Crossing Boundaries

I stared at my phone screen for a long moment, Alice's name still glowing on the display. My finger hovered over the answer button, but I hesitated.

What was I supposed to say? That I hadn't gone home because I was drunk and Alex brought me here? That I had woken up in his bed, wrapped in only a towel, and was now about to step back into the bathroom where he was??

I swallowed hard.

No, I didn't have an explanation. Not one that Alice would accept without an interrogation.

Instead, I let the call ring out and quickly typed a message:

I'm safe. We'll talk later.

It was vague, but it would keep her from worrying for now. I turned off my phone before she could call again and tossed it onto the bed, letting out a slow breath.

Then, as if drawn by something beyond logic, my feet moved back toward the bathroom.

The door was still slightly open, steam curling out into the cooler air of the bedroom. I hesitated for a second, gripping my towel tighter around me, but then I stepped inside.

Alex was still in there.

And he wasn't wearing his shorts anymore.

He stood by the shower close to the door, completely at ease, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs that clung to him in a way that made it impossible to ignore just how perfect his body was. Water dripped down his toned chest, tracing along the ridges of muscle before disappearing beneath the waistband of his underwear.

I froze.

My first instinct was to turn around and leave, to give him space—to give myself space.

But before I could even think about moving, Alex reached for my wrist.

His grip was firm but gentle as he pulled me inside, stepping closer, and in one smooth motion, he kicked the door shut behind me.

A quiet click.

My breath hitched.

Before I could protest, before I could even think, my back met the cool bathroom wall, and Alex was standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. His deep brown eyes locked onto mine, dark with intent, making my breath hitch.

He didn't say a word. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck in a slow, deliberate kiss that sent a shiver racing down my spine. 

My body froze, completely under his control, yet craving more. His right arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him, while his left hand slid beneath my damp hair, tilting my head just enough to give him better access to his soft lips.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I gripped onto him, needing to feel more of his warmth. His fingers massaged my scalp, his tongue tracing a slow path up my neck before his lips captured mine. The kiss was deep, intoxicating, setting my entire body on fire.

My heart raced as his hands moved lower, gripping my ass firmly. His touch made my thighs tighten, and the towel around me slipped off, falling to the floor.

Alex stepped back just enough to look at me, fully exposed now. His smirk grew darker, and his gaze made me feel like he was about to devour me.

Without saying a word, he turned me around, pressing my chest against the cold bathroom wall. His lips found my neck again, soft and warm, while his hands moved up, gently cupping my breasts.

"You have such a beautiful body, Rose," he whispered with his voice deep and smooth.

His hands slid lower, brushing down my stomach before slipping under the waistband of my panties. The moment his fingers touched me under, I gasped for air.

He let out a quiet laugh in my ear as his finger teased me, making me moan softly.

"You're so ready for me," he whispered as he pulled his hand back.

Before I could respond, he brought his finger to my lips. His eyes were fixed on me, silently telling me what he wanted.

"Without thinking, I parted my lips and slowly sucked his finger, tasting myself. His gaze darkened, and he groaned softly as he pulled his finger away.

"That's my girl," he said, slipping his hand back into my panties, rubbing and making my undies get so wet while cupping my breasts.

I moaned louder as his touch stirred something deep inside me. I pressed back against him, feeling how hard he was even through his shorts. Every movement of his body against mine made me feel like I was losing control.

And at that moment, I knew there was no turning back for either of us.

He pulled his hands from my panties and slid them off, leaving me completely naked.

"Do you want me?" he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice deep and tempting.

I nodded, my body desperate for him.

Smirking, he bent me over, his warmth pressing against me. He teased me first, rubbing himself against my clit, making my legs tremble.

"My naughty Rose," he murmured.

I let out a soft moan, my body begging for more. Then, finally, he pushed inside me—slowly, deeply.

A sharp gasp left my lips as he pulled out just as slowly, teasing me.

"Damn you, pervert!" I groaned, looking back at him. "Please… just give it to me."

He chuckled and smacked my ass, making me jolt.

"You don't tell me what to do, love," he said, his dark eyes filled with amusement as he continued to tease me.

Then, finally, he thrust into me again, his movements deep and slow at first, then faster. My body clenched around him, waves of pleasure making me cry out.

"Yes, Daddy… I'm all yours," I moaned, completely lost in the moment.

He didn't stop. He kept going for about 10 minutes, making me lose control, pushing me higher and higher.

Then suddenly, he lifted me from the bathroom and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

I did as he said, breathless as he climbed on top of me, sliding inside again. His chest pressed against my boobs, his lips close to my ear. He moved in perfect rhythm while telling me how beautiful and sexy I was in a low charming tone, making my whole body burn with pleasure.

Minutes passed, and I felt myself falling apart under him. Finally, his movements slowed, his breath heavy, and he let out a deep groan, finishing on my stomach.

For a moment, neither of us spoke, just catching our breath.

He rolled onto his back beside me. "That was amazing," he murmured, sounding satisfied.

I smiled shyly, my face hot, and curled up beside him.

And in that moment, I knew—I was his.