Bath Time Invitation

Rebecca shut the apartment door and stayed against it a moment, twenty-two and still warm from the sidewalk. Nikolai had kissed her goodnight like he had all the time in the world. Twenty-five, broad through the shoulders, mouth slow and sure, one hand settled at the small of her back until her knees had gone unreliable. The kiss had ended only because a car passed and the spell broke. Her pulse had not.

"You look wrecked in the best way," Divya said from the couch. Twenty-four, roommate, gray sweatshirt, chopsticks paused over leftover noodles. "Good date?"

"Dangerous date." Rebecca kicked off her heels and dropped her purse on the chair. "He walked me up and then he kissed me like he was deciding whether to ask to come in. I almost said yes. I'm taking a bath before I do something stupid and text him."

Divya snorted. "Hot water. Lock the door if you're going to moan. I'll be out here pretending I can't hear you through the wall."

"He's gone home," Rebecca said, already unzipping her dress on the way down the hall. "I'm just going to soak and forget how good he smells."

She didn't believe herself. In the bathroom she twisted both taps until steam climbed the mirror and blurred her into a flushed shape: tight nipples, a faint thumb-mark at her waist where he'd held her, panties already damp. She peeled them off and stepped into the tub. The water rose around her thighs, then her ribs. She left the faucet running. The stream was hard and steady, louder than her breathing.

She slid lower and angled her hips until it struck her. The first hit against her clit tore a gasp out of her. Too direct. Exactly right. She spread her knees against the porcelain and held herself open with two fingers, guiding the pulse onto the swollen place an hour of wanting him had already made tender. A soft moan escaped before she could swallow it. She pictured his hand instead of hers. His mouth at her throat. The low way he'd said her name, like a question he already knew the answer to.

She rocked into the stream. Heat climbed her belly. Her free hand found a breast and pinched, and she bit her lip, imagining him watching from the doorway with that patient, hungry look. Water beat a rhythm her fingers had never quite managed. Her pussy clenched around nothing. She was close, shameless in her own tub, thighs shaking, when someone knocked at the front door.

Rebecca froze with the water still hammering her clit. For a second she thought she'd imagined it. Then Divya's voice carried down the hall, surprised and bright. "Nikolai? Hey. She's home, but she's in the bath."

His answer was lower, tired around the edges and still polite. Rebecca couldn't catch every word through the running tap, only the shape of it: car, a few blocks, smoke under the hood, phone dying. She heard Divya unlatch the chain and let him in. Footsteps on the hardwood. Divya again, closer to the bathroom door now. "He says it died on Maple. He's asking if he can wait inside until a tow shows, or until he figures out a ride."

Rebecca's hand hadn't left herself. The faucet kept working her, insistent, and the thought of him on the other side of that door made her clit jump under the spray. She didn't want him waiting on the couch while she finished alone. She wanted the night she'd almost asked for on the sidewalk.

"Nikolai," she called, and her voice came out husky, thicker than she meant. "Don't wait out there. Come take a bath with me. Stay the night."

A beat of silence. Divya laughed once, delighted and unsurprised, and said something about headphones and her room. Then Nikolai, nearer the door, careful. "Rebecca. You sure?"

"I'm sure." She spread her knees wider, water sluicing over her stomach. "Door's unlocked. I want you in here. I want you to stay."

The handle turned. Steam rolled out to meet him. He stood in the doorway in his date clothes, jacket open, hair a little windblown, eyes going dark when he saw her in the tub with her hand between her thighs and the faucet pouring straight onto her pussy. He shut the door behind him. The lock clicked.

"Car really broke down," he said, voice rough. "Three blocks. I started walking back before I talked myself out of it. Then I heard you."

"Good." She didn't cover herself. "Take your clothes off."

He did, unhurried and thorough, watching her the whole time. Shirt, belt, pants, boxers. Twenty-five and solid, cock already thick and lifting as the steam hit his skin. Rebecca's mouth went dry. She had been fucking the water and pretending it was him; now he was real, and her body answered like it had been waiting on exactly this permission.

