I was still bent over the bench trembling, wrecked, dripping his c**k buried so deep inside me I swore I could feel him in my throat.
I was shaking from the orgasm, every nerve raw. But he didn’t let go. Didn’t pull out.
Instead, he leaned down over my back, both hands gripping my hips like he owned me.
“You think we’re done?” he whispered into my ear, voice dark and low.
“You haven’t even felt what I’m about to give you.”
But then.
The door creaked open.
My eyes flew wide.
Footsteps echoed.
Someone had come in. Maybe another swimmer. Maybe a worker. I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
Because he didn’t stop.
He stilled his hips, c**k throbbing deep inside me, and reached up to slap a hand over my mouth.
“Don’t. Make. A sound.”
My heart pounded. The footsteps got closer. I could hea
