Bluewater

Wei’s body was still trembling from the aftershocks, her thighs slick and open on the cool marble counter, when she reached for him.

Her hands, unsteady but determined, found the buttons of his white shirt.

One by one, she undid them, lips brushing his jaw, his throat, the newly exposed skin of his chest with every movement.

Soft, hungry kisses—small nips at his collarbone, a slow lick along the line of his sternum.

Alex let her, his hands resting lightly on her bare hips, thumbs stroking the sweat-damp skin as she worked.

When the shirt hung open, she pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Her mouth followed the path her hands had taken—kissing down his abdomen, tongue tracing the ridges of muscle as she sank lower.

He’s letting me undress him… letting me take control for once…

Her fingers hooked into his belt, tugging it free with a soft clink.

The button of his trousers came next, then the zipper—slow, deliberate, her breath hot against his skin.

When she peeled the fabric down his hips, the thick bulge in his boxers was impossible to ignore—straining, pulsing, the outline unmistakable.

Wei’s gaze fixed on it, and a wave of dizzying lust crashed over her.

God… look at that… so hard for me… because of me…

Her mouth went dry. Her vision blurred for a second with pure, overwhelming want.

She tugged the boxers down.

His cock sprang free—heavy, fully erect, the head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

It bobbed in the air, thick and flushed, veins standing out along the shaft.

Wei stared, transfixed.

I need it… I need to taste him…

Her hand wrapped around him immediately—warm, firm grip sliding from base to tip, feeling the heat, the throb, the slickness at the head.

Alex groaned low, hips twitching forward into her touch.

A fresh drop of pre-cum welled at the slit.

Wei swiped it with her index finger, bringing it to her lips.

She held his gaze as she slipped the finger into her mouth, tongue swirling slowly, tasting the salty essence of him.

Her eyes never left his—dark, wicked, full of promise.

You taste like sin… and I want all of it.

Then she leaned in.

Her lips parted, taking the head into her mouth—soft, wet heat enveloping him.

She sucked gently at first, tongue tracing the ridge, teasing the sensitive underside.

Alex’s hand threaded into her hair, fingers tightening as his breath grew ragged.

Wei took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t yet reach.

She worked him with slow, deliberate pulls—sucking, licking, twisting her wrist in perfect rhythm.

His hips began to rock, shallow thrusts she welcomed, meeting with her mouth.

Give it to me… come in my mouth… let me swallow every drop…

She felt him swell, heard the strain in his breathing.

Alex’s grip in her hair tightened.

“Wei... I’m...”

She didn’t pull away.

He came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick against her tongue.

Wei kept sucking, swallowing greedily, her hand continuing to stroke him through every spurt, milking him until the last shudder left his body and he was spent.

Her eyes flicked upward—just beyond Alex’s thigh, to the dining table only a few feet away.

Chen was still there, slumped face-down but turned slightly toward them in his drugged sleep, his cheek pressed to the tablecloth, mouth slack, eyes closed.

His face was angled directly at them—unseeing, unaware, yet close enough that Wei could see the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

The sight sent a fresh, forbidden thrill racing through her.

He’s right there… facing us… watching nothing while I swallow another man’s cum…

The risk, the wrongness of it, made her final pulls on Alex even slower, more deliberate—drawing out every last drop as if to taunt the sleeping figure beside them.

Only then did she release him, lips glistening, a thin strand of saliva and cum connecting her mouth to the tip for a moment before breaking.

She looked up at him, eyes dark and triumphant, licking her lips slowly.

Alex exhaled shakily, pulling her up into his arms.

Wei melted against him, still tasting him on her tongue.

He’s mine now… and I’m nowhere near done with him.

The kitchen was silent except for three sets of breathing—one deep and steady in sleep, the other two ragged and satisfied.

Alex leaned in, his breath warm and ragged against her lips, eyes dark with lingering hunger.

But Wei placed a gentle hand on his chest, stopping him just short.

A playful, wicked smile curved her swollen lips.

“Wait,” she whispered, voice husky and low, still thick from the taste of him.

“Let me get us some water first.”

She slipped off the counter, her bare feet meeting the cool marble floor with a soft slap.

