I never intended to let it get that far, I can promise you that. When I went into that shower, I just wanted some time to myself, a few minutes to think things over and put another plan in place.
If I knew guys like Breaker—and I did—I could say for damn certain that the best way to keep them distracted was to offer them up the one thing they couldn’t say no to: pussy. Breaker had left two women at the bar the night before, and he hadn’t laid a finger on me as I slept—he was probably backed up to all hell, distracted by how horny he was. I could see him through the thin shower curtain watching me as I showered, and I made sure to put on a show for him—bending this way and that, twisting and shifting and bending to make sure that he was getting an eyeful. I needed him distracted. I needed him thinking of something beyond keeping me here against my will. I wasn’t used to using my sexuality to get what I wanted, but it wasn’t hard to guess the ways he wanted me to move. I had made sure to leave my panties on full display, and had no intention of putting them on once I was out of the shower.
It helped a lot that I had always…well, I didn’t want to admit it, but I had always thought that Breaker was pretty cute. For a criminal, that is. I worked with a lot of assholes, a lot of real pieces of shit, and most of them wore their lives of awfulness on their faces—cuts, scars, bruises, line from years of smoking like a chimney and drinking like a fish. Breaker, though I knew he did all of that as much as the rest of them, still had his looks. He must have known that they worked in his favor; maybe he just liked being the only guy that women around him paid any attention to. He didn’t exactly have a whole lot of competition in his line of work.
I pulled back the curtain, and looked down at him; he was staring at the floor, as though trying to convince himself that he wasn’t ogling me. I swung out a hip and stood there, peering at him, until he finally looked back at me. He didn’t even bother keeping his eyes on mine; he let his gaze coast down the entirety of my body, wet and dripping as I was. I put my hands on my hips and pushed my chest out, then pushed a strand of soaked hair from my eye, and pointed towards the shirt on the floor.
“Can you pass me that?” I asked, my voice soft. I needed him to drop his guard, then I would be out of here. He leaned down and picked it off the floor, and held it toward me—but nowhere within my reach. Fine. I bent forward from the waist to take it from him, making sure that I brushed up close to him as I did so. My breasts were hanging close to his face, and he let out a deep breath as he glanced at them, heavy enough that I could feel the heat of it against my skin.
“Thanks,” I murmured, stepping out of the shower. I leaned down to pick up my panties, making sure that he could see my pussy and my ass. I heard him let out a small groan from behind me, and I knew it was working. I just needed to seal the deal…
I swiveled around, holding the shirt protectively against my chest, and leaned down to him. I put my hands on his shoulders, letting the fabric drop to the floor below me. He forced himself to look up and into my eyes; I met his gaze. And then, I leaned in and kissed him.
I’d intended to kiss him, maybe grope him, and then run for it while he was busy thinking about what he’d get me to do next. That wasn’t what happened. He surged up off the seat, making me backpedal across the floor until my back collided with the closet door. I made a small squeaking sound, which was all the leverage he needed to slide his tongue into my mouth. I tried to push back against him, but his thigh slipped between my legs, and all the fear and adrenaline coalesced into sheer, desperate need. I wrapped my arms around him and stopped fighting; I pulled myself into him, opening my mouth wider to him. His hands ran up and down my bare thighs, and growled against my mouth.
He leaned down and began kissing my neck, running his teeth across my throat; he finally reached my breasts, catching one in his hand, and nipping the nipple between his lips, tugging at it until it grew hard. I moaned and let my head fall back, gripping his hair and holding him in place. The panic and stress and intensity of the last twelve hours seemed to drop away, funneled into that cathartic moment. His hands travelled down my back, gripping my ass, and pushing his quickly–hardening cock against me. I could feel the size of it through his pants, and I found myself groping for it, wanting to feel the strength of it in my hands.
I couldn’t get enough of him—he tasted of whisky and smoke, and smelled sweetly of some kind of aftershave—had he put that on for me? What an old romantic he was. Suddenly, he pulled me away from the wall and turned me around, placing his hand on my lower back to push me down. I gripped the edge of the bathtub for support, and spread my legs—I was already wet, my pussy aching for him. I heard him rip a condom open, and then the tip of him was pressed against me.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he growled, his voice low and animalistic. “When I paid for you, I paid for this. Isn’t that right?” I arched my back, trying to drive him into me, but he dodged me easily. “Say it.”
“You paid for me,” I murmured. “I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to.” God, what was I doing? Maybe I should – and then he pushed himself into me in one swift motion, impaling me on his dick all at once. He was thicker than I had expected, stretching me around him as he held himself inside me for a moment; we both stood stock–still, as though neither of us could believe this was really happening. And then, I pulled my hips forward and pushing them back, taking as much of him as I could in one movement. He sucked in a sharp breath, and ran his hand along my spine. I couldn’t see him, but I could picture his reaction—a small furrow appearing in his brow, perhaps, his mouth tightening into an “o” as he finally began to fuck me.
He didn’t hold back, and it was though I represented some kind of catharsis, a chance to break free of the stress of the night before. How long had he been holding this back? He sank one hand into my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, before landing a short, sharp slap against my flesh. I jumped, but a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. It just felt so goddamn good.
“Play with yourself,” he muttered, and I didn’t need any more encouragement—I slid a hand between my legs and found my clit, drawing small circles around my sensitive nub in time with the pace of his thrusts. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing across my body—the feel of his warm hand against my flesh, his breath as it coursed through the cool morning air, the way my pussy seemed to tighten around his cock with every thrust—
“Fuck!” I cried out, my eyes flying open as I came. I didn’t expect it—I usually had to use a vibrator to make myself come, but I couldn’t hold myself back as the sensations ripped through my body. My cunt clenched around him a few times, so hard that I worried he might never get himself free—but he seemed content to push himself deep inside me, bottoming out with a groan and letting his grip on me loosen a little. He seemed content to hold himself inside of me for a few moments before he pulled out, and even as my orgasm subsided, I knew that I could have happily stayed like that for the rest of the day. He seemed to fit inside me perfectly, and, as my breathing returned to normal, it took me way longer than it should have to begin to question what the hell I had just done.