Follow the River

Coach might’ve skipped on some first world necessities, such as central heating, but he most definitely made up for it with the bomb ass design of this bathroom. Well, mostly this shower, with the glass divider and door separating the rest of the room from the river rock mosaic floor and rough stone wall of the shower. They contrast with the smooth, cut tiles on the adjacent walls situated with the shower heads. There’s two of them, allowing water to pour down from both sides.

Pulling out my phone, I co

Fucking ironic.

After testing the water’s temperature, I step through the opening and under the spray, the glass door closing behind me.

I allow the water to cascade over my body, wetting my hair and skin before grabbing some body wash from the small alcove in the stone wall. Just as I’m lathering some suds in my hands, I hear the sound of the glass door banging closed.

Before I know what is happening, Rain’s hands are forcing my chest and stomach against the stone wall, using his whole body weight to keep me there. My vision blurs and I realize it’s because his initial push caused me to hit my head on a rock jutting out from the wall. The rough material scrapes against my skin where it makes contact, and I can already feel blood trickling down from my busted brow.

I don’t have long to formulate a thought, let alone a plan on how to escape him, when his hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them wide, his chest pressing me harder against the wall.

And even though I know it’s coming, nothing could prepare me for the moment he slams his cock into me, hard and fast.

I suck in a ragged breath through clenched teeth, exhaling on a hiss.

The first thing I feel is discomfort, followed by a thousand knives cutting me open as he buries himself inside my tight hole. It’s a sensation I’m not used to when it comes to getting fucked. Since it’s generally a common fucking courtesy to prep your fucking partner before you slam your cock into their ass.

You know, instead of going in as dry as the Sahara fucking Desert.

Contrary to popular belief, water does not substitute as lubricant.

My intuition tells me Rain knows that.

He wraps an arm around my body and grips the front of my throat, his forearm resting flush against my chest between the valley of my pecs. His grasp is just strong enough that he constricts my airway, but it’s not to the point where I can’t breathe.

Not that it matters, I’m still completely breathless from the shock and pain of his cock filling me.

My lungs are desperate for air when he starts moving inside me, sliding in impossibly deeper until he is fully seated with his hips flush against my cheeks. The friction is causing my ass to throb with each of his movements, the ache only getting worse. He might as well be ripping me in two.

“Lube,” I choke, my voice strained from his grip on my throat and the pain coursing through me.

“Fuck you,” he growls in my ear, thrusting into me once, twice more.

If it weren’t for the agony I’m currently in, my first retort would have been you already are. But instead, a cry escapes my lips and I breathe out anguished please.

He pulls his cock from inside me, his fingers still wrapped around my throat as he reaches for the bottle of body wash in my peripheral. At this point, his hand on me is the only thing keeping me upright. My knees shake as torment and rage wracks my body with a vengeance.

A few moments later, when he’s nice and soaped up, I feel his crown back at my crease. He nudges the head past my rim and I wince, the intrusion agonizing from him entering without lubricant the first time. Adding the soap only causes more of a burn, and I bite my lip hard as he slides in smoothly this time, stilling once he’s completely inside me.

God, he’s fucking huge.

Obviously I know he is. I had him in my mouth and down my throat only a few weeks ago.

But I’ve never been fucked like this with a cock built to split me in half.

“Hands on the wall. Brace yourself.” His words come out as a barked command and immediately I obey, thankful it gives me a moment to adjust to the sting and his presence this time before he starts moving again.

My ass feels like it’s on fire as his length works the soap into the fissures and cracks I’m sure are now present inside me. Even my first time bottoming didn’t hurt nearly this bad.

I grit my teeth and adjust my stance, spreading my legs a little wider in hopes of easing some of the discomfort. Rain takes full advantage of this and with his other hand, grabs onto my hip, using it and the leverage from his grip on my neck to impale me on his cock. His thrusts are long, hard, and deliciously slow, reaching deeper than I’ve ever experienced before.

After a minute or two, the pain gives way to pleasure and I start moving with him, pressing back into him with each thrust. Soon our bodies are slick with the mixture of water and sweat. Lust ignites in my veins and my cock feels impossibly hard between my legs.

He feels so damn good.

I fucking hate it.

I should be fighting him off, pushing back, trying to gain some goddamn control in this encounter. But fuck, submitting to him in this moment, letting him have his way with me, is only making me hotter.

Rain groans and starts fucking me harder and faster, squeezing my throat so tight I start to see stars, only to loosen his grip right when I think I might pass out.

His hot mouth licks at the muscles of my neck and shoulder before he bites down on my trapezius. Hard. He pierces the skin and I gasp when I feel him lick up the mixture of water and blood pooling on my shoulder.

Another moan blended with pleasure and pain escapes me.

“I knew you’d like it rough,” Rain grunts as he pistons his hips in quick, fluid motions, railing into me without abandon.

Fucking Christ, he feels good.

The burning pain of his initial thrust is long gone, replaced by toe-curling bliss with each and every pass his cock takes over my prostate.

My own dick aches between my legs, so stiff it might explode. I whimper, needing more contact. It’s begging for his attention, for relief.

Knowing he won’t give me what I need, I remove one of my hands from the wall to stroke myself, but Rain slams into me harder when he notices, forcing my palm back to the wall to keep my balance. It’s either that or end up with my face pressed against the rough stones once again.

Rain leans forward, his hot breath wafting over my neck and ear as he grips my throat tighter. “Is it everything you thought it would be, Riv? Me fucking your ass from behind, hard and fast?” His taunts only serve to turn me on more.

Fuck, I need him to touch me, jack me, something.

“Yes,” I pant, pushing my hips back to meet him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.

“Good to hear. Because make no fucking mistake about it. The fact that I don’t have to look at your face as I pound you into the wall is the best fucking part of playing out your little fantasy.”

His words are like a bucket of ice water being thrown on me. My desire and building orgasm quickly dissipate from a raging fire into nothing more than a dull twinge.

This asshole. Using my own words against me.

He must know I’m about to come back with a snappy retort, because he practically crushes my windpipe in his palm, effectively shutting me up before I even have the chance to speak.