He chuckles deep and darkly, and then … “Oh God.” “Fuck, really?” He lifts my leg over his, aiming the sprayer somehow, even in the dark, directly at my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grab his shoulders so I don’t fall. “Take me off the bench, Coach,” he groans. “Yes, yes … Oh God, yes.” Water streaming, bodies slippery—too slippery—it’s awkward until it isn’t. Leo lifts me up. “Wrap them around.” My back is against the cold tile. One hand on the shower wall, my arm wrapped around his neck, he fucks me.