Her legs were still unsteady, thighs slick and trembling, the faint musky scent of her arousal hanging heavy in the air between them.

The burgundy satin dress lay discarded in a damp heap at her feet, the glossy fabric catching the dim light like spilled wine.

She reached for two glasses from the cabinet, the faint clink of crystal echoing in the quiet kitchen.

Cool water poured with a soft, rushing gurgle, droplets splashing lightly against the glass.

She handed one to him, her fingers brushing his—warm, slightly sticky from earlier.

Alex accepted it, his gaze never leaving her naked body—pale skin flushed pink, breasts rising and falling with each quick breath, nipples still hard and glistening faintly from sweat.

Wei took a slow sip, the cold water sliding down her throat, soothing the rawness from her earlier moans.

She watched him drink, throat working, a single bead of water escaping the corner of his mouth and trailing down his jaw.

Her smile turned teasing, voice a velvet murmur.

“I don’t want you tasting yourself when you kiss me,”

She said, laughter low and throaty.

“At least… not yet.”

The words hung in the air, thick with promise.

Alex’s eyes flashed.

He drained the glass in one long pull, the sound of his swallow loud in the silence.

He set it down with a soft clink and pulled her close again, hands sliding possessively over her sweat-damp back.

This time, there was no hesitation.

Their mouths crashed together—deep, desperate, open-mouthed kisses that tasted of cool water and lingering salt.

Wei moaned into him, the vibration humming against his tongue as it tangled with hers.

She could feel the heat of his bare chest against her breasts, the faint rasp of his stubble scraping her sensitive skin, the thud of his heartbeat matching her own frantic rhythm.

One hand tangled in his hair, nails scraping his scalp, while the other slipped between them, finding his cock—still half-hard, hot and heavy in her palm, the skin velvet-smooth over steel.

A fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, slick and warm as she spread it with her thumb.

She stroked him slowly, firmly, feeling him swell and harden again under her touch—the pulse of blood, the twitch of muscle, the low groan that rumbled from his chest into her mouth.

So fast… he’s ready again… because of me… I can feel him throbbing in my hand, getting thicker, hotter…

Alex’s hips pushed forward into her grip, a sharp inhale hissing through his teeth.

Wei broke the kiss just enough to whisper against his lips, breath hot and ragged.

“Feel that? You’re already hard for me again.”

She stroked faster, thumb circling the slick head, spreading the fresh pre-cum in teasing swirls.

Alex’s hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh, lifting her slightly so she could feel him throbbing against her palm, the heat of him searing her skin.

Wei turned suddenly, the cool marble pressing against her breasts and belly as she bent forward over the counter.

She arched her back sharply, hips tilting up, ass raised high and offered to him—legs spread just enough, thighs glistening with sweat and arousal, the scent of her wetness thick in the air.

Cool marble kissed her hardened nipples; the contrast made her gasp.

She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes heavy with need, voice a breathless command.

“Come here,” she breathed.

“Fuck me. Right now. I need you inside me.”

Alex stepped forward, one hand sliding up her sweat-slick spine, the other reaching between her spread thighs.

His fingers found her immediately—still swollen and sensitive from earlier, her folds slick and open, dripping with the remnants of her previous release.

He traced her slowly at first, parting her with two fingers, gliding through the abundant wetness.

Wei’s breath hitched, hips jerking forward into his touch.

He’s touching me again… I’m still so sensitive… but I’m getting wetter… God, I’m soaking his fingers already…

He circled her clit with deliberate pressure, then slid lower, pushing two fingers deep inside her in one smooth motion.

She clenched around him instantly, a fresh rush of arousal flooding out, coating his hand and dripping down her thighs.

Alex curled his fingers, stroking that devastating spot inside her until she was trembling again, thighs quivering, more wetness spilling freely.

Only then did he withdraw his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to his cock.

He stroked himself slowly, spreading her slick arousal over his length—thick, hot, and rigid—lubricating every inch until he gleamed with her essence.

The sight and feel of it made Wei whimper.

He’s using my wetness on himself… preparing to fuck me with it… I can’t wait anymore…

He guided the slick head to her entrance—hot, ready, throbbing.

