Evan Peters Shower Scene Novels & Stories

Evan: Can I see you tonight? I closed my eyes. Me: I shouldn’t. Evan: Please. I typed, deleted, typed again. Me: An hour. That’s all. Evan was already there when I arrived. He stood by the window, hands in his pockets, tension etched into every line of his body. “You look exhausted,” he said. “So do you,” I replied. He turned. “Something’s wrong.” I let out a breath. “Ethan took the fall.” Evan froze. “What?”

My mind was already in the midst of possible snerios, and I try to keep my moans at a minimum. As my knees start to buckle from the pleasure, I hear the door open, I gasp. "Evette?" Thane's voice makes my heart hammer in my chest and the shower head slips from my grip and flings water everywhere. Thane gets soaked, and I stand naked staring at him from in the shower. He looks at me, and I can feel my cheeks flush. Damn it, can't a woman get some privacy?

Evander almost ran her over. “Sorry, Abby,” Evander yells too. I’m up against the shower wall and Evander and I have yet to use soap. But we are enjoying the hot water. After the longest shower of my life, we are dressed and ready for breakfast. “You two look happy,” Kesly comments as we sit. “They should be, Evander was more than eager. I hope Marcella got to enjoy it a little,” Abby laughs. “Sorry for almost knocking you over,” Evander says.

“For your cock.” “You should put it in the fridge.” Eva carried it and moved to the kitchen. “How about sex in the shower?” William said when she walked in. Eva smiled at the idea. “Not a bad idea.” She took off her clothes until all that was left was a purple silk lingerie. William left his boxers. I’m the bathroom, William turned on the shower and let the water fall on their body. He began to kiss every inch of her upper body. Eva didn’t feel the excitement she felt when Denzel touched her but the mere thought that Denzel was angry with Kate gave her all the pleasure she needed. She didn’t moan or sigh, instead she chuckled as William undressed her under the shower and pulled her nipples.

Perhaps, it was Caleb’s rivals. But, if it was a rival, why did they kill Sherry instead of Caleb? The slamming of the door made me divert my attention back to reality. Evan shuffled towards me with a bowl and a towel dangling from his shoulder. The bed dipped as he sat beside me and kissed my forehead. He soaked the towel in the iced water in the bowl and pressed it against my burning forehead. All the hairs on my skin sprang up and shivers broke out all over my body.

I purred, lathering my own hands with body wash. “It’s a shame,” he sighed, his eyes falling closed with contentment when I put my hands on his chest. “It really was a beautiful painting.” “I have a picture, remember.” A picture I could never show anyone, not without exposing Evan. The soup cut through the paint, running down Evan’s pale skin as the water washed it away. It felt odd, touching him in the shower like this. The water had warmed his skin so much that he could almost pass for human.

He needs to think things through! - Caroline went upstairs to find Evan already out of the study. The second floor reeked of cigarette smoke. Caroline held her breath, entering the bedroom to see Evan. She sat on the sofa, waiting for Evan to finish his shower. Evan emerged half an hour later, wearing only a bath towel, yet there was no steam. Caroline looked at him in shock. "Did you take a cold shower?" Evan confirmed, "Yes." Caroline frowned, handing him a bathrobe. "It's still cold. You'll get sick doing that!"

Back then it had been ruining her leather jackets in a clear stream of water. Today. Right now. It was kissing this man. "Shame, blondie. I was really looking forward to it. Take a shower. Try to not move that foot too much. We'll be out of here in no time." Evan placed the fluffed towel on her shoulder, turned the shower on and walked out without a back-look. Let her stew, he thought.

The day had flown by, and it was almost nine o’clock. “We waited for you,” Evan said. “And it was worth the wait.” He winked at me. “I’ll let you get settled in, my dear.” Peter said, smiling and looking back and forth between me and Evan. Then he headed back over to the fireplace, where I saw he’d been smoking a pipe. “Come on,” Evan said. “Your stuff beat you here and I got some of it set up in your room. I want to show you where everything went.”

ETHAN “How did I let you talk me into this,” Piper whispers, as we hide in the shower stall. The bathroom has a revolving door at this hour. People coming and going, probably getting ready for the same party I’m supposed to be getting ready for. Instead, I’m hoisting Piper up, supporting her back against the tile wall, and wrapping her legs around my waist. It’s risky, fucking her here. But I’d be a liar if I denied it’s been on my mind all day. Piper under the hot spray with soap suds on her amazing tits. It’s a mouthwatering sight. I grip the condom off the shelf.