Chapter 5

Maeve’s POV

Mom was back.

And I was naked with my equally naked step-father by the pool wet and panting and squirming like a bitch in heat. I panicked and didn’t even think before I slapped away Brian’s hands from my body and took my scraps of bikini and ran inside the house.

I ran until I was in my own room and I locked the door. That was the first thing I did. I could not allow Brian to follow me after what he had just done by the pool.

My body was covered in sweat and oil and I smelled of the pool water and I was panting. Panting hard. No one could see me like this…most of all my mother…I could not…

The next thing I did was get in the shower and stand under the cold spray of water.

And that spray did nothing to improve the heat that I was feeling. I rubbed the shower gel on my body as it smelled of vanilla and musk and some kind of spice, it was slightly masculine for my taste but it felt good. After a while, I switched off the shower and shampooed my hair and whilst I was doing that my eyes fell on the showerhead.

My body was already amped up to a degree where I knew that until I came, and came hard my body wasn’t going to respond normally. He had played me like a fucking musical instrument and I had allowed him to.

After a minute of letting the warm water cascade over my skin, it was time. I unhooked the showerhead and laid down on the floor of the tub. I scooted close to the edge and placed my shampoo covered head on the edge of the tub, so that I can just lay back and hold it between my legs. I was aching with anticipation. I start adjusting the showerhead jet settings, getting to my favorite setting. The showerhead is new that the labeling of each setting is etched clearly, and I started checking the water streams to see what the pressure might feel like.

With a sigh, I put my legs up in the air and placed them on the sides of the tub, letting the showerhead settle between my legs. I move it around until I feel it hit that spot. I don't have to stifle my moans, so I let my mouth open and let out long, shallow breaths, before finally giving into deep moans as I rock my hips against the water.

I'm already dangerously close, but I can't help myself from giving into the pleasure. Screwing up my eyes, gripping the shower head and grinding for all it's worth, I let the orgasm overcome me. My legs lock up, the pleasure is so great it's almost painful, and I'm actually silent, simply writhing and tossing my head back. I know I probably look insane, but letting my lust take over like this drives me wild.

Once it becomes too much, I pull the shower head away and let it dangle, spraying around. I'm too exhausted to deal with it right now. I look down. My body is already turning pink, both from arousal and from the warm water. But I'm not done.

I grab the shower head, now dangling at my feet. I place it between my legs, flinching slightly. I'm so sensitive, but I have to squeeze one more in before I get out of the bath. I don't know when I'll get the chance again. I aim it slightly off of my clit to give myself a break, but let myself get aroused again. Once the slight trickle leaves me aching for more, I finally let the stream back onto my clit. I moan in pleasure again, it feels just like it did at the beginning. I could do this all day if I had this house to myself.

I move it around, writhing under the hot water pulsing against my clit. It's so intense, so much more intense than my vibrator at dorms or my fingers or anything I've ever felt. My mouth fell open, falling into wordless moans as I felt my second orgasm approaching. Fighting all instinct, knowing that the result will be sensational, I pull the shower head up and turn it up one setting higher. The stream is going stronger and harder now, and I place it squarely back on my aching clit. I arch my back as soon as it touches me, moaning and gasping. I grind hard against it even though the pleasure is so great I can't even control myself, and I let the orgasm take me.

I scream into my hand, shaking and twisting, my other hand still firmly holding the shower head between my legs. It becomes too much almost immediately, but I kept holding onto it, letting wave after wave of almost painful pleasure crashed through my body, sending me into spasms.

As if by instinct, my hand yanks the shower head away and I let go of it, sitting up and gasping. My wet hair falls in strands around me as I look down to my very red, flushed chest. I shut the water off quickly, standing up and replacing the shower head. The orgasm still courses through my body as I open the shower again and allow the shampoo to wash away from my hair.

With wobbling legs, I hop out of the shower, my arousal still slick running down my leg. I wrap my hair and body in a towel, splashing cold water on my face in an attempt to calm myself down.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I looked clean and showered and smelled even better but my body was the farthest from calm and I could still feel Brian’s stubble on my neck and lips on my skin.

I had no idea how I was going to face him the next time when I faced him again.