Wei pushed back impatiently, a low, needy moan escaping as the thick head nudged her folds, parting them with delicious pressure.

Finally… fill me… take me… make me yours completely…

Alex no longer held back.

With a low, guttural sound, he gripped her hips tighter and thrust forward—slow at first, letting her feel every thick inch as he sank into her, stretching her open in one long, relentless slide until he was buried to the hilt.

Wei’s moan broke free, raw and unrestrained, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the marble as her body adjusted to the sudden, perfect fullness.

Oh God… he’s inside me… so deep… filling me completely… I’ve never felt this full…

He paused, buried to the root, letting her inner walls flutter and clench around him.

The heat of him throbbed inside her, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

She could feel every ridge, every vein, the way he stretched her so perfectly it bordered on pain.

Alex leaned over her, chest pressing to her sweat-slick back, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“You feel that?” he rasped, voice rough with restraint.

“I’m all the way in. You’re taking me so perfectly.”

Wei pushed back against him, desperate for movement.

“Move… please… fuck me…”

He drew back slowly—agonizingly slowly—until only the head remained, then drove forward again in one deep, claiming thrust that made her gasp sharply, breasts sliding against the cold marble.

The rhythm built fast.

Each stroke was deliberate at first—long, deep, grinding strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her, his hips slapping softly against her ass.

The wet sounds of their joining filled the kitchen, mingling with her breathless moans and his low groans.

He’s fucking me… right here… with Chen sleeping so close… I can feel him hitting so deep… it’s too good…

Alex’s hand slid around to her front, fingers finding her clit again—still swollen and sensitive from earlier.

He rubbed in tight, slick circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

Wei’s legs began to shake uncontrollably.

“Harder,” she whispered desperately, voice breaking.

“Fuck me harder… I want to feel you tomorrow…”

He obliged.

Alex’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one driving Wei forward against the cold marble counter, her breasts sliding with the motion, nipples aching from the friction.

Her eyes, half-lidded and glazed with pleasure, drifted across the dimly lit room—and landed on Chen.

He was still slumped face-down at the dining table only a few feet away, one arm dangling limply, chest rising and falling in slow, drugged sleep, completely oblivious.

The sight hit her like a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

He’s right there… sleeping… while Alex is fucking me so deep I can feel him in my stomach…

The forbidden thrill surged through her, sharpening every sensation—the thick drag of Alex inside her, the slap of skin on skin, the way her own wetness dripped down her thighs with every thrust.

The risk, the wrongness—it made everything more intense.

Every thrust felt dirtier, every pulse of him deeper, more possessive.

She pushed back against him, meeting his strokes, chasing the edge faster.

Look at him… sleeping like nothing’s happening… while I’m coming apart on another man’s cock…

His pace turned punishing—hips snapping forward, driving into her with force that rocked her against the counter.

One hand gripped her hip to hold her steady, the other continued its merciless assault on her clit.

The pleasure coiled viciously tight, building faster than before.

It’s coming again… I’m going to come on his cock… with him so deep inside me…

Her orgasm hit like a storm—her entire body seizing, inner walls clamping down around him in fierce, milking pulses.

A sharp cry tore from her throat, muffled against her forearm as she bit down to stay quiet.

Alex groaned low, thrusts turning erratic as her climax pulled him over the edge.

He slammed deep one last time and stilled, pulsing hot and thick inside her—spurt after spurt filling her until she felt it overflow, warm trails sliding down her thighs.

He buried himself deep and spilled inside her again, hot and thick, marking her once more while Chen slept on, utterly unaware.

They stayed locked together, trembling, breathing ragged in the quiet kitchen.

Alex wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her upright so their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together—her back flush against his chest, his softening length still nestled between her thighs.

He held her close, one arm banded across her waist, the other splayed over her stomach, as if to keep her from collapsing.

Their breathing synced—ragged, slowing, the heat of their skin mingling in the quiet kitchen air.

Alex leaned down, lips brushing the damp curve of her shoulder blades, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the salty, sweat-glistened skin.

Each touch was tender now, reverent—tracing the line of her spine with his mouth, tasting the evidence of what they’d just done.

The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of sex, the scene raw and erotic in the dim light—her body spent and marked, utterly claimed.

To be continued…