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You stand in the bathroom, removing your clothes while Tyler watches you; he's sitting on the counter, legs pulled up with one beneath him and the other propped up so he can rest his arm on his knee.
"Make sure that water is hot," Tyler says, licking his lips. When you're in your underwear, you lean into the shower, starting the water; holding your hand under the faucet, you test the temperature and make sure it's hot enough to please Tyler.
"Mmm, are you leaning over like that on purpose?" he mumbles. "Sticking that ass out for me, just to be a little tease?"
"Why, is it working?" you ask, tilting your head back to peer at him. Tyler sniffs, letting out a quick chuckle as he jumps from the counter; he closes in on you, grabbing your hips to pull you back so you can feel his erection through his shorts.
"What do you think?" he whispers. He wraps one arm around your waist, tugging you away from the shower so he can reach under the faucet to test the water.
"I hope that's hot enough for a dirty girl," he whispers, pressing his lips to your ear. "Now, you'd better get in that shower, and scrub yourself so you're nice and clean for me."
Tyler swoops away from you again, sitting in the same position he was in before. You hurriedly remove the rest of your clothes, standing completely naked in front of Tyler for the first time. He licks his lips, the corners of his mouth pulling into a smug grin while his eyes scan over your body.
"You'd better hurry up," Tyler says. "I'm dying to get a piece of you." You climb into the shower, recoiling slightly at the temperature of the water; when you reach towards the curtain, Tyler clears his throat, catching your attention.
"Uh-uh," he says. "I was serious when I told you I'm gonna watch you...I've gotta make sure you get every trace of Josh off of your skin."
You begin to wash yourself, catching glimpses of Tyler through the steam of the shower; when you make eye contact with him, you see his half-lidded eyes, head tipped back against the mirror, as if he's struggling to stay in his spot. You put on a show for him, almost ignoring him even though you make an effort to over-exaggerate every move that you make.
When you take the shower head from the hook, and wash the soap from your body, Tyler leaps from the counter, and crosses towards you. The look in his eyes is completely ravenous, as if he's about to snap; you hurry to hang the shower head up once again just as Tyler climbs into the shower with you.
"Tyler, all of your clothes are still on," you breathe, as he pins you against the wall of the shower.
"I don't give a fuck," he mumbles, taking your wrists and pinning them above your head. The water from the shower rains down on both of you, soaking through Tyler's clothes. "I don't even care about the lingerie right now," he continues. "I've gotta have you."
"Then take me," you whisper. Tyler growls, kissing you hard enough to knock your head against the wall. The kiss is sloppy, forceful; you're certain that your lips are going to be swollen from the contact, but it doesn't matter to you.
Tyler's grip on your wrists is painful, holding you hard against the wall so you are unable to move. You lift one of your legs, hooking around his waist, and tugging him closer to you, moaning at the feeling of his sopping wet clothing rubbing against your bare skin. Noticing your movements, Tyler holds onto you with one hand while using the other to lift your other leg around his waist as well.
"Fuck, Tyler," you gasp, feeling him rubbing against you through his clothing. "Please, I need you to fuck me now." He chuckles darkly, wrapping his arms around your body. As he begins to carry you from the shower, he loses his footing, nearly falling to the floor and dropping you in the process.
