The sound of water crashing against the tiled floor of the shower room echoed through the space, steam rising and curling in the air. Hayley leaned against the wall, her petite frame trembling slightly from exhaustion after the intense pickleball game. Her blonde hair clung to her neck, damp with sweat, and her white tennis outfit was soaked through, sticking to her skin like a second layer. She could barely catch her breath when the door creaked open.
Kelvin stepped in, his broad frame filling the doorway. His dark eyes locked onto her, a predatory glint in them that made her stomach twist in a strange mix of dread and something else she couldn't quite name. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, the sound final and heavy.
"Good game, Hayley," he said, his voice low and smooth, a contrast to his heavy breaths. He stepped closer, his presence dominating the small space. "You're quite the athlete."
She forced a smile, her heart pounding now for an entirely different reason. "Thanks, Mr. Li. It was fun."
"Kelvin," he corrected, his tone firm but not unkind. "You don't need to be so formal with me." He took another step, and she could smell the faint musk of his cologne mixing with the steam. His gaze trailed down her body, lingering on the way her tank top clung to her small breasts and the curve of her toned legs.
Hayley swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. She knew that look. She'd seen it before in the office, in fleeting glances when he thought she wasn't paying attention. But now there was no pretense, no veil of professionalism. It was raw hunger, pure and unapologetic.
He reached out, his thick fingers brushing a strand of wet hair away from her face. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she instinctively leaned into it, her body betraying her mind.
"You're beautiful, Hayley," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hand trailed down her cheek, her neck, and then settled on her shoulder, his grip firm but not painful.
She opened her mouth to protest, to say something—anything—but the words caught in her throat when he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, teasing kiss. It was gentle at first, almost tentative, but it didn't take long for the heat between them to ignite. His other hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together.
Hayley's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. This is wrong, a voice inside her whispered, but it was drowned out by the rush of arousal that flooded her veins. She could feel the hardness of his chest against hers, the way his cock pressed against her thigh, already straining against his slacks.
Kelvin deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a possessiveness that made her knees weak. She moaned softly, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for support. His fingers moved down to the hem of her tank top, lifting it up and over her head in one swift motion. The cool air hit her skin, but she barely noticed, too focused on the way his hands were now cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch.
"You're so tight," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need. "I've wanted this for so long."
Hayley's breath hitched as his hands moved lower, slipping under the waistband of her tennis skirt and sliding it down her legs. She stepped out of it, standing completely bare before him except for her white sports bra. He hooked his fingers under the straps, pulling it down until her breasts bounced free, the nipples already pebbled and sensitive.
Kelvin groaned at the sight, his hands kneading her soft flesh as he leaned down to take one taut peak into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Hayley gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched into his mouth.
"God, you taste so good," he muttered between sucks and nibbles. His large hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her hips and spinning her around. She let out a surprised yelp as he pushed her against the cool tile wall, her palms flat against the surface.
She felt him press against her from behind, his cock grinding against her ass as his hands explored her body. One hand moved between her legs, fingers brushing against her slick folds. She moaned loudly, her thighs trembling as he teased her entrance.
"So wet already," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Is this all for me?"
Hayley couldn't form a coherent response, her mind too clouded with pleasure as he slipped a finger inside her, stretching her tight walls slowly. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper, but it escaped anyway when he added a second finger, working them in and out of her with deliberate slowness.
"You're so tight," he repeated, his voice strained as he pressed kisses along her neck and shoulders. "Does your boyfriend even know how to make you feel like this?"
Hayley shook her head instinctively, her body betraying her thoughts as she pushed back against his fingers, craving more. Her breath came in short gasps as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars.
"That's what I thought," Kelvin muttered, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. He withdrew his fingers slowly, making sure she felt every inch as he pulled them out. She whimpered at the loss but didn't have time to protest before she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down.
His hands gripped her hips tightly as he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her wet folds. Hayley's breath caught in her throat as she felt him push in slowly, stretching her inch by inch.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice deep and guttural as he filled her completely. "You're so fucking tight."
He started to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Hayley moaning loudly. Each thrust was a mix of pleasure and pain, the sensation overwhelming as he stretched her in ways she'd never experienced before.
Kelvin's hands moved to tease her clit as he continued to pump into her with agonizing slowness