When Lucie opened her eyes, Nathan and Emma were already up and at it. Showered, dressed, they were messing around with breakfast in a corner of the studio. They’d tried to keep it quiet, but in a bare, cramped space like that, every sound – a spoon clinking, the wood creaking – hit like a little wake-up call.
Lucie propped herself up, her blonde hair a messy tangle spilling over her shoulders. “’Mornin’,” she mumbled, voice still thick with sleep, her hazel eyes blinking slow under the pale light sneaking through the window.
Emma shot her a smirk. “Morning, sleepyhead. Time to get up, we’re hitting the slopes today.”
Lucie dragged herself out of bed like a zombie, all the lazy swagger of a girl her age. Her slim frame, still stiff from yesterday, unfolded sluggishly. Under an oversized tee slipping off one shoulder, you could catch the soft curve of her hips and the budding swell of her chest, barely held by a light bra. She shuffled toward the bathroom, steps sluggish but steady, and shut the door behind her, forgetting, in her daze, to lock it.
Nathan and Emma locked eyes, a spark of amusement passing between them, and stifled a quiet laugh. “I might grab some fresh bread and groceries for breakfast, we’re missing a bunch of stuff,” Emma said, glancing at the cluttered table of bowls and scraps.
“Whatever, I’m not picky,” Nathan replied, casual as ever, hands in his pockets, while Emma tugged on her snow boots with quick moves.
Under the shower, Lucie let the hot water stream down her skin, stirring her numb senses awake. Last night’s memories crept back, fuzzy at first, then sharper. Those sounds, those breaths, that heat. She started wondering if she’d dreamed it all, if it was just a fantasy too real.
“One hell of a dream,” she thought, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Without fully realizing it, her hand slid down her stomach, brushing wet skin, drifting slowly toward the warmth between her thighs.
A soft knock jolted her. “Hey, Lucie, go easy on the hot water. We’ve only got a small tank for three. We’ll all want a shower tonight,” Nathan called through the door.
“Yeah, sorry,” Lucie mumbled, shutting off the water in a rush. She grabbed a short towel, barely long enough to cover her breasts, stopping just shy of her crotch, leaving her pale, damp thighs exposed under the bathroom’s harsh light.
Nathan stood by the door, still. For a split second, his mind wandered. He pictured her under the spray, water sliding down her bare skin, her curves half-hidden in the steam. Since last night, something had shifted. She wasn’t just Emma’s little cousin anymore. Part of him held back, but he could feel a forbidden line forming and the quiet urge to cross it.
Lucie was adjusting her towel in front of the fogged-up mirror when a creak startled her. The door swung open, and she spun around, nearly dropping her towel. Nathan stood there in the doorway, his face unreadable, calm, but with a shadow of something deeper.
“Sorry, I took forever to wake up, but I’m almost…,” she stammered, fumbling for words.
“What you heard last night... did you like it?” Nathan cut in, his brown eyes locked on hers, steady and piercing.
Lucie went pale, like all the blood drained out of her, then a flush crept up her cheeks. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” she whispered, voice shaky.
“I heard you moan,” he said, blunt and simple.
She paled again. “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spy, I don’t know what came over me,” she stuttered, words tripping over each other.
Nathan gave a slight shrug, cool as ever. “No need to apologize. We’re the ones who got out of line. I was just surprised by how you reacted. Or at least, what I heard.”
Lucie relaxed a bit, though she still felt awkward, half-naked under that skimpy towel, with her cousin’s boyfriend standing less than half a meter away. The air between them felt thick, almost heavy.
“Does Emma…?” she started.
“Nah, she didn’t hear a thing. At that point, she was… busy,” Nathan replied, a quick smirk flickering before he tamped it down.
Lucie’s blush deepened. She’d had her share of hot moments, fucking guys her age, and she was always the one in charge. She’d call the shots, take control, and they’d just go along with it, too damn happy to have a stunner like her in their bed to argue. But now, with Nathan, this guy she found magnetic, she felt off-balance, out of her depth. For the first time, she was in uncharted territory, and it was fucking with her head.
They stood there, eyes locked, frozen for what felt like ages, neither daring to move. Then Nathan’s restraint snapped. He reached out, his fingers catching the edge of the towel Lucie was clutching awkwardly around herself. She didn’t budge, rooted to the spot. Nathan pulled it, slow and gentle, no force behind it. Lucie didn’t fight, her hazel eyes still glued to his. The fabric slid down – over her breasts, then her ass – with a soft, teasing rustle, unveiling her pale, tempting body to Nathan’s gaze.
Lucie’s throat was dry, tight as hell. Nathan stepped closer, closing the gap. One hand brushed her chest, young, full, perfectly shaped for her age, and a shiver ran through her, a soft gasp slipping out before she could stop it.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed, voice low and rough.
Those three words alone sent a wet heat pooling between Lucie’s thighs.
Nathan ran his hand through Lucie’s blonde hair, fingers threading in like he was about to pull her in for a kiss. She tilted her head back, lips parted, ready for his to finally meet hers. But then, one of his fingers brushed her wet sex. The jolt hit her hard, snapping her eyes shut and cracking her mouth open, a full-on moan spilling out unrestrained.
To Nathan, the sight was stunning: this gorgeous young woman, eyes closed, mouth wide like an invitation to claim her. If he’d had any doubts or walls left, they were gone now.
“Looks like you’re into it,” he said, a cocky smirk on his face, his finger teasing her clit with steady, knowing moves.
Lucie’s only answer was another moan, sharper, almost desperate.
“We’ve got no time today, so let’s keep it simple,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin, her eyes still shut tight. Nathan pressed lightly but firmly on her right shoulder, leaving no room for guesswork about what he wanted. Lucie dropped to her knees, naked, in front of him, bare and open.
