CHAPTER 61: RUB-A-DUB-DUB, TWO IN A TUB

Zayela swallowed hard, hips pressing right up against him beneath the surface.

No missing it, he was hard, hot, and, honestly, way bigger than she’d pictured.

That alone snagged her breath for a second, but she kept her face smooth, maybe even a little smug.

When she glanced up, Nash looked like he’d just run a marathon, already halfway defeated, all that resistance leaking out of him.

She couldn’t help it; a tiny smile tugged at her lips.

"It’s true," she murmured, voice low, "we’re not kids anymore."

Nash groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

"Don’t... don’t start. This is your fault."

Instead of getting all shy and awkward, Zayela just leaned back, totally at ease. Maybe even enjoying this a little too much.

"Maybe you were right about that testosterone thing," she said, eyes darting down beneath the water. "You’re definitely packing more than you used to."

That got his attention.

"Wait... when did you see my dick before?"

She just blinked at him, then smirked.

"Nash, come on. We shared a shoebox forever. Of course I’ve seen you naked. And I know you’ve seen my girls."

She cupped her boobs, giving them a lazy squeeze, like she was showing off just for him.

Watching her touch herself like that? Nash’s cock pulsed even harder. No way he was hiding how turned on he was now.

The water made everything look heavier, her breasts bounced and shifted, nipples dark peaking between her fingers, skin shining just right.

Every lazy squeeze made him twitch, like she was doing it just to mess with him.

And she totally noticed. That sly little grin, the way she snuggled in closer confirmed it, she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Look at you, getting all bold," she teased.

"Zay, don’t make this weirder than it already is."

She just rolled her eyes.

"Chill. It’s not like we’re actually doing anything."

"That’s not the point..." His voice came out tight. "We... we shouldn’t be in this position. Not. Like. This. Especially not between... cousins."

To him, it was like shooting a bullet in his own foot. His mind was rather willing to go again, but the holly system said pause.

His deliberation was a "please later".

She let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back, letting the water slide over her chest.

"You weren’t whining about the cousin thing when you gave me that massage, remember?"

Then, as if to prove a point, she reached under the water and tapped the tip of his cock with a finger.

"And you’re the one reacting. I’m just here, taking an innocent bath with my favorite cousin. Totally wholesome."

Nash’s jaw worked, frustrated.

"You say that, but come on. We’re underwater. Who knows what you’re doing under there... maybe you’re getting off right now."

That actually made her flinch, just a little. He caught it, and his lips curled in a cocky grin. "Thought so."

His mind said payback, but her eyes saw challenge. She flashed him a look.

"How about you find out?"

Before he could say a word, she shifted on his lap, grinding her ass against his thighs, then slid forward until her pussy was right along his length.

The slow, deliberate grind sent heat shooting up his spine. Yeah, this was way past innocent.

Nash sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide. "Are you crazy?!"

But she? No, she just grinned, totally ignoring him, hands still working their magic. Teasing the hell out of him, too.

And it wasn’t just the touch, she kept tossing little jabs at him.

The way she played with him, half innocent, half wicked, was enough to make anyone lose their cool.

She was all over him, playful, bold, saying things that made his ears burn. He tried to keep it together, but how could he?

She had him in knots, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

At some point, he could barely think straight anymore.

"Please... Zay..." He murmured.

His breathing was heavy, eyes dark. He didn’t know how long he could last like that.

But Zayela was in a second state of mind.

She knew her power now, and was determined to make him crazy beyond belief.

"You look... a little tense..." She smirked.

Nash’s breath came out like whistle everytime she moved.

Her hips pressed forward, and the soft, wet heat of her pussy slid right along his cock under the water.

It wasn’t just contact, she was doing this on purpose, slowly, the kind of touch that made every nerve in his lower body tense and spark.

The silky lips parted just enough to nestle him in that slick fold, water mixing with her natural heat until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Her ass rested heavy and perfect against his thighs, the round curves molding to him with each subtle grind.

He could feel the way her cheeks shifted, the plush give of them rolling over the hard muscle of his legs.

Every little movement sent a pulse straight through him, the water rippling between them, the rhythm growing maddeningly steady.

"You’re ok? I’m getting really worried for you there," she said, voice all smug and sassy, eyes glinting.

She gave another slow push of her hips, letting her clit glide over him under the surface.

"Feels like you’re enjoying this more than you want to admit."

His fingers dug into the edge of the tub.

"Zayela... stop."

She ignored him completely, leaning back so her breasts floated between them, the heavy, round weight brushing his chest.

