Almost Caught

Ryan was still buried deep inside her, hands locked on her tits, when the sound of voices reached them through the sauna door.

Isabella’s eyes flew open in panic. Footsteps. A man’s voice, then a woman’s, getting closer.

“Shit—” she started to whisper.

Ryan’s hand clamped over her mouth instantly, hard and airtight. At the same time he stood up in one powerful motion, still inside her, and turned her around. Before she could fight he shoved her face-down onto the wooden bench, forcing her into a prone position. One heavy hand stayed over her mouth; the other pinned the back of her neck, keeping her cheek pressed against the hot wood.

He dropped his full weight on top of her and drove back in from behind in one deep, claiming thrust.

Isabella’s muffled cry was completely sealed by his palm. The voices outside grew clearer.

“...thought someone was still in here.”

“Nah, probably just the heater. You checking the schedule for tomorrow?”

Ryan didn’t stop. He started fucking her in long, controlled strokes, hips rolling so the wet sound of his cock moving inside her stayed as quiet as possible. Every thrust still forced her body forward against the bench. His hand never left her mouth. His other hand slid under her, grabbed one of her tits, and squeezed hard to keep her still.

Isabella’s eyes were wide with terror. She could hear the two people standing just on the other side of the thin wooden door. If they opened it even a few inches they would see everything — her face-down, Ryan’s dark body covering hers, his thick cock buried in her from behind.

Ryan leaned down, lips against her ear, and whispered so only she could hear.

“Be quiet. Don’t you fucking make a sound.”

He kept fucking her through the entire conversation outside. Slow, deep, deliberate strokes that made her feel every inch. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes onto the wood. Her hands were trapped under her chest. She couldn’t push him off. She couldn’t even beg him to stop without the risk of being heard.

The voices lingered for what felt like forever.

“...anyway, I’m heading out. You coming?”

“Yeah. Lock up the back when you’re done.”

Footsteps finally moved away. The outer door of the locker room area clanged shut.

Only then did Ryan take his hand off her mouth. Isabella sucked in a desperate, shaking breath.

“You—you fucking asshole—”

He cut her off by grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, and slamming into her harder.

“Almost got us caught,” he growled, voice thick with dark amusement. “Guess I need to finish before anyone else shows up.”

He shifted fully into a brutal pronebone rhythm, hips pounding against her ass, driving his big black cock into her with heavy, wet slaps that no longer cared about being quiet. One hand stayed locked in her hair; the other reached under again and mauled her tits while he used her.

Isabella could only take it, face pressed to the bench, body jolting forward with every thrust, the fear of being discovered still thrumming through her even as Ryan fucked her like he had all the time in the world.

His pace grew rougher and more erratic. The wet sound of his cock slamming into her filled the sauna. He yanked her hair harder, forcing her back into a deeper arch so he could drive even deeper.

“Fuck—take it. Take every drop I’m about to give you.”

Isabella’s hands scrabbled uselessly against the wood. Fresh tears slipped from her eyes. She could feel him swelling thicker inside her, the rhythm turning short and punishing.

Ryan buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan and started cumming.

Thick, heavy pulses of cum flooded her cunt in strong spurts. He kept her locked in place, hips grinding hard against her ass as he pumped load after load deep inside her. Isabella felt every jet of it, hot and excessive, until she was completely full. Even after the last spurt he stayed buried, breathing hard, making sure nothing leaked out yet.

Only when he was finished did he slowly pull out.

A thick rivulet of his cum immediately followed, running down the inside of her thigh and dripping onto the wooden bench. Isabella stayed face-down, trembling, legs weak, her used cunt still twitching and leaking.

Ryan stood over her for a moment, chest rising and falling, looking at the mess he had made. Then he reached for his phone on the lower bench.

“Stay still.”

Isabella tried to push herself up. He put a hand on the back of her neck and forced her back down.

“I said stay still.”

He took several photos — her face-down on the bench with his thick cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. He took another from a lower angle, then one that caught the red handprints on her ass and the bruises already forming on her hips.

When he was satisfied he slipped the phone away, grabbed his towel, and wrapped it around his waist again.

“Don’t clean up too fast,” he said, voice casual now. “I want you walking out of here still full of me.”He opened the sauna door, glanced back at her one last time, and left her there — face-down, shaking, and leaking his cum onto the hot wood.