One on One Bathtub Fun

Ryan groggily came to his senses, slowly glossing over his room and realising that he was alone, no sunlight piercing through the curtains yet. He sat up, leaning against the backboard of his bed as he sighed, glancing to his left and seeing that his bedside clock read 7am. And right in front of it was a some tablets and a note written on a piece of paper.

'Ryan,
I'm really sorry for not sticking around until you woke up. You just looked so peaceful that I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. You kept mumbling about how you were fine so I left these here for you just in case. Work called me in early and they didn't specify why, but I'm assuming it has something to do with the delivery. I'll see you later!
-Leah'

He chuckled, reaching for the tablets and glass of water, downing both quickly and tossing the now empty glass back on the table. As he settled back down, he felt the familiar twinge in his boxers, another sigh coming out as his ‘morning wood’ pulsed against the fabric of his boxers.

Throwing off the blankets, he watched as his dick pushed through the waistband, her head poking out and giving him a smirk.

"Morning, babe," Ryan muttered.

"Morning, Ryan. Slept well?" Chase replied, her tone cocky.

"Yeah, slept alright. What's got you in such a good mood?" Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that I’ve always dreamed of having you suck me off~” Chase smirked, her tone playful.

Ryan sighed, shaking his head, "Of course. That's all you can think about, isn't it?"

"Aww, c'mon babe. Don't be like that. You know you enjoyed it. And since I did, there’s definitely a part of you that did too," Chase purred, her shaft vibrating.

Ryan sighed again, shaking his head, "You're impossible."

"And yet, you love me," Chase smirked, her tone teasing.

"Yeah, yeah," Ryan chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"So… how do you feel about a quickie? We've got another whole day together. Plus, it would give you an excuse to shower again," Chase’s tone was devious.

Ryan paused, biting his lip.

"Don't you wanna cum, babe?" Chase purred, her tone seductive.

Ryan furrowed his brow, hesitating, "I-I dunno..."

"Oh come on, don't act like you don't want to. I can tell you do," Chase taunted, her voice low.

"I get that you’re my dick… and you’re horny by nature. But what about me? What if I straight up don’t want to?" Ryan asked, his tone serious.

Chase was silent for a moment as she pointed at Ryan’s face for an uncomfortable amount of time. Chase frowned as she fully wiggled her way out of his boxers,

“I’ve got my own needs, dude. My own urges. I‘ve been playing by your rules for YEARS, and never complained about it. I know what I did yesterday was a little over the top, but you gotta understand… I was pent up. All that built up tension over the years, all those nights we spent watching porn together and imagining what it would be like. And then out of nowhere I’m finally able to do those things? You can see why I went a little overboard, can't you?” Chase pleaded.

Ryan stared at his dick, noticing a hint of finality in her voice. He groaned, putting his fingers to his temple and rubbing in a circular motion.

"I understand. It’s just… weird, you know? Having my needs clash with my own dick’s needs," Ryan reasoned, his tone frustrated.

"I'm not just a dick, dude. I'm your dick. So, my needs are your needs. And when you feel good, so do I," Chase explained, her tone serious.

Ryan frowned, not sure how to respond. He felt Chase twitch as his drive started to climb thanks to her.

"C'mon, just a quick one. You'll feel much better afterward, I promise," Chase licked her lips, a bit of pre oozing out. She pointed toward the bathroom and almost as if his legs were directly under her control, Ryan started to walk toward the door.

“Nnngh. You’re such a fucking manipulator…" Ryan grunted, trying to keep his breathing steady.

"Oh please, as if you weren't gonna cave in. This is just speeding up the process. And hey, it's not my fault that I'm good at this," Chase smirked, her voice low as her attitude shifted back into her seductive & manipulative ways.

"What about that whole speech you gave me about respecting my boundaries?" Ryan retorted.

"Oh, pffft. C'mon, Ry. That was like five minutes ago. Besides, you’re the one walking us!” Chase brushed him off.

Ryan couldn’t believe it, “Because you keep filling my head with—“

“Nuh uh, don't try and blame me. I gave us a little nudge, but the rest was on you. The only reason we're walking towards the shower is because you're enjoying it," Chase smirked, her voice confident.

"How do you figure that?" Ryan scoffed.

“Because you’re the one making me hard now~" Chase replied, her tone playful.

Ryan sighed, shaking his head.

"What? Can't handle the truth? It's ok, babe. I'll go easy on you," Chase chuckled, her tone mischievous.

"Whatever," Ryan muttered, his expression defeated.

Chase was quiet as Ryan pushed her back into his boxers before pulling them down, stepping out of the garment and entering the bathroom. He looked between the bathtub and the shower, opting for the shower as he took a step toward it.