The dark, soft peaks skimmed his skin with every shift, sending sparks racing up his spine. She circled her hips lazily, her pussy stroking along his length, the sensation hot and slick even through the water.

"Hard as a rock," she murmured, biting her lip, eyes locked on his. "And I’m not even trying yet."

He gritted his teeth.

"You keep this up... I might actually do something to you."

That made her pause, just enough to let a slow smirk spread across her face. She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear, and whispered.

"Really?... Then... maybe you should."

Nash froze, every muscle locked tight, his mind screaming to pull her close and bury himself inside her.

But the system’s invisible chains still pulled at him, reminding him of the line he couldn’t cross.

His jaw clenched as she moved closer, her voice soft, calling his name.

"Nash."

No hesitation now, her eyes told him exactly what she wanted.

"Fuck this," he muttered under his breath, before moving forward.

She gasped when he pushed her back, arching her back as the water rushed to fill the space between them.

Her body hit the cool porcelain with a gentle slap, sending a splash of water up to wet the edge of the tub.

In an instant, he was above her, his cock resting just under her lips, the heat of heat of his body caressing her.

For a second, she felt a spark of panic, but then she saw his urgency, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own.

He wasn’t going to hurt her; he was going to give her what she’d been wanting. Then, to her surprise, he reached for the soap.

He poured a generous amount into his hands, working it into a thick lather.

"Nash, what—" she began, but her words were cut off when he leaned over her.

He grabbed the soap, lathering his hands with the slick, fragrant bubbles, and she watched, transfixed, as he began to rub her body.

Every inch of her skin burned under his touch, his soap-covered hands gliding over her curves with a practiced ease that had her squirming under him.

He started at her shoulders, his thumbs digging into the tension there, then moved down, across her chest, and over her breasts.

The feeling was heavenly, the soap making her skin slippery and sensitive.

When his soapy hands cupped her breasts, she let out a choked sound. She moaned, her back bowing off the tub, her nipples pebbling against his palms.

The squeeze was perfect, firm but not too hard, sending waves of pleasure rushing through her body.

"Oh, god, Nash..." she breathed.

They filled his palms completely, warm, heavy, soft enough to sink into, yet firm enough to spring back under his squeeze.

He kneaded them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they pebbled against the slick of the soap.

"Slow... down..." she whispered, her voice shaking, but he didn’t.

He worked the soap into her skin, his hands lingering on her breasts, her stomach, her hips.

Each stroke was a burst of his arousal skills, and she could feel her arousal building like a storm, ready to break at any moment.

Then he straddled her thighs, his cock, hard and heavy on her, just out of reach.

She reached for it, eager to feel him inside her, but the system’s warning hit him like a flash.

He caught her wrists, holding them above her head.

He wasn’t going to give in just yet; he was going to make her finish before.

Instead, he coated his length with the soap, his hand gliding up and down until it was slick and shining under the water.

Then he grabbed her hips.

She barely had time to process before he pressed himself against her folds, not inside, but grinding along her seam with firm, steady strokes.

She gasped sharply, her body jolting at the sudden rush of sensation. The friction was setting her nerves alight.

It was maddening, so close but still not enough. She writhed beneath him, her moans growing erratic as he rubbed faster and harder.

"Wait... It’s... not inside..." she panted, trying to get her words out, but when his length slid just right over her clit, her words dissolved into a moan.

"Ahn-it’s...that’s... not bad at all..."

He rubbed harder, faster, the thick length gliding over her again and again. Her moans grew erratic, higher, breathier her hips beginning to meet his movements without thought.

"Nash... I... ahhh—ahhh—ahh!"

Her body tensed hard, every muscle locking as the flood of pleasure tore through her.

Heat exploded low in her belly and rushed out in waves, her thighs quivering, toes curling, and her breath breaking into high, helpless cries.

She couldn’t hold back, her voice lifted into a sharp, raw scream that melted into breathy moans, hips jerking as the release pulsed out of her.

The pleasure hit so deep it was almost too much, making her shiver and clench around nothing as the peak wrung every last sound from her throat.

That was Nash’s signal.

He stood suddenly, pulling back just in time, stroking himself until he spilled in heavy ropes across the far tiles, the spray hitting wall and floor, far from her.

The bathroom filled with the sound of their breathing. She lay there, hips still slightly raised from the peak, while his cock, flushed and spent, rested near her head.

Neither spoke. Neither moved much. But one truth was already set between them, whatever they had before... their relationship would never be the same again.