Nathan’s grin widened seeing her give in so easy. His dick was already rock-hard, starting to ache in his pants. He yanked it out fast, eyes locked on Lucie. It sprang free, stiff and close, just inches from her lips.
“You done this before?” he asked, voice soft but dripping with excitement he couldn’t hide.
Lucie met his gaze, steadying herself. “Yeah, but I don’t swallow,” she said, sounding more solid.
“No problem,” Nathan shot back, that cocky smirk still plastered on, sliding a hand behind her head to pull her in. To his shock, she didn’t fight it at all. Her lips parted right away, taking him in, sucking down as much as she could without pushing too hard, smooth as hell.
“Fuck…,” Nathan growled, a rough grunt ripping out. He hadn’t expected her to be this good.
Lucie was trying to pull herself together. Playing the submissive wasn’t her vibe. She knew she was experienced at this, blowjobs were her game. She’d figured out early that a solid suck could bend any guy to her will, make him hers. So she went for it, determined to flip the script. She moaned with every bob, slipping a hand under Nathan’s shirt to stroke his stomach, fingers trailing slow and deliberate over his skin.
“Damn! You suck as good as Emma! What’s up, some family gift you’re born with?” Nathan huffed, half-joking, half floored.
Hearing Emma’s name didn’t slow her down, it lit Lucie up like a fuse. The forbidden thrill of it all – sucking her cousin’s boyfriend right there in that bathroom – drove her wild with want and she doubled down, taking more of Nathan’s cock in her mouth, lips stretching around him with a fierce, hungry edge.
Nathan was damn close. His cock was throbbing now, rock-hard, trapped in that young, wild mouth driving him right to the edge.
Up till now, Nathan’s hand had just rested on Lucie’s head, steering the pace without pressing down. Even in the heat of it, he kept control, guiding her but holding back, some part of him still checked itself, aware of her youth, not wanting to get too rough. But the sudden, burning passion of this blonde on her knees, naked in front of him, smashed through his last restraints.
To Lucie’s shock, Nathan grabbed her hair tight and yanked her forward, shoving himself as deep as he could down her throat. For the first time ever, she gagged, choking as he held her there, growling low. Then, just as fast, he jerked her head back, rough as hell, his slick cock linked to her mouth by a strand of spit. Lucie gasped, sucking in air, her pulse hammering.
Nathan was jerking off hard now, right in front of her face, his hand still locked tight in her blonde hair, holding her steady. It didn’t take long before a raw groan tore out of him, the first spurt of cum splashing across Lucie’s pretty face. He kept going, unloading bit by bit, his grip on her locks easing up as he went. Soon, nearly her whole face was coated in his cum, glistening under the bathroom’s harsh light. Lucie didn’t move, stunned at first by what just happened. Then it hit her: she was soaked between her legs. Her foggy brain couldn’t figure out if it was from being used like a toy for a hot second, or from knowing her skills had unraveled one of the calmest guys she knew.
Nathan caught his breath, panting. Lucie stared up at him, still, as drops of cum dripped from her face onto the floor. He looked down at her, crouched to her level, and flashed a smirk. Scooping up some of the mess from the tiles with two fingers, he checked it out for a sec, like he was sizing it up, then locked eyes with Lucie again. She gaped at him, thrown, wide-eyed. Without a word, he slid his other hand behind her head and shoved his sticky fingers into her mouth, pressing them against her tongue.
Her lips clamped around his fingers on instinct, her tongue brushing Nathan’s cum for the first time, salty and warm. She tasted it, almost unwillingly.
“See, you can swallow just fine,” he said, that same cocky grin plastered on his face. “Next time, you’ll taste it straight from the source,” he continued, voice firm, no room for argument.
He pulled his fingers out, now slick and spotless, and took one last look at his handiwork, her smeared face, those dazed eyes, with a smug nod.
“You should hop back in the shower before Emma gets back,” he tossed out, cool and casual, then turned and walked out, shutting the door tight behind him.
Lucie got up, shaky, her legs quivering from an excitement she couldn’t shake. She stumbled back into the shower, breath ragged, and let the water hit her again.
She pressed a hand against the shower wall, the other buried between her legs, rubbing her sex hard. Hot water poured over her head, soaking her blonde hair and streaming down her back, leaving searing trails on her skin. She’d hardly ever been this turned on, and now, under the spray, she was starting to get why some girls got off on submitting.
The water ran down her face, washing away Nathan’s white streaks bit by bit, but a drop of cum slipped into her mouth again. The taste hit her like a shockwave, a raw shiver of pleasure ripping through her. She’d always refused to swallow, no matter how much her exes begged. She thought it was gross, degrading even, and keeping it out of reach gave her power over them, a rush she loved. But this, this was different. It gripped her deep, raw and unsettling.
Just thinking about doing something so fucked up, so lewd, so dirty – with her cousin’s boyfriend – set off a massive orgasm inside her. Her legs shook from the jolt, and a long, rough moan spilled out, drowned out by the pounding water in the shower.
At that same moment, Emma stepped into the apartment, hauling two full grocery bags. “You gonna help me?” she called out to Nathan, who was standing in the middle of the living room.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, coming,” he replied, a touch offbeat, before heading over.
Emma glanced toward the bathroom, brow creasing. “She’s been in the shower since I left? We’re never gonna have hot water tonight at this rate.”
Nathan shrugged, playing it cool. “She’s a teen, takes her forever to wake up. Worst case, I’ll take the cold shower. I’ll survive,” he said with a smirk, keeping his cool like nothing had happened.
Emma grinned back, warm and soft, and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m so lucky to have such a chill guy,” she murmured, pulling him close. They kissed, deep and hungry, while under the steaming shower, Lucie rode out the final shudders of that orgasm, her body still buzzing.
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