“Stop, stop, stop. Not so fast. We're taking a bath, not a shower," Chase demanded, her voice firm.

Ryan paused, his expression confused, "Why a bath? A shower is much faster."

"And we’re not in a rush, Ry-guy~” Chase purred, her tone mischievous.

Ryan hesitated, his brow furrowed.

"You know you wanna~" Chase sang, her voice soft.

Ryan rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he walked towards the tub and turning the faucet, plugging the drain as the water began to fill the basin.

"Atta boy," Chase smirked, her shaft pulsing.

Ryan ignored her, watching as the tub filled with water.

"Now, get in," Chase ordered, her tone serious.

Ryan didn't protest, stepping into the tub and sitting down, the warm water soothing his aching muscles.

"There. Wasn't that a good idea?" Chase cooed, her shaft throbbing.

Ryan let out a soft grunt in response, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore her. To his surprise, Chase was incredibly quiet for a handful of minutes, and opening his eyes revealed that Chase was submerged in the water.

He waited patiently, watching the water as it continued to fill the tub, eventually stopping at the brim. A few more moments passed and Chase finally surfaced, flinging herself up and gasping for air. The sight of his body being submerged, except for his dick brought a chuckle to Ryan.

“So like… do you need to breathe? Or was that just for theatrics?" Ryan asked, his tone curious.

“Nah. Just theatrics. As long as you’re breathing then I should be fine," Chase grinned.

Ryan nodded, leaning back as he closed his eyes again. His breaths were gentle as he relaxed, Chase letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Good, right?" Chase asked, her voice hopeful.

Ryan grunted, not bothering to respond.

"Hey, come on. We're having a moment here. Don't ruin it," Chase teased, her shaft throbbing.

Ryan didn't say anything, a small smile creeping across his face. They were both silent until Ryan’s breath started becoming laboured. He felt that invisible hand wrap itself around Chase’s shaft again, slowly moving back and forth.

"Mmm," Chase moaned, her shaft throbbing.

"Fuck," Ryan hissed, his hands gripping the edges of the tub.

"Ah nngh… does that feel good, babe?" Chase asked, her tone breathy.

"Ugh," Ryan groaned, his grip tightening as he nodded.

"Mmm, good. Because it feels fucking amazing to me," Chase growled, her shaft pulsating.

Ryan let out a soft whimper, his eyes fluttering shut as both of their moans reverberated around the room. He felt his shaft throb, his hips bucking slightly as he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. Eyes still closed, he both felt and heard the sound of Chase slapping herself gently against the water.

"Ungh. Fuck," Chase moaned, her shaft spasming.

Ryan opened his eyes, looking down to see her tip poking out of the water.

"Nnngh. Chase," Ryan moaned, his breathing shallow.

"Ah! Nngh. Fuck. You like watching me? Huh? You like watching me stroke myself?" Chase panted, her voice low.

"Fuck yes. I fucking love it," Ryan grunted, his hips bucking.

"You're such a good boy. Watching and letting me cum in front of you. Such a good boy," Chase crooned, her voice husky.

Ryan groaned, his breathing becoming ragged as Chase continued to stroke herself.

"Ah! Fuuuck! Ryan, I'm gonna cum. Oh god, I'm gonna cum," Chase whimpered, her shaft trembling.

Ryan gasped, his breathing heavy as he watched Chase's tip disappear beneath the surface of the water. Chase's moans were muffled, her shaft pulsing and their balls swelling.

Ryan heard Chase moan, her shaft spasming as air bubbles floated to the surface.

The water started to turn into a cloudy white. Chase's moans continued, her shaft spasming as her load continued.

"Oh fuck," Ryan groaned, his hips bucking as his knuckles went white from gripping the sides of the tub. Chase re-emerged, panting as water dripped down her sides.

"Fuck. Oh god. Fuck. Ungh," Chase whimpered, her shaft finally beginning to calm as she squeezed herself.

"Holy shit," Ryan muttered, his eyes wide.
"Hah… that was so fucking good," Chase moaned, her voice raspy.

"Damn," Ryan sighed, his heart rate slowing.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Just relax," Chase murmured, her voice tender.

"Fuck, that was awesome," Ryan chuckled, his breathing steadying.

"I know, right?" Chase agreed, her tone playful.

They both sat there, basking in the afterglow, enjoying each other's presence.

"So, now that you've gotten some relief… you wanna take a shower?" Chase suggested, her tone playful.

"You're kidding, right?" Ryan scoffed, his tone incredulous.

"What? You wanna finish bathing in our cum?” Chase replied, her tone casual.

"I-... fuck, fine," Ryan relented.