I yelped—quiet, panicked.

Ethan stood there, already naked, cock thick and heavy between his legs, head flushed dark, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

He stepped in without a word, pulled the curtain closed behind him, locked the flimsy plastic latch like that would stop anyone if they really tried.

“Ethan—” I started, voice cracking.

He crowded me against the cold tile wall, one hand slapping over my mouth, the other gripping my hip so hard I knew I’d bruise.

His cock pressed hot and hard against my stomach, trapped between us.

Water pounded down on both of us, sluicing over his shoulders, dripping from his dark hair...