Drowning in My Skin

“I wanna take a bath,” Tabby repeated, tilting her head back exaggeratedly to look at him. Toad scowled at her. She’d been telling him this for a little over twenty minutes now, and he was losing the internal battle to not be a peeping pervert. The stupid whore was practically begging him to undress her and watch her bathe. His cock was already alive and twitching, trapped between them.



She opened her mouth to say it again and his scowl deepened, making up his mind, “Fine, but I don’t wanna hear about what a nasty fucking perv I am tomorrow.” He stood up, scooping her into his arms in one fluid motion, causing her to throw her head back and giggle. It was some kind of damned game to her. Toad had to grit his teeth to keep from shaking her until her teeth rattled in her head. The familiar indecision between wanting to fuck her and kill her rose up in him again, and as always he did nothing.



He sat her down on the lid of the toilet, having to hold her up with one hand as he started tugging off her clothes. She was really a mess. At least she hadn’t vomited on him or anything. He was trying to be a patient man, but that was really just asking too much of a sociopath serial killer. Well…Pro-Mutant Terrorist, he corrected in his own mind. Even though more often than not he had the sneaky suspicion he was really more the former than the latter. He liked his job a little too much.



He didn’t even let his eyes take in how creamy he knew her skin must be, or slip down to roam over the breasts that he just knew must be perfect and supple. She should thank her lucky stars is what she should do, but he wasn’t being a gentleman for her. No, he was keeping himself in check because he desperately didn’t want to be that guy. The coworker that took advantage in a low moment. Plus, who knew what kind of diseases she was carrying. That was reason enough to tread carefully.



He tugged her panties off and scooped her back up to get her into the tub, a frown creasing his face when she held on around his neck as he tried to back up.



“No, I want you to hold me,” She pouted, those pretty wide eyes and plumped pink lips creating the desired effect in Toad’s female deprived mind. He groaned. Of course she’d get whatever the hell she wanted.



“Yeah okay,” He grunted, sounding angry rather than aroused, “Get off me a minute.”



He switched the tap on and stopped up the drain when she let him go, and stepped back, glaring at the floor as he yanked his shirt off over his head and reached to unbutton his fly. All the movements were quick and purposeful as he swore up a storm, still not casting a glance at the nude body waiting for him. Because he had a bad feeling that if he looked at her he wouldn’t be able to help himself. He wouldn’t be able to deny himself if he actually saw those nipples he fantasized about. If he really ran his hand over the inside of her thigh would he be able to keep his fingers from dipping into her?



“Someeeebody’s happy,” Tabitha giggled, half slung over the porcelain side of the tub as she looked up at his naked cock, bobbing up against his belly.



That elicited yet another scowl from the amphibious mutant as he stepped forward to climb in behind her, determined to just sit there and hold her and let himself enjoy the delicious feel of skin on skin without giving into base instincts. His legs rested on either side of hers, his arms safely around her middle, and leaning back to shut his eyes. It was a big tub and they weren’t packed in pressed together. This could work. The water was warm and sudsy, pleasant on always tired muscles. Smooth skin beneath his calloused hands was welcome.



She leaned back against him, and at first, that was alright too. But then that soft round ass pushed back too and the delicious friction of his cock rubbing against it was too much. He let out a barely contained groan of pleasure.



“Boom,” His voice was warning, but she seemed to take no heed as she actually wiggled back, pushing more insistently. “Tabitha,” His voice was practically a snarl in her ear, “Don’t push my buttons.” She would not like what that led to.



She seemed to either listen or just get tired, discontinuing the wriggling of her ass and just relaxing back against him, head tilted to rest on his shoulder and display a perfect view of her breasts if he just glanced down. He chanced a little peak and let out another soft ragged sigh. They were just as beautiful as he’d dreamed they would be. Full white globes with hard pink nipples. And the angle she held her neck, arched toward him invitingly. Shit, it was just so hard. He was just so hard.



He shut his eyes again, leaning his head back, but he let his hands wander a little. Sliding over the smooth wet skin of her belly and creeping up to cup a breast in one hand, so full and just a little too big to fit in his palm. And when she didn’t argue any at that, the other hand reached to join them, pressing the breasts together and kneading them lightly in his hands. Rolling her nipples experimentally between his fingers and feeling a swell of pleasure when she made a soft mewing sound of encouragement. She liked how he was touching her. He cupped them both longingly, ducking his head down to smell the skin of her neck. What would it hurt? Just a little touching, just a little foreplay that she wouldn’t even remember come morning. He wouldn’t fuck her, but what would just a little touching hurt?



He desperately wanted to take a pert nipple in his mouth and suckle at it, but he was trapped behind her with no way at them but his hands, and his tongue If he wanted to slide it down over her. And he seriously considered that for a moment, but decided it might scare her. No, he didn’t want to spook her when he was getting such a nice go at her breasts.



A few more minutes of palming them and one hand was sliding back down her belly. He moved very slowly in case she made some go to stop him, but when he met no opposition his hand traveled down to cover her dark blonde curls.



“Tabby?” He murmured, his lips next to her ear, his palm gripping her left breast tight while his fingers hovered just shy of dipping into her. She made a soft questioning groan, her eyelids fluttering just slightly as she tried to open them but failed. “Tabby, you want me to get you off?” He offered very softly, seeking some kind of permission before he truly violated her.



