I'll handle it

Chapter 24 - I'll handle it

They were both filthy.

Sweat, spit, cum, and the sharp scent of sex clung to every inch of skin. It coated her thighs, streaked his stomach, and stuck in the hair at the base of his cock. Neither of them wanted to stay like that, so they went straight to the bathroom.

Torin skipped the shower and filled the bathtub instead. He turned the taps until the water ran hot and let it rise high. Steam filled the small room. Once the tub was deep enough he climbed in first, the hot water closing around his legs and hips. Then he reached for Leena, pulled her down between his spread legs, and guided her back against his chest.

She settled into him with a long breath. The warm water rose around their bodies, covering her stomach and breasts. Her bare ass rested right against his still-half-hard cock, the soft weight of her pressing into him under the water.

Torin’s arms came around her loosely, one across her waist, the other resting along her thigh. His mouth dropped close to her ear. When he spoke his voice was low and rough.

“Does that boss of yours still harass you?”

Leena was quiet for a second. The only sound was the soft shift of water around their bodies. Then she started talking, voice low and steady even though her shoulders had gone tight against his chest.

Yesterday he had cornered her in the supply room. The door clicked shut behind them and his hands went straight under her shirt. He squeezed her tits hard enough to leave red marks that still ached hours later, rough fingers digging into the soft flesh while his breath hit hot and heavy against her neck. She tried to twist away, elbows pushing, but the space was too small and he kept pressing closer until she could feel the full weight of him trapping her against the shelves.

Today it got worse.

He came up behind her at her desk in the middle of the open kitchen. No one looked up, so he grabbed her by the waist without asking, fingers locking hard, and started humping against her ass right there—short, deliberate grinds that made her stomach turn. She had to shove him off with both hands and walk fast for the bathroom just to get away, the imprint of his grip still burning on her hips.

But she still had to go back tomorrow. She didn’t have a choice.

Torin listened to every word without interrupting. His arms stayed loose around her, body still, the only movement the slow rise and fall of his chest against her back. When she finished he simply said, voice flat and certain,

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

Leena tilted her head back and kissed the underside of his chin—soft, grateful, lips warm against the wet skin.

Torin looked down at her.

She stretched up further, water shifting around their bodies, and pressed her mouth to his. He kissed her back just as slow. Lips lingering, tasting the heat of her, tongue sliding against hers once in a deep, deliberate stroke before he broke the kiss.

His hands moved under the water and closed over her tits again. Full, wet, heavy in his palms. He started kneading them the same way he had earlier—firm, thorough squeezes that pushed the soft flesh up and together. His thumbs dragged across her nipples in slow circles until they stiffened into tight peaks under the hot water.

Leena folded her legs up, knees rising out of the surface, and lifted her hips. The movement dragged her wet cunt along the full length of his cock, the soft folds parting and sliding over the hard ridge. A low sound left her throat.

Torin reached down between them, gripped his thick shaft, and set the swollen head right against her hole. She sank back onto him in one smooth reverse-cowgirl drop. Her cunt stretched wide and took every inch while the water rippled hard around their bodies, small waves breaking against the sides of the tub as she settled fully onto him.

She started riding.

Slow at first—rolling her hips in a deep, wet circle that dragged her cunt along every thick inch of him. She lifted almost all the way off and dropped back down, water splashing over the rim of the tub with every bounce. Her ass slapped wetly against his stomach, the sound sharp and filthy in the small bathroom.

Torin kept one hand on her tits, kneading the heavy wet flesh, and the other locked on her hip, guiding the pace. Every time she came down he thrust up hard to meet her, driving deeper, the force sending more water over the edge. The bath turned cloudy and hot around them, the scent of sex rising with the steam.

He fucked her like that until her thighs started shaking. Her cunt clenched tight around his cock in sudden, hard flutters. She came first—a long, broken moan echoing off the tiles as her body locked up around him, hips jerking, walls pulsing and squeezing.

Torin followed right after.

He drove up hard, burying himself to the root, and flooded her again. Thick pulses of cum pumped deep inside her while the bathtub water rocked hard around their joined bodies, small waves spilling over the side with every final grind of his hips.

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