Hot Water
No, I only wish this was a mini fic about riding Sharlto’s lead singer brother, but here’s a little mini fic involving shower smut.
Yes, shower sex is completely a cliche and in no way looks safe or comfortable, but with the image of Kruger and wet boxers in mind, it seems like a pretty fun time.
Enjoy!
Olivia had a particular routine for her baths. After finding clean clothes, she’d slip into the small bathroom, the only one in Kruger’s shabby home, and leave the door unlocked for the possibility of him sneaking in. That was still taking some getting used to. Her fingers were so accustomed to finding the lock and keeping him out, to keep her privacy. Her baths were the one thing that gave her some time alone, to hear herself think and escape those black eyes and probing stare. She would sink beneath the steamy surface and bathe in the sound of her heart beating steadily and the muffled echo of the streets just outside. Sometimes she was interrupted by the sound of the lock, followed by heavy boots and a nicotine-laced voice. All he ever did was talk—about anything and everything—while she listened through the thin plastic curtain that kept them apart. Maybe it was just how he wanted to unwind, but she didn’t mind. After a while, she even joined him, replying with more than just a soft “Mhm” or a nervous giggle.
Then, after their first possessive fuck, a few more, and their inexplicable, budding attachment to one another, Olivia allowed him to bathe with her. This had been an uneasy step, including him in her one quiet place. The same could be said for the tub, as it was quickly proven to be no easy feat to fit one towering mercenary in the same space with a fuller-figured woman. There had been no complaints after the two of them realized just how enjoyable it felt for his cock to rest so snuggly against her ass.
Olivia stepped out of her clothes and left them abandoned on the peeling floor—a trail for a lion to follow after a vulnerable rabbit. The clean clothes sit in the sink, panties sitting atop a pair of cotton shorts and one of Kruger’s vintage Castle Lager shirts. She leaned over the tub and gave the knob a quick tug and the wall a hard knock before the scalding water rushed from the showerhead. It would take at least a minute or two for the temperature to cool, so she found her cheap soaps under the sink and lined them around the tub. One bottle is for her hair, one for her skin, and there’s an odorless bar to lather between her legs. There’s no cute loofa like the ones she had back home, and no cloth to run over her body. There’s only a towel thrown over the rod above and a scratchy mat to step out onto when she’s done. When the water is warm to the touch, she stepped past the curtain and moaned as her tense muscles relaxed.
Minutes later she caught the sound of the door and blinked through the downpour to spy his shadow crossing over the curtain.
“Hey,” she spoke up, licking the water from her lips.
“Make room,” he replied, and the sound of a belt hitting the floor echoed off the walls.
Olivia stepped closer to the wall and pouted at the absence of warm water trickling down her chest. As she scrubbed her hair with the artificial strawberry lather, he crept in behind her. Already she could feel a long grin crossing his face.
“See you’re back to stealin’ my clothes again,” referencing the t-shirt lying in the sink.
“You hardly wear it. The logo is worn and faded beyond belief.”
“It’s the principle of the thing,” he spoke matter-of-factly, teasing her.
When she swiped the suds from her eyes, Olivia turned to face him, only to have her attention immediately drawn down to the boxers still around his hips.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to stop hoggin’ the water, haas.”
“Why are you still wearing those?” she gestured. “You’re going to get them—”
“I’m going to be doubtin’ your smarts if the next word out of your mouth is ‘dirty.’”
“...You know what I mean.” If it weren’t for the steam already making her skin flush, Kruger would have been able to spot the blush spotting the apples of her cheeks.
He stepped closer to the showerhead, giving the waistband a tug as he stood in the water’s spray. Within seconds the fabric was soaked, the grey color turning dark and the material becoming thinner as it clung to him. Olivia could only imagine how uncomfortable the sensation of clingy, wet cotton would feel, but the longer she caught herself staring, the more warmth she began to feel pool between her legs. As if the outline of his strong upper thighs wasn’t enough to make her tremble, the contour of his thick cock made her feel absolutely dizzy. Sucking in through her teeth, Olivia composed herself and reached up to help run Kruger’s bar of soap over his shoulders while he scratched at his scalp.
‘I can’t do this,’ she thought, lathering the suds in her hands and rubbing it across his chest and down his sides. ‘Don’t look at it.’
But how could she not? Not when it twitched the farther down her hands wandered. She could feel her chest swelling, her heart beating wildly, as her nails drummed anxiously along the waistband. She could be forward and slide her hand down and grab him, or she could stroke him through the fabric. Either way, she would have to put aside her timidity, something she was not entirely used to.
Before she could even decide how to approach the growing erection, her attention was snapped back to reality as his hands found her hips. He brought her close and under the rush where the water slipped down her shoulders and breasts. Kruger’s fingers skimmed up her sides, tickling her, until they brushed the curves of her tits. A soft and sudden current struck through her at the stir of his thumbs stretching to roll her nipples. Olivia’s eyes fluttered closed, and she could feel herself swaying along with the radiating warmth within her.
When he came close, pressing into her, she felt her breathing hitch as his cock throbbed against her soft tummy. She wanted to look down between them and see the soft, wet tent snuggled along her skin, or maybe catch the head peeking out from beneath the low-riding waistband. But it seemed Kruger wanted more than just her staring.
