Chapter 9
Joshua’s Aggressive Shower Session
I woke up fucking confused. The sex with Naomi was incredible, and it was undoubtedly the best I’d ever had before. But what the hell was going on? Only three days before, we weren’t even talking to each other.
But not it seemed that everything was different. Sure, we’d known each other for decades, but there’d been no communication. And now that we were finally talking, I enjoyed it. I had fun with her while we went out shopping, as strange as it was to admit that to myself. She wasn’t just a cool chick to hang out with, but she was down-to-earth. The only time we talked about my money was in jest, and I guess it felt different because her family had just as much as mine.
It also helped that her pussy was absolutely perfect. It was tight, succulent, with that special suction that keeps a man hard for a real long time. I’d had girls much younger than Naomi, but nothing that compared to what she had to offer. The brunette was so fucking hot, and I was honestly baffled that this hadn’t happened earlier.
I called my best mate, Weston. Whenever I was really confused and needed help or to vent, Weston was my man. He was intelligent and always gave me good advice.
“Yo,” my buddy said. “What’s up?”
Unlike the usual recalcitrant me, the words actually flowed like a waterfall. I relayed to him just what was going on and the conflict in my soul.
By the end of my ranting, he sounded tired. “Well, it’s still messed up that your folks are even telling you that you have to marry her or you’re cut off. That’s so fucked up.”
My answering grunt was ruthless.
“I can’t keep thinking about my parents, or I’m going to end up trashing this beach house,” was my reply. “It’s messed up, but I don’t know. I never really thought I’d end up settling down at all. I thought you and I’d be bachelors together forever.”
“Hey dude, I’m not afraid to settle down,” protested Weston. “I’m just not in the mood to yet. I’m having too much fun, man. Why give that up early?”
“I’ve been having fun too, dude. That’s the problem.”
Weston paused for a moment.
“Are you sure you’ve been having fun, Josh? I know I have, but that’s me. You were really happy when you were with Vanessa.”
I laughed shortly. “Like that matters.”
Weston continued.
“I know, she’s a dumb bitch who cheated on you,” he said, “but just saying. I think you’re confused man. You think you’re a playboy, but deep down, I think you’re a relationship guy. Does that make sense?”
I sputtered.
“No,” was my retort. “It doesn’t.”
Weston sighed.
“You just need to come to grips with how you really feel,” my buddy rumbled. “And don’t run away from the truth. Once you know how you feel, admit it to yourself and do something about it.”
What the hell? Was this some kind of therapy session? But I nodded even though he couldn’t see.
“I’m with you, man, this just—all of this scares me.”
Weston chuckled mirthlessly.
“Hey, if my parents threatened to cut me off and screw with my trust, I’d be fucking scared too, man.”
“It’s not just that,” I protested. “I’ve never put this much thought or time into one chick. And, it’s Naomi. It’s just weird. I don’t know how I feel.”
A pause.
“Maybe you’re scared because you actually like her,” were his slow words.
I nipped that thought in the bud immediately.
“No, that’s stupid.”
But Weston persisted.
“Is it? Maybe you’re afraid because you know that it could be right with her. You’ve known her like your whole life, your families are tight obviously, and you’ve said she’s cool. I don’t know. Be open-minded, dude.”
A grunt was my only answer because what could I say? We got off the phone, and I shook my head. Fuck. That conversation just made things even more confusing.
Walking down the hall, the sounds of the shower hit my ears. It must be Naomi washing off the sand from the night before.
I stopped for a moment, imagining that an intrusion might possibly be unwelcome. But after what we’d done together so far, there was no more modesty.
Quietly, I opened the door. Her silhouette was curvy and lush behind the shower curtain. Even the vague distortion of her body was still sexy. I undressed, staring at that image the whole time. My dick grew hard just thinking about what I wanted to do to her.
And without warning, I pulled the curtain back and stepped into the shower.
“Oh god!” screamed Naomi. “You scared me!”
She was covering her body up with her hands. Her coyness, along with the drops of water going down her naked body, turned me completely solid.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked accusingly.
I grabbed her hands again, moving them away from her private areas. Seeing them fully, wet and glistening, was a gift. This woman was the closest thing to an angel. Her beauty and her raw sexuality were so evident that it angered me to know that I’d wasted so many years of showers we could’ve shared together.
I pulled her into me, pulling her against my hard dick. I wanted her to feel it, to know how much I wanted her. She didn’t even need to touch me or put me in her mouth. I was ready to take.
And to my surprise, Naomi mewled softly, rubbing those hot curves against my hardness. And then with a sweet smile, she turned around and bent over, bobbling that lush ass upwards. The girl turned, shooting me a coy look over her shoulder.
“Is this what you want?” she murmured, cupping one big boob in her hand before corkscrewing off the nipple. “Like this, big guy?”
And pleased, I went with the animal within. I took her ass in my hands and gave it a powerful smack. She moaned with agony as well as ecstasy.
“Mmm, what was that for?” was her mewl. “A little harder than usual.”
“That’s for all the times you gave me attitude when we were growing up.”
I slapped her ass again, drawing out another moan.
“That’s for being too damn good at taking my dick.”
I spanked her tight ass again, wondering what it’d feel like if I entered it.
“That’s for storming off at lunch the other day.”
I hit both ass cheeks this time, drawing out a pleasurable squeal with each smack.
“That was just because you’re such a fucking whore, taking my dick the way you do.”
Naomi mewled again, hands braced against the tub edge. But instead of being offended, the girl merely wiggled her ass again, both holes winking and blinking.
“Am I a whore?” she purred, catching my gaze with her eyes. “If so, then I’m your whore, Josh. Use my body for your pleasure. Use me and make me your personal slut.”
And oh shit, oh shit, the Dom in me rose then. Because this was the best kind of sub … and the turnabout was completely unexpected.