Tessa’s pov

“Turn the water on,” I said, still catching my breath against the tile.

Marcus reached over and twisted the handle. Hot spray hit us both.

He pulled me under it with him, still half-dressed, his coaching shirt soaked through in seconds.

I was completely naked now, suit and shorts somewhere on the wet floor.

His pants were still shoved down around his thighs. He kicked them the rest of the way off and left them in a heap.

The water ran over my shoulders and down between my breasts. Cum was still leaking out of me and the spray washed some of it down my thigh. He watched...