“Move.” He forced her to turn, spinning her around, but not before shrugging the soaked boxers down his legs.
Crowding her from behind, Kruger kept her pinned along the cold tile. Olivia’s body shivered from both the chilly assault on her front and from his searing heat. Nuzzling his way into the crook of her neck, the merc tasted the water from her skin. She held to the tile, nails scratching the grout. Kruger’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her ass back to push and sway along his pelvis. The hand gripping her hip swept between her legs, palming her pussy and kneading it fervently, making the small woman squeal.
“Shhh shh shh,” Kruger cooed into her hair, beard scratching her sensitive skin. “None of that, now.”
Olivia caught her breath, only whimpering when his fingers plundered deep and slowly within her. They curled, scissoring her slick walls, stretching her for his cock. When her knees began to buckle, his steady hold on her waist tightened, fingers digging into the plush of her curves. She would slip and fall if it weren’t for his support, his frame cradling hers.
Kruger’s fingers slipped from her pussy, instead moving to palm her back, urging her down as he raised her ass. The water continued to pour over them, tickling her spine and blurring Kruger’s vision. With her hands pressed to the wall, Olivia moaned softly, waiting for his next move. He kicked her legs apart, as far as the tub would allow, and gripped her ass, thumbs spreading her open. She nearly shrieked at the sudden surge, but bit her lip and silently begged for him to fuck her, to destroy her as violently and as passionately as he needed.
Kruger groaned at the sight of her open pussy and trembling thighs. “Mmm, you okay there, haas?” He laughed, rubbing his length along her slit. When the head brushed her swollen clit, Olivia saw stars.
“Yeah, you’re okay...” his voice purred, and with a hand steadying her hip, Kruger pushed his cock past her spread, plump lips, stretching her walls and slipping in snuggly.
Slack jawed, Olivia felt her eyes roll at the hot pleasure enveloping her entire being. He throbbed within her, pulling moans from both lovers. However, Kruger, not a man known to waste any time with his fucking, did not leave her time to fully adjust to the sensation. Within seconds he was rolling his hips leisurely, urging his cock deeper inch by inch. Bracing herself along the wall Olivia whined to let the big beast know just how incredible he made her feel. One thing Kruger loved to remind the little woman of was the blindingly delicious way she squeezed around his length. It was her gift to him, her body’s method of telling his that despite his arrogance, his brute behavior, and his greedy embrace, she loved to please him.
With Kruger’s hands cupping her round hips, he drew her close, cradling her ass along his groin and completely stuffing her.
“So slick there, eh?” he groaned, chuckling breathlessly when she whimpered and squeezed her pussy to work his cock. “Do that again. C’mon.”
Instead of waiting for her to comply, Kruger stretched and tore her arms from bracing the wall, clutching them tight in his grip. Olivia, forced to steady herself despite standing on trembling legs, felt her arms pinned to her side before the merc’s onslaught of harsh thrusts. Each hard drive resulted in her gasping for breath and moaning at the sensations that his fucking gave to her clit. Everything about the moment made her want to scream; from the rush of the water overhead, the pulsing of his cock, and the exciting ache of her breasts as they bounced from his force.
Kruger’s voice was the first to break through the echoes of skin on skin. “Do you deserve it, girl? Hmm?” Keeping a hold of her, he yanked her back by a fistful of her hair. With his lips kissing the shell of her ear he continued. “You earned it? Me comin’ inside you?”
Olivia’s ass was now sore from bouncing atop Kruger’s hairy thighs, and more than anything she wanted to desperately come. “P-Please,” she gasped, just as Kruger forcefully gripped her hip, keeping her still and easy to fuck into. “Oh my god...”
“Have you earned it!?” He growled, the vibrations running up her spine.
“Y-Yes! I’ve been good—please!”
Truth be told, she would have told him anything he wanted to hear just as long as he promised to come inside her. While Olivia held pride in herself for becoming a stronger woman under Kruger’s protection, she still adored submitting herself to his command and perversion.
“Hm.” The merc breathed her in, and no matter the artificial scents and rushing water, he could smell the musk and sweat around them. She was close. “C’mon then, baby,” he breathed, mumbling into her shoulder. “Come all over me, sweetheart. C’mon...I’ll pound this pussy until you come...”
With a shriek Olivia threw her head back and came with stars dancing in her eyes. Her spasming pussy held Kruger tight before pushing him away, only to pull him back in a desperate attempt to keep him.
“That’s a girl—” And with clenched teeth and a hot breath by her cheek, Kruger followed suit and came hard, making sure his cock stayed buried deep inside her.
The water, now lukewarm, soothed the couple as they began to come down from their momentary high. The merc released her hair and reached for the knob, draping himself over the little woman in exhaustion as he did. In return she relaxed into his chest, and somehow the two managed to keep one another upright in their moment of sexual bliss.
“Think I’ll just—“ Kruger peeled himself away from the redhead and in one stride snatched a hold of his Castle shirt. “—Take back what’s mine, now,” he grinned.
“But—” Olivia scrambled after, holding her breasts tight to her chest and fumbling for her panties and shorts. “I need that!”
“Let ‘em breathe.”
“Ugh!”