She trembled a little at the words a very light smile playing on her lips. Toad had to take a shaky breath to contain his desire to pick her up by the waist and thrust her down over his lap. “I’m going to,” He told her in explanation to give her opportunity to disagree, “I’m just gonna finger you, okay baby? I won’t fuck you,” He promised, his lips pressing lightly against her temple, “I won’t fuck you, I’m just gonna give you a little pet, alright?”



No words of opposition or encouragement but he took the soft smile as a yes, middle finger dipping slowly into her. God, she was hot. And wet. The water they lay in did nothing to mask the slippery wetness of her inner walls. She was just dripping for him. He curled the finger delicately and started to stroke her channel slowly, adding a second finger after a moment as she started to moan softly.



He was wholly centered on the task at hand, no thought toward how he felt for her on a regular basis, or what things would be like come morning. He was just lost in those soft slippery folds, the pad of his thumb moving to rub at her tiny bud of a clit. When she arched her back, he clasped her tighter against his chest, stroking in and out of her with more determination. His poor cock trapped between then was weeping precome, and desperately shifting against her ass.



Passion was taking over all good reason as flashes of desire stuck through him. He wanted his face between her legs. He wanted to taste how wet she was and just lap at her until he felt her come. He wanted to pull her up higher on his lap and press into that tight little ass while he kept her coming with his fingers. He wanted his cock in her mouth. Oh God wouldn’t that be delicious? His hips were jerking up against her ass now with every thrust of his fingers into her pussy.



“Tabitha?” He spoke in a hoarse whisper into her ear, his attentions having become much more rough, “Tabitha I need to do more than touch you.” His words were apologetic and maybe that’s what partially snapped her from her stupor, because her eyes flew open and she sat up a little, against the hand that was still fondling her breast.



“Oh God,” She gasped; realizing how close she was to orgasm with the skillful way his fingers played her body. She glanced back at him, half in horror, and half in lust. “Toad?”



The fear in her voice twisted something in him. While it hurt, deep down, it also excited the darker parts of him. He wanted to taunt and coax her into an orgasm she didn’t want him to give. “You want me to stop?” He challenged, slowing his fingers so much that they were barely rubbing against her.



She was breathing hard, face flushed as she looked up at him with a confused longing. She shook her head. No, she wanted those fingers to work their magic. She wanted him to make her feel good.



He considered for just a moment, making her beg, but he didn’t think he could keep from fucking her if he played that game and instead he plunged his fingers into her again, rubbing her purposefully and grinning wretchedly as she started to shiver and moan in his arms. Her hips bucked back against his hand and his cock and he delighted at the spasms of her channel around his fingers. A few more seconds of it and she was jerking uncontrollably and gushing over his hand with slippery fluids, gasping out unintelligibly.



It left her panting against his chest and he let her rest there for just a moment before shifting and muttering at her to sit up. She moved across the tub to face him, staring with wide eyed confusion as he reached down to grip himself, knowing if he didn’t take care of it he’d probably trap her beneath him on the cold tile floor and shove it deep inside her, over and over. This was the image that kept playing in his mind as he tugged hard at himself right in front of her, his gold eyes gleaming with lust.



“You wanted it,” He told her through tightly ground teeth as he jerked up into his tightly clasped hand.



She nodded a little in acceptance, not questioning it. She probably went to bed with enough strange men to trust them when they said she’d asked for it. The thought made him frown as he picked up the pace, stroking along his length expertly and wishing to God it was her pretty slender hand or her tight wet pussy that was doing this instead. He glared at her as he did it too, which was probably rather unnerving. He was angry at the look of fear when it was her fault they were in this predicament at all. Her fault he’d carried her to her room and taken off her clothes and then undressed himself and joined her. Her insistence that pushed his mind past reason.



He didn’t expect her to reach out and cup his heavy sack, but she did and as close as he was, a few deft rolls of her hand and strokes of his own had him spurting into the cooling bathwater in no time. He panted and gave her a small smile of appreciation and forgiveness. Maybe it hadn’t been fear but surprise, he tried to tell himself as he stood up quickly, reaching for a towel.



“C’mon Boom,” He instructed amiably, holding a towel out for her and wrapping her up tight with it when she managed to stand, “That really shouldn’t have happened.” He wanted to make that clear.



Stepping from the draining water she let him wrap her up and then nestled into his chest unexpectedly. He sighed, his arms moving around her to hold her to him. He wouldn’t ask if she was okay. What they’d just done was incredibly fucked up. He didn’t want to even consider how close to raping her he’d come. “Will you stay over?” She mumbled exhaustedly, and he only hesitated for a moment before agreeing. He’d do what he’d intended to do, and just offer her some comfort. She was a bitch and a fuckup, but she was a teammate. The youngest and most inexperienced. Toad wasn’t the one to go to for help…well…none of the Brotherhood was really, but if she was reaching out could he really kick her down and tell her no?



He got her dressed in pajamas feeling a weird sense of responsibility for her that he had been avoiding before. He made sure they were the least sexual thing she owned, flannel pj’s that were so long she tripped on the cuffs and an oversized bugs bunny tee shirt that didn’t cling in any of the right places. Nice and safe. He tugged on his pair of boxers and got them both in her bed, pulling the blankets up tight as she nuzzled into his shoulder for the night.



“Thanks Toad,” She said quietly against his bare skin, and he shifted to stroke her hair.



“My pleasure,” He promised, “Go to sleep Boom.”