Dirty

Title: Dirty
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Shower sex. In Brazil. Written for fityouinmyheart's Holiday Fic Exchange.
Disclaimer: I don't own them but they kinda own me.

“You’re so lazy,” Kristen giggled as she tried to climb out of his arms.

“Not lazy, just jet-lagged,” he said, pulling her back down onto the bed and rolling over so that he was pinning her down.

“Seems as though the lower half of you is awake,” she said, shifting her hips up to rub against his half-erect cock.

“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish, little girl,” he murmured, gently latching his lips onto her neck.

“Who said I wouldn’t follow through?” she asked coyly.

“We have to be on set soon,” he reminded her quietly.

She smiled wickedly. “Sounds like we need to kill two birds with one stone, then,” she said, gently pushing him off of her and standing up.

He let out a small whine at the loss of contact and pouted at her. “Cockblocker,” he said, not-so-subtly reaching down to adjust his erection.

She rolled her eyes. “Jet lag makes you dramatic,” she snarked, holding her hand out to him. “Come on. This occasion calls for shower sex.”

His eyes grew wide. “Really?” he asked wearily? “You trust me after what happened the last time?”

She giggled. “We were drunk, Rob. That’s water under the bridge. Now, are you going to come back and fuck me senseless in the shower or not?”

He scrambled to his feet so quickly that he almost knocked Kristen over because she wasn’t expecting it.

“Taking a shower has never seemed so inviting,” he teased, leering at her.

She couldn’t help but laugh at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and fisting his t-shirt to pull it up and over his head. “I love my dirty boy,” she whispered.

“Will you scrub me clean?” he whispered back as her lips left a trail of soft kisses down the column of his neck to his shoulders and chest.

“Yes. After you fuck me senseless.”

Without another word, he bent and tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the bathroom of their hotel suite. She playfully pinched his ass until he set her down on the sink.

“Stay,” he ordered before moving to turn the shower on.

When he turned back around to face her, she had removed her t-shirt and was working on taking her bra off. She gave him a cheeky grin as she threw the bra on the floor at his feet. “C’mere,” she whispered.

He stepped forward until he was standing between her legs. Her hands made quick work of his jeans and she pushed them and his boxers down over his hips until his cock sprung free.

He let out a groan of approval when her hand wound around it, spreading the pre-cum down his shaft. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“That’s the plan, baby,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

Without breaking the kiss, he stepped back, pulling her with him so that she was standing. He stepped out of his pants before moving his hands between them and undoing her jeans.

“Get in,” she said, pulling away and moving to slide her jeans down her long legs.

He stepped inside the glass-enclosed shower and watched as his girl moved her hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were hard peaks. Then her hands slid down her flat stomach and inside her skimpy little lace panties. She tossed her head back as her fingers slid over her clit.

“You like watching that?” she murmured, looking at him through hooded eyes.

“So hot,” he said, crooking his finger at her to join him.

She withdrew her hand and quickly slid out of her panties to join him in the shower.

“You wet for me, sweet girl?” he asked, pulling her to him after shutting the shower door.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” she teased, placing her hands on his shoulders.

He let out a growl and bent to take one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking her nipple. As he moved his attention to the other breast, his fingers slid between her legs.

“Shit!” she exclaimed. “Rob, please....”

“Please what?” he asked, kissing her jaw.

“I need....”

“What baby?” He asked just as he curled his fingers inside her.

“FUCK!” she cried.

“Is that what you want, Kristen? You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please, Rob,” she whimpered.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Planting his feet firmly, he hooked his arms under her ass and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.

“Ungggggggg!” she cried out when he pushed up into her, filling her in one quick stroke.

“Holy shit, you feel so good,” he whispered, stilling his movements to get a hold of himself.

“So do you,” she whispered back, kissing him. “I never get tired of having you inside me.”

The moment had gone from rough to tender in the blink of an eye and Rob felt the emotions bubbling up inside him. He pulled her closer and placed soft kisses all over her face as he started to move inside her.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

Her fingers moved to the back of his neck, threading through his wet hair and tugging his head back so that he was angled to face her. She took his lower lip in her mouth, sucking softly before slipping her tongue in his mouth and mimicking the movements he was making with his lower body.

She reveled in the feel of his cock moving inside her, stretching her deliciously, hitting that special spot when he moved his hips just right. Before long she felt that familiar tightening in her belly as her muscles began to contract around him.

“Shit, Rob, I’m almost there,” she whispered.

“Go, baby. Let go. I’m right there,” he whispered back, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

She clung to him as her orgasm washed over her, her cries echoing off the shower walls.

He tightened his grip on her ass and pounded into her, reaching his own bliss moments after her. He buried his face in her neck, basking in the feeling of her pussy muscles milking his cock.

“Holy shit,” he said as she loosened her legs and stood on her feet.

“I agree,” she said, letting out a laugh.

“Come on, let’s get you washed up and then we need to go out on that balcony and have a smoke.”

“Mmm...definitely,” she agreed.