Eclipse

Pulling my eyes away from her, I found Spiky watching the two intently. Already, he was starting to get another hard-on.

My attention went back to Kaylee as she followed my gaze. I think she was impressed he was able to get up again so quickly. “Kaylee—”

Her sudden movement cut off my words as she lifted herself off Pierce’s cock. Cum oozed from it as she quickly climbed off the bed. I felt a brief moment of panic as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. “Eclipse,” she said quickly. “This is over.”

Her grip on my arm tightened. I was unable to get a good read on her because she turned away and practically dragged me towards the door, saying something to Spiky as we passed. For a moment, I was afraid she was going to march out without her clothes, but she detoured at the last minute and pulled me into the bathroom. Light on, she closed the door loudly and turned to me. Her face was intense as she stared at me. Two heartbeats passed before she was on me. Much like the other day, we were sucked into the maelstrom of lust and desire as her lips pressed against mine. She threw her weight against me, causing me to stumble back onto the bathroom counter as I met her kisses with my own.

Our kissing didn’t last long.

“Take your clothes off,” she demanded after pulling away.

I wasted no time complying with her orders. As I tossed things aside, I watched as she moved over to the shower and turned it on. Soon, steam was beginning to rise over the curtains.

Naked, I caught sight of her as she stepped inside, giving me a glance over her shoulder. I rushed after her.

She was standing under the showerhead, water running over her as I made sure the curtain was closed behind me. She stepped back, getting as far away as she could. The gap between us wasn’t large, but it felt like a chasm. Lips parted, she stared at me, breathing hard. I saw now what she was doing. Even if the distance wasn’t great, she wanted me to come to her. To chase her. Yet I couldn't move. Not with the commanding gaze she was giving me.

Blue eyes staring at me, I watched as her hand ran down between her breasts, her stomach, before finally reaching the point between her legs. Running her fingers along her slit, she slowly inserted a finger into her. Removing it, she carefully held it up to show me the cum running down her finger. My eyes met hers, confused. Her expression was intense, staring at me as she let her finger touch the water streaming down around her. Within seconds, the water washed her finger clean.

I could barely feel myself breathing as I watched her. That was the moment she released me from my frozen state. I rushed towards her. We were kissing passionately as I pulled her into me. Hot water ran over my skin as I put everything I had into loving those soft lips of hers. She was equally enthralled.

I roughly put her against the wall. I could feel her leg against my side as her arms wrapped around my neck for support. I kissed her lips, her jaw, and finally her neck as my erection rubbed against her stomach. I felt her hand clasp around it, guiding me to her entrance. I pulled my head back slightly as I felt my tip press against her. She met my eyes and we stared unmoving for a moment. I studied her intently as I pushed myself inside her. I wanted to etch every detail into my memory.

Like our first time, we let ourselves go, consumed in the pleasure and lust. There was no way she was comfortable in her spot against the wall, but neither of us cared. I drove myself up into her with all the **** I could muster. The weight of my body crushed her against the cold tile of the shower wall.

“Fuck,” she gasped as I felt her nails against my back. “Fuck me, Scott.” She let out a small squeak, tightening against me as her mouth pressed against my shoulder. I could hear her hard breaths in my ear and felt her teeth against my skin.

“Do you feel it?” she gasped. “Do you feel their cum inside me?”

I almost lost my rhythm there, surprised by her sudden question. I didn’t stop though. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. I was so close.

I heard my name as she whispered it with each thrust into her. “Fuck me harder, Scott. Make me enjoy this as much as I did with them.” I pulled away just enough to look at her. The lust was making us insane. Locking eyes with me, I watched the pleasure dance over her face. “Is this what you like, Scott? You only like fucking me after another guy had his turn?” I could feel the pressure building inside me. Horrified at what I was hearing, I was unable to stop myself, my stomach souring at the same time. “The only way to get hard is watching a man pump his cum into your girlfriend?” We were both staring at each other, knowing the train had left the tracks and there was no stopping what was coming. “God, you are the perfect boyfriend,” she gasped, voice getting higher as she neared the edge. “You are going to watch so many guys shoot me full of cum.”

I hated that I was cumming to her saying that, but it was already too late to stop it. I hated how I shot my load over her stomach in such an intense orgasm, my vision darkened enough that I thought I was going to pass out. At the same time, Kaylee was enjoying her orgasm. I think the only reason we didn’t collapse was because we were clinging to each other so tightly for support.

Pressed against her, my breath was ragged as I felt her hot body against me. I didn’t look at her. I didn’t dare to, not wanting to see her face or let her see mine.

We stood in silence for a long time before she shifted against me. I felt sick. Genuinely sick. It was all I could do to stop from hurling. Sudden movement on my part would probably end that fight real quick.

“Scott?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh… This is really uncomfortable.”

I slowly backed away, head down. She wasn’t looking at me either as we took a moment to clean ourselves off in silence. Now that the lust had fallen away, I think we were both equally confused right now.

Kaylee got out first, grabbing a towel and wiping herself off. I watched her conflicted expressions in the mirror as I took my towel and began drying off.

“You okay?” she asked, pausing to look over at me.

I almost said I was fine, but my body answered for me. I only managed to get to the toilet before the remnants of dinner splattered into the bowl. Even when there was nothing left to give, I continued to dry heave. Only when the last remaining energy was spent did I manage to flop back against the bathtub. Kaylee was by my side the entire time, her hand against my back and shoulder. Even now, she wiped at my face before tossing the paper and flushing the toilet.

“What was that?” she asked, concern in her face. “You okay?”

“No. Not okay. None of this is okay!”

She jerked back at my raised voice, shocked.

“Scott—” I slapped her hand away as she reached for me. I could feel it all collapsing. The flimsy foundation had buckled and nothing could stop the whole thing from tumbling down. Not like this. This wasn’t what I wanted at all.

Somewhere during my meltdown, Kaylee panicked and left the bathroom. The isolation helped me scoop up the broken pieces of my mind and tape them back together long enough to start getting dressed. Already, I could feel myself calming down.