He stepped in. Water sloshed over the rim and onto the mat. The tub was not built for two, and that made it better. His thighs bracketed hers. Heat from him cut through the bathwater. She rose onto her knees before he could settle all the way back, straddled his lap, and dragged her slick folds along the length of his cock. The contact punched a sound out of both of them. She was swollen, dripping, the faucet still drumming against her lower back and spraying fine needles across her ass.

"Been doing that since I got home," she said against his mouth. "Thinking about you. Saying your name in my head while I got myself off on the tap."

"Then let me finish what I started on the sidewalk." His hands found her hips, big and steady, not pushing, just holding. "Tell me if you want me inside."

"I want you inside." She reached down, fitted him to her entrance, and sank.

The stretch stole her breath. Hot, thick, deeper than the water had any right to prepare her for. She took him in one slow drop until her ass met his thighs and her clit kissed the base of him. For a moment she only shook there, full, forehead against his, the running faucet hissing behind her. Then she started to ride.

Water slapped the porcelain with every grind. She rolled her hips, lifting until just the head stayed in her, then dropping again, greedy for the drag. Nikolai's grip tightened. He thrust up to meet her, not rough, just deep, and the tub rocked. Her moans got louder. She didn't care if Divya heard. She wanted the sound. She wanted him to hear what he did to her.

"Fuck, Rebecca." His mouth found her throat, then her breast, tongue circling a nipple while she bounced. "You feel—God. So tight. So wet I can feel it even in the water."

"Harder." She braced her hands on his shoulders and rode him faster, clit grinding his stomach on every downstroke. "Don't be polite. I invited you in. Use me."

He did. His hands locked her hips and he fucked up into her, steady and strong, until her rhythm broke and she was just taking it, gasping, tits bouncing, water streaming off her back. Pleasure coiled hard and low. She was close again, closer than she'd been alone, but she wanted the faucet on her when she came. She wanted both.

"Turn me," she panted. "From behind. Leave the water on."

He helped her lift off, cock slick and flushed, and she turned in the cramped tub, knees planted, chest low, ass up. The stream hit her clit the second she spread for it. She cried out. Nikolai knelt behind her, one hand spanning her hip, and pushed back in.

This angle was deeper. He filled her in long strokes, the head nudging something that made her vision spark, while the faucet hammered her swollen clit without mercy. She reached back and held his thigh, pulling him in. "Yes. There. Don't stop. Fuck me just like that."

He didn't stop. The bathroom filled with the wet sound of him, her moans, the endless rush of water. His other hand slid under her and pressed her gently into the spray so it never left her clit. She shook. Her pussy clenched around him in quick, helpless pulses. She was loud now, shameless, saying his name, saying please, saying she was going to come.

"Come on my cock," he said, low at her ear. "I've got you. Let it happen."

It happened. The orgasm tore through her in a shuddering wave, clit pulsing under the hard stream, cunt gripping him so tight he groaned and lost his rhythm. She came and kept coming, thighs quaking, water splashing, one hand slapped flat on the tub edge. Nikolai drove through it, deep and desperate, and then he was coming too, hips locked to her ass, spilling hot inside her while she trembled and took every throb.

They stayed like that until the aftershocks thinned. He eased out, turned the faucet down to a trickle, and drew her back into his lap in the warm water. She was boneless. He held her close, mouth at her neck, kissing the wet skin there with a tenderness that made her eyes sting.

"Stay," she murmured, already half gone.

"I said I would." Another kiss, softer, under her ear. "Towels. Then your bed. We'll do the bath again. Soon. Whenever you invite me."

They climbed out on shaky legs, dried each other without hurry, and made it to her room. Under the sheets he curled around her, arm heavy at her waist, breath evening against her hair. Rebecca smiled into the dark, spent and certain, and let sleep take her with his hand still resting where the water had been.