When Chelsea stopped chanting Justice over and over, and her body started to loosen up and stop shaking, Chopper got to his feet. His own body was reacting to the orgasm she’d just had too, and he had to hold onto the door of the shower with one hand. He pulled her up against himself again and sucked her tongue into his mouth. They kissed long, slow, wet, sloppy, and hot while their bodies melded together like they were made out of clay. His cock was throbbing against her stomach and he was dying to get it into her, but he hadn’t brought a fucking condom into the bathroom with him.

So, thinking about getting one, but unwilling to leave her hot body long enough to do that just yet, he reached behind her for the tiny travel-sized bottle of shampoo on the shelf. He opened it and poured half of it into his hand. Then using both of his hands and keeping his body pressed against her, he began slowly working the shampoo into her hair. His palms rubbed in circles and his fingers kneaded her scalp. She had her eyes closed and she was moaning almost the same as she had when his fingers had been up inside of her. She let him lather her hair and then she dropped her head forward. Her lips landed on his neck and while he took a step back from her to rinse the soap off her hair, she began to kiss, lick, and suck on his neck. He worked his fingers through her hair from roots to tips until all the shampoo was washed out.

He reached for the soap then and she put her head up and said, “Huh-uh, it’s my turn.” He tore off the package and handed the bar of soap to her. She took it between her palms and rubbed them together. He was dying to fuck her. He felt like he was dying inside, but at last her hands were on his body, rubbing his shoulders gently with the soap and running them down his arms all the way to his hands. He took a step back and let her put her hands on his chest. The way she washed him made him never want to take another shower alone. She took her time. Her touch was both soft and hard, the epitome of eroticism, and it only got better.

She reached up and aimed the showerhead at his body, letting the soap wash off his skin and down into the drain. When the top half of his body was free of soap, she slid her body down his, running her breasts across his cock and almost making him scream. Finally, she landed on her knees and her hands were on his thighs. She gripped him with her fingers and began to massage the area around his cock and balls. He was groaning, and it was his turn to call out her name. He put his hands in her wet hair and tangled it around his fingers just as she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it and then she sucked the shaft all the way in until it hit the back of her throat. She was fucking phenomenal. Chopper had been fucking every woman he could get his hands on since he was a senior in high school, but he’d never experienced something like this before. She wasn’t just good at sex; it was like their bodies were in tune with one another.

She was sucking and licking and playing with his balls and the water was turning cold but he didn’t even care. He tightened his grip on her hair and said, “I’m going to come, Chelsea, you might want to stop.” She muttered something with her mouth full of his cock, but she didn’t let it slide out. Instead she seemed to tighten the suction on it, and one of her hands came up and her fingernails scratched into the flesh of his chest and stomach as she dragged it downward. Chopper was cursing and grasping at the shower door for something to hold onto with one hand and nearly pulling her hair out by the roots with the other as he came…hard, like he hadn’t just come three times the night before. Chelsea didn’t flinch, she didn’t gag, she didn’t stop what she was doing, until what was happening to his body was complete. As soon as it was, he pulled her to her feet and held onto her with one arm and turned off the water with the other. He pulled her into him and he kissed her. He wanted to consume her. It was only supposed to be one night, and not even a full night. He should have been halfway to Sturgis already. But fuck…no fucking way could he just walk away now. No fucking way. He was having that thought as he pulled out of the kiss with his body still shaking and heard himself saying, “You should go to Sturgis with me.”

Chelsea’s face revealed that she was just as shocked by the invitation as he was to hear himself offer it. Not that he didn’t date. It wasn’t always a one-night stand. But fuck, he’d just met this woman. He met her because she ran out in front of him like a crazy person. Someone was following her…shouldn’t I think this through?

“Um…thanks, but I can’t,” she said. He found himself ready to ask her again, despite his own inner dialogue, but the sound of a phone ringing from the other room distracted them both. He knew it wasn’t his; his was all programmed with the likes of Guns N’ Roses, ZZ Top, and AC/DC. “That’s mine,” she said, pushing the shower door open and letting go of him. “I should get it.” She grabbed a towel, and he watched her leave the bathroom. Damn, that’s a pretty sight…one I want to see again, and again. I’m in fucking deep…after what? Twelve hours? Damn.

He stepped out of the shower too, and he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the door wasn’t all the way closed and the walls weren’t that thick. He heard her say, “Mom? Is everything okay?” She listened in silence and then he thought he might have heard her suck in a sob, and that was when he really started paying attention. “But Mom, that’s not fair. This is…Mom, I know, but I’ve looked forward to this all week…” He saw her shoulders shake and he had the urge to go over and put his arms around her, but he stayed where he was. He knew that was way too intrusive, way too soon. “Okay, yeah, you’re right. No, don’t be sorry. I understand. I’m just disappointed. I love you all too, so much. Okay, Mom, I’ll call you on Tuesday. Have fun.” He watched her lower the phone slowly and after a couple of seconds, she straightened her spine and turned toward him with the towel covering the parts of her that he already knew intimately.

“It looks like my plans for the weekend have changed. Can you have me back by Tuesday afternoon?”

Chopper smiled. He didn’t like that she was upset, but he had confidence he could remedy that. “Absolutely,” he said.