The steam curls around us like it’s alive, clinging to our skin as the scalding water pounds down from the showerhead. I step back against the slick tiles, letting the heat seep into my bones while I scrub my arms with the cheap bar of soap that smells like chlorine and something faintly floral. Nikki’s just on the other side of the half-open door, her laughter mixing with the hiss of the radio playing some pop shit from the early 2000s. The sound is muffled, but I can still make out the words.
Then the door swings wider.
Harry slips in, his shoulder brushing mine as he tries to close it behind him. The latch doesn’t catch, so he just leaves it like that, our bodies pressed together in the too-small space. His skin is slick, soap dripping down his chest, and I can’t help but stare at the way his muscles flex as he turns to face me. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough. “This is worse than the locker room.”
I bite my lip, my fingers tracing the water droplets sliding down his collarbone. “Or better.”
His hand finds my waist, pulling me flush against him. The heat between us is unbearable, or maybe that’s just the water. Probably both. His cock is already half-hard, pressing against my thigh, and I grind against him without thinking.
“Nikki,” he groans, his mouth crashing into mine.
The kiss is desperate, hungry, our tongues sliding together as the water beats down on us. I can taste the salt of his sweat, the faint hint of mint from his gum. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave marks, and I whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck. “I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.”
I tilt my head back, giving him better access. “Yeah? What were you thinking?”
His teeth graze my skin. “About bending you over the side of the pool and fucking you right there where anyone could see.”
A shiver runs through me at the thought. “God, Harry.”
His hand slides between my legs, his fingers finding my clit with practiced ease. I’m already wet, my pussy aching for him, and he groans when he feels how ready I am.
“You’re so fucking soaked,” he murmurs against my ear. “You want this, don’t you?”
I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as he circles my clit with his thumb. “Yes. God, yes.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. The sound of the water and Nikki’s singing masks most of the noise, but I can still hear the wet slide of his fingers as he fucks me with them.
“Harry—” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Shh,” he whispers, his free hand covering my mouth. “You have to be quiet.”
I nod again, my hips rolling against his touch. He pumps his fingers faster, his thumb working my clit in tight circles, and I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Come for me, Nikki. Come on my fingers.”
I bite down on his palm, muffling my scream as the pleasure crashes over me. My walls clench around his fingers, my juices dripping down his wrist, and he groans, his cock twitching against my thigh.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers free. He brings them to my lips, and I suck them clean, tasting myself on his skin.
His cock is rock hard now, jutting out from his hips, and I drop to my knees without hesitation. The water streams over us, but I don’t care. I need to taste him.
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I lick the tip, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. He groans, his fingers tangling in my hair, and I take him deep into my throat, gagging slightly on his length.
“Fuck, Nikki,” he hisses, his hips jerking forward. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder, my hand stroking the base of his cock. His thighs tense beneath my palms, and I know he’s close.
“Gonna come,” he warns, his voice strained.
I don’t let up. I hollow my cheeks even more, my throat working around him as I take every last inch. He groans, his cock pulsing as he spills down my throat, his cum thick and hot. I swallow every drop, licking him clean before pulling back with a satisfied smile.
Harry helps me to my feet, his hands cupping my face as he kisses me again. “You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my lips.
I smirk. “So are you.”
The door to the shower creaks open, and we both freeze. Mia’s voice cuts through the steam. “You guys almost done? I need to wash my hair.”
Harry and I exchange a glance, our breaths still coming fast. Then we burst out laughing, the tension melting away.
“Yeah,” I call back, my voice steady. “Be right out.”
Harry winks at me, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. “Later?”
I bite my lip. “Definitely later.”
And with that, we step out of the shower, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of what just happened. The communal shower is still steamy, the radio still playing, and the world outside our little bubble feels a million miles away.