Sutton & Maverick - Shower Dream NSFW (Patreon)

You guys voted on what smut scene I should do next, and a little sex dream for Mav and Sutton won! So if you read the bonus scene in ch17, Tye mentioned that Sutton has probably had a dream about Maverick hopping into the shower with her, sooo…

- SUTTON’S POV -

A long, cold shower is just the thing I needed after a restless night. When we first started this trip, sleeping in the same bed with Mav was a little awkward. Then after a few nights and camping trips, it became comfortable and cozy. Now? It was back to awkward, but for a completely different reason.

When we were sitting under that cherry tree, the look in Maverick’s eyes was something I’d never seen before. I think if we hadn’t been interrupted by my phone, he was planning to kiss me. In the moment, I almost threw my phone at the tree because I didn’t want him to pull away.

Ever since, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. I wasn’t ever this anxious around him before. But now my every thought was consumed with wondering what kissing him might be like. What he might taste like, what he would feel like. I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine, his hands on my hips, his chest pressing against me.

And the purpose of this shower had officially gone out the window. I was supposed to stop thinking about Maverick all over my body, and I’d failed miserably. I don’t know how I’ll be able to face him again. Every time I see him I can’t stop picturing him…

Oh my god, I need to get a grip. He’s just a man. I’ve been with men before, no big deal. I’ve spent the last two weeks alone with this one, in fact. He’s just… the tallest, strongest man I’ve ever met. With huge hands that know their way so well around a car engine, it makes you wonder how effortlessly they could navigate other things. Yeah, I’m hopeless.

I stood underneath the pouring water for several minutes, before finally turning the heat back up. The cold wasn’t doing me any good, so I figured I should just try to get on with the shower. It wasn’t until the steam was fogging up the room and I was reaching for the shampoo that I heard a knock on the door, startling me out of my skin.

“Sweetheart? You okay in there?” Maverick’s voice was muffled behind the closed bathroom door.

I sighed. “Yeah, everything’s great.”

When there was no reply, I reached for the shampoo again, lathering it through my hair. I was about halfway through humming a Taylor Swift song to myself when I heard the bathroom door click, then creak open.

My eyes widened and I peeked around the shower door, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating. “Maverick?” I croaked at the sight of this tall, tanned man standing in the bathroom with only a towel. All the blood in my head rushed out, making me dizzy. I stared at him for several seconds before finding the ability to speak again. “What the hell are you doing?”

He grinned, “you’re such a terrible liar, sweetheart, I could hear it through the door.” He reached for his towel, tugging at the edge of it that was keeping it folded around him. “Make some room.”

My jaw dropped with the towel. Maverick was fully naked, standing in the bathroom, moving towards my shower. And I was completely frozen, unable to move. My thoughts were all over the place with about one million questions running through it at the speed of sound. Could this man read my mind? Was I saying all of my thoughts out loud? What is he planning on doing when he gets here? Oh my god he’s so fucking hot.

He leaned on the door of the shower, folding his arms. “I told you to make some room.”

I stammered in disbelief before nodding, opening the shower door fully, and shuffling into the corner. He walked inside and shut the glass door behind him, towering over me. The only thing keeping me from looking down was his thumb and forefinger, tilting my chin up to look at him.

“Were you hiding from me in here?”

I couldn’t read the look in his eyes at all. They were almost black, wide, and hooded. There was also no mistaking the feeling in my belly as heat was pooling in between my legs and my knees began to tremble.

I swallowed the baseball sized lump in my throat. “No.”

“No?” He chuckled before shifting himself in front of me to lean his arms against the wall, trapping me between him and it. “Then why is this the first time in days that you’ve been able to look me in the eyes?”

Because if I’m not locked onto your eyes, my gaze is going to wander somewhere far too dangerous.

He leaned forward, hovering his lips over my neck, his hot breath against my skin sending my pulse into overdrive. “Tell me to leave, sweetheart,” he whispered, “if this isn’t what you want, I’ll go.”

It never occurred to me that there was an alternative solution besides trying to get my mind off of Maverick. In a rush, my confidence came flooding back and I rested my palm on his toned chest. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Without another word, his lips were on my neck. I jumped in response, not expecting the sudden contact as his hands fell from the wall and onto my hips. He ground himself against me, and I gasped feeling his hard cock against my stomach.

I reached my hand up to the back of his neck, pulling on the ends of his hair. His own hands traveled upwards, cupping my breasts, brushing his fingers across my hardened nipples. I tugged on his hair again and he took the hint to kiss me.

His tongue took its time exploring my mouth while his hands continued to fondle my breasts. Our hips collided again and I moaned, begging for more contact as the tension between my legs was building.

Once again, he began kissing the side of my neck, while his hand wandered down to where I needed him most. He grazed his finger over my clit, then dipped into my opening. My hand gripped onto his bicep, nails digging into his skin as he slid his finger inside me.

It was apparent how much I was longing for his touch by how much I was already moaning when he began to move. My hips were grinding to the rhythm of him pumping his finger in and out of me. I was itching for some kind of release, and he knew it.

“Maverick,” I whined, and he laughed against my skin in response before pushing another finger into me. I was a mess, gasping and moving against him as my whole body was in flames. I’d be embarrassed of how desperate I was if everything he was doing didn’t feel so good it distracted me.

His thumb circled around my clit in tandem with his other movements and I broke. My cries of pleasure bounced around the shower walls as I trembled underneath him. His mouth on my lips again captured the rest of my moans until the waves of my orgasm settled.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he panted into my mouth. I moaned back at him as he pulled his fingers from me and replaced them with his cock sliding between my slick folds.

To say that I was eager would be an understatement. He lifted up my leg, positioning himself just right before plunging inside me. I cried out again as he withdrew, then slammed back in.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, finding his pace pumping in and out of me. He was big, so big and while it took a minute for my walls to adjust to him, I was still not satiated. I needed him deeper, I wanted all of him with no holds barred.

“More,” I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“Are you sure you can handle more?”

I leaned my head back against the shower wall, “yes, god, please!”

He laughed, “I didn’t even ask you to beg, but I liked the sound of it.” He hoisted up my other leg, resting my knees under his hands, and pressing me higher up against the wall.

With better leverage, he began to pound himself into me until I started to see stars. My breasts bounced in his face as he fucked me, leaving my nipples available for him to lick and suck on.

I was leaving marks on his back from my nails and my back and head kept slamming against the tiles of the shower but I didn’t even care. Being fucked like this was everything I needed. When he took my nipple in between his teeth, I was a goner. My eyes snapped shut and my pussy fluttered all around his cock hammering into me. Through my ringing ears, I could faintly hear him groaning as his hips bucked and he came inside me.

He held us there for a minute, the hot water of the shower beating down on us as we caught our breath. With my legs starting to give out, he set me down gingerly onto the floor. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me hard again, holding me up to keep me from falling over.

“Wow,” I whispered into his mouth, earning another chuckle from him.

"Sorry I interrupted your shower," he mumbled, planting kisses down my neck and across my shoulder.

"Any time, please." I slumped back against the shower wall, satisfied, as the steam rose and Maverick reached for the conditioner. I don't think we'll be getting out for a while.