following morning. I woke up off the couch to the smells and sounds of instant coffee brewing. Surprisingly, Kate brought me a cup as I sat up straight and brushed my eyes.

But when I opened those eyes…

Kate was wearing a tight, worn tee, a pair of cute panties, and nothing else. She was mocking me with her flirtatious grin, letting her fingers brush mine as she handed the warm, steaming mug over.

“Looks like part of you is faster to rise than the rest of ya.”

I glanced down at my stiff morning wood with a sigh. It was tenting my boxers, threatening to peak out for her.

“What’s gotten into you today?” I asked cautiously, kicking back a bit of searing coffee.

“Nothin’. Just admiring the sight,” Kate smiled mischievously, eying my bare chest. “I’ve missed your huge cock.”

I almost choked on the coffee.

Not great to do when it’s volcanic hot.

“This is about last night,” I groaned, setting the mug down and rising in front of her. I could see the air slip from her warm lips as she eyed my muscular shape.

Two can play at this game…

“Maybe,” Kate smirked. “But you know the rule. If we’re gonna play…”

“I need a shower,” I muttered.

She raised an eyebrow. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Without a single moment’s hesitation, I shucked my boxers down to my ankles and kicked them off. Standing tall and naked in front of her, I funneled my earlier moment of irritation into a smug smirk.

Kate couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock. It was harder than ever, aching for her touch.

“Feel free to join me if you want,” I grunted, stepping past her and wandering towards the bathroom.

That’s right, I muttered to myself.

Play with me all you want, Kate. But just remember… I play for goddamn keeps.

I didn’t notice the noise of the shifting door as I lathered up my hair not ten minutes later. It was only when the shower curtain scraped aside that I realized Kate was taking me up on my offer.

Holy shit, she’s still got guts.

Kate’s body was just as fucking amazing as I remembered. Her curves had filled in wonderfully, rounding her out in all the right places. Her hips begged for my clenching fingers around them during a strong, feral fucking, and her breasts?

Don’t get me started on her breasts.

Perfection. Kate’s were still the best I’d ever seen, just the perfect size for my hands. Her rosy, perky nipples begged for the hungry touch of my lips.

Then my eyes slipped down to her pussy. Kate had always kept things trimmed down to a cute little landing strip. Her slit drew my attention and held it. I wanted so badly to taste it, to roll my tongue against that clit of hers and drive this woman to the fucking brink…

This was a beautiful body that needed to be dominated, and I was just the man to fulfill that role.

Kate mustered up a brave, seductive face.

“Uh-uh,” she wagged a finger. “No touching. You want to play the let’s get naked card, that’s cool. But that’s a two-way goddamn street.”

She slipped into the tiny shower behind me, pressing against my skin as she reached for the shower gel.

Every brush of our naked, wet skin together sent electricity crackling down my nerves. I turned my back and continued my routine, knowing that she was right behind me, almost pressed against me.

Each movement touched me somehow, and it drove me crazy. I had to have her. I needed to pin her against that slick shower wall and soak that beautiful fucking pussy in more ways than one.

I couldn’t let her win at this game.

No… I wouldn’t let her win.

So, I waited until I was finished cleaning myself up, pressed a hand to the wall in front, and I began to carefully stroke my hard erection.

Kate immediately froze behind me, her back close to mine. That’s right, I thought. This is where the line gets drawn, right?

If she wasn’t going to fuck me…

Then I’d up the stakes.

She didn’t move as my breathing slowed, growing heavier with my satisfaction. Sure, I would have loved to hike Kate up in my arms and plunge my stiff rod deep into her soaked body, but… this would do.

A week ago, I would have never guessed I’d see Kate again, let alone jack myself off in the shower against her…

I let a few low growls out, enjoying the way my fist rolled over the head of my cock.

But then I realized that Kate was pushing up harder against me, her back to mine… shuddering.

Her movements…

Kate had met my defiance.

She’s touching herself against me…

This competition – daring each other to push the envelope just a little further – had just spiraled out of control.

Kate had matched my bluffs at every step, and now we were pleasing ourselves, pressed against one another under the shower water…

We stayed silent, besides the odd groan or moan out of one of us. Neither of us milked our vocal chords for an edge against the other. Instead, we just fell into whatever felt good, nurturing the electricity between each other as we pushed ourselves to the limit, brushing our own limits with each other…

Without warning, her hand flew back, clenching against my throat for leverage. I felt her fingers wrap around beneath my chin as her voice lifted in stuttering moans, her body locking up behind me. Her limbs stiffened and she trembled against my back.

She’s coming, I realized.

That suddenly pushed me straight over the goddamn edge.

I came as hard as I ever have, unleashing ropes of warm cum so hard that it was literally painful. My wasted seed shot against the shower wall in front, dripping down towards the faucets as I braced myself against the wall and against her.

We came together.

I grunted, wiping my cock clean and washing my hands one last time before stepping out of the shower. While I dried myself off, I heard Kate moving around under the water, washing herself up a little longer before killing the faucets.

“All that from a cup of coffee,” I smirked while drying myself off.

Her eyes met mine as she brushed the shower curtain aside, dripping with water and burdened with unmet anticipation.

“Guess so,” she chuckled.

“Well,” I muttered, lifting a foot onto the toilet seat and vigorously drying off a leg. “Can’t wait to see what breakfast is like.”