Chapter Five - Erica
The showerhead came on as soon as I stepped in. I was hoping that he might have given me some notice. The hot steamy water hit my body and I gasped with the shock. I knew exactly what was happening. He was seducing me. This was completely inappropriate, but this was also Kyle Murphy. You couldn’t put something like this past him. Yet, I did wonder if this was the kind of journalist I wanted to become. Someone who would do anything to get the scoop that she wanted. I still hadn’t thought about the fact that I had stepped into the shower because I wanted his body just as much as I wanted the interview.
I still tried to keep a straight face as the water poured over me. Kyle was smiling, watching my hair dampen and stick to the sides of my face.
“So, your training schedule,” I reminded him and he nodded.
“I wake up at six am, every day,” he began and I looked into his eyes. It was plain to see: he wanted me. I noticed the way the water streamed down his muscles, how his flesh glistened and shone in the water. He raised his hands and brushed them over his hair. My hair and my clothes were getting drenched.
“Then I eat a breakfast for champions.” He said it with a laugh. He was looking at my wet clothes now, where my shirt stuck to my breasts. My nipples were pert and sticking out of my clothes. He was watching them.
“Then I leave my house to hit the gym first,” he continued, and slowly he was taking a few steps towards me. I didn’t budge or move back, his slow voice had overtaken my senses. He was much taller than me, I had to crane my neck to look at him as he hovered over me.
“Do you want to know how many push-ups and crunches I do at the gym?” he asked and my lips parted just as he moved both his hands towards me.
I felt the buttons pop and my shirt rip. He had, with one swift motion, torn my shirt so that now it lay loosely hanging and wet, my breasts revealed. I was wearing a thin lace bra. Now it was wet too and Kyle was staring at it. There were goosebumps on my skin. He hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t prepared me for it and I had no will to stop him. I wanted him. I had felt his skin on mine and I wanted those large hands on my neck.
I hadn’t replied to his question, and he wasn’t waiting for a response.
“Do you have any more questions for me or can I just go ahead and fuck you now?” he asked with that same smile on his face. Our bodies were barely apart, my nipples grazing his chest. We stared at each other.
Then, I did something I would never have expected myself to do. I stood up on my toes and I kissed him. I took his lips in my mouth and I forced my tongue into his own. I heard his low growl as he grabbed my waist, his hands tightly gripping my flesh as he kissed me back. Our tongues were lashing against each other as he pulled me closer to him.
I could feel his hard dick sliding against my waist. I felt small and soft, clay in his hands. While we kissed I felt his hands ride up till he yanked my bra apart. My wet, waiting breasts were in his hands. He slid his fingers over them till he was flicking my erect, tight nipples. I winced with pleasure as he continued.
“Get down here,” he growled when we pulled apart. That smiling charming face was replaced by a darker look. He had turned into someone else, he looked like a beast ready to mount.
He had grabbed my waist again and flipped me around. My face met the slippery wall of the shower as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the ripping sound my trousers made as he tore into them. Then he slid my lace panty down.
“This is how I celebrate after a game. You can put that in your article,” he said with a hiss. Then I felt him thrust his dick into me. Again, he did it without warning, but I had been ready and wet for him this time. I surprised myself by screaming. He was big and tight inside me, and I could feel the hot steamy water fall on my back as he pushed himself into me.
He laughed gently when I screamed and pulled out. His hands were on my ass, holding the cheeks apart as he slid into me again. My palms were flat against the slippery wall. He pulled out again and then thrust in with greater force this time.
I screamed again, oblivious to who could hear us. Then he increased his pace, rapidly pounding into me. My body shook, I lost my footing, but he was holding me in place with his grip on my ass and waist. Sometimes his hands moved up to squeeze my breasts and flick my nipples. I moaned loudly, our bodies made a loud squeaking noise with every thrust. I didn’t care who could hear. Kyle Murphy’s dick was inside me. He was fucking me with a ferociousness I had never experienced before.
I had forgotten about my interview, about my job, about everything else. All I wanted was for him to continue thrusting into me, slowly pushing me over the edge. His big hands held me tightly. He bunched up my hair as he rammed into me, giving him just the kind of grip he needed to really drill me.