There were too many of them in the car. No one wanted to be the one left behind, so they all squeezed in, limbs tangled, bags shoved into every gap. Jane had ended up on Zane’s lap, which had seemed fine at the time; they were dating after all. But after a couple of hours on the road, her bladder was screaming, and she was starting to wish she had been left behind.

She shifted slightly, trying to take the pressure off. Didn’t help. Zane’s arms were around her waist, thumbs rubbing in slow, lazy circles just under the hem of her top. She leaned back, close enough to speak without anyone else hearing.

“I really need a piss. Can we ask to stop?” Jane muttered in Zane’s ear.

“We already did, remember? Tom reckons we’ll miss the ferry if we delay. He’s not gonna pull over for a piss break.”

She groaned and leaned back against his chest. “I’m genuinely not sure I can hold it.”

He chuckled, quietly in her ear. “You could always go.”

She turned her head a little and gave him a warning look. “Not funny.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.” His voice dropped. “You know I wouldn’t mind.”

Of course, he wouldn’t. He’d brought it up before. More than once. She hadn’t said yes. But she hadn’t said no either. She normally called him a perv and laughed it off.

“I can’t exactly piss myself in a packed car,” her voice low so only he could hear.

“You just need to let go, relax, feel the release.” His grip on her waist tightened slightly. “Which I’ve been asking you to do for weeks.”

She tensed. Her bladder was full enough that it felt dangerous now. Every bump in the road made it worse. She shifted again, this time out of pure necessity, but Zane groaned behind her, so she stopped.

“I’m not joking, Jane. If you need to go, just do it.”

She closed her eyes. She could feel his breath against her neck. His hands were still rubbing slow circles over her skin. She could feel his tension through them. He really wanted this. She hated how tempting it was. Hated that her whole body had started to ache in a different way.

Her muscles were shaking. She wasn’t sure if it was from holding or from the thought of what would happen if she didn’t.

“You’re thinking about it,” he whispered.

“Shut up.”

He pressed a kiss just behind her ear. “Just think about how good letting go would feel.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, hard. Her whole body was screaming for release, and not just from needing to pee. She was more turned on than she’d been in days, and all from the thought of giving in.

Then the car slowed, and someone shouted from the front.

“Ferry’s in sight. We’re nearly there!”

The moment shattered.

Jane blinked, her pulse racing. The car rolled forward. She swallowed the moan rising in her throat and clenched her thighs harder.

They drove straight onto the ferry. They were so late that there was no queue. As they pulled up, the crew was prepping for launch, the massive hatch closing behind them. The second the handbrake went on, Jane climbed over knees and bags and bolted for the exit, muttering apologies and ignoring whatever Tom was saying about staying together.

She power-walked across the deck, heading for the loos. It seemed to take an age to get through the Parking decks and up the stairs, but finally she saw the sign for the loo. She was already reaching for the door when she heard footsteps close behind.

She looked over and saw Zane. She rolled her eyes. “You’re joking,” she said as she pushed into the small toilet. Before she could object, he stepped in after her and flicked the lock.

He didn’t say anything. Just started stripping.

First his hoodie, then his T-shirt. Then his jeans, pants, socks, everything. No hesitation. Clothes dropped in a messy pile on the tiles. He sat bare on the toilet lid, legs open, watching her.

“Really?”

He nodded once. No grin, no smirk. Just heat in his eyes and a quiet focus that made her breath catch.

“Come here.”

She hesitated for a second. Then her desperation took over, and she stepped forward and tugged her dress off over her head. Her knickers followed, dropping onto the pile on the floor.

Jane lowered herself onto him, skin flushed, breath unsteady. Her thighs pressed to his hips, knees braced on either side of the toilet seat. She felt his cock rigid against her already soaked skin.

She tried to hold on a moment longer. Tried to breathe through it. But her muscles gave in before her mind did.

The piss hit him hard. It poured out of her in a full, hot rush, drenching his crotch instantly. The stream splashed straight over the tip of his cock, running down the length of it, and over his balls. It pooled in the crease between his thighs and hers before dripping into the toilet and onto the floor in fast, noisy splatters.

Zane gasped, head snapping back against the wall, hands clenching around her hips. A groan tore from his throat, raw and guttural. His cock twitched between them, fully coated in her stream, the heat and slickness making him grind up against her without thinking.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed. “That’s..., ohh, God, that feels amazing.”

Jane let out a shaky laugh, still pissing, still riding the flood. Her whole body was slack now, her muscles trembling with the mix of relief and arousal. She looked down and watched the way it kept pouring out of her, unstoppable, soaking everything. His thighs were slick. Her own legs were shiny with it. The wet sound of it filled the room.

“You’re actually loving this,” she said.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, chest rising fast. “Completely.”

“You are a dirty, dirty perv.” She smiled and rocked her hips once, slow and deliberate. He groaned, his breath hot on her face. She leaned in, kissing his neck as the last of her urine streamed over his cock. She could feel him quivering under her.

Once she was finally finished peeing, she reached for his face, cradled his jaw, and kissed him. It started soft, but neither of them had the patience for that. Her lips pressed harder, mouth parting, tongue brushing his. He met her just as eager, moaning into her as his hands slid up her back.

When she pulled back, her breath was unsteady. His mouth was still open. She felt herself pulse between her legs. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was from this.

Her chest rose and fell against him, bare skin against his. His hands drifted higher, brushing over her ribs, then up to her breasts. He cupped them gently at first, thumbs sweeping over her nipples. The light touch sent a jolt through her, and she gasped.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “Do that again.”

He obeyed, circling one nipple with his thumb, then rolling it softly between finger and thumb. She hissed through her teeth and rolled her hips forward in response. His cock throbbed against her, twitching with every grind.

Zane leaned in and kissed along her collarbone, moving to the slope of her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly, flicking his tongue against it. Her hand buried in his hair, holding him there.

She was grinding down onto him without thinking. Her body had taken over. Every movement sent a pulse through her clit. Every breath she took was shallow and sharp. She rolled against him slowly, dragging her wetness over him in tight circles. She could feel him pulsing. Her own thighs were trembling.

She bit her lip, holding the edge, keeping herself just shy of tipping over.

Zane’s mouth moved, switching breasts, tongue, and teeth, teasing her until she was breathing in broken little gasps.

The pressure was building again, sharper this time. Less about relief, more about hunger. Every pass over his cock sent another wave through her, and his hands on her hips only made it worse. Or better. She couldn't tell anymore.

Her breath came out in short, shaky bursts. She buried her face in his neck, trying not to moan too loud. The toilet wasn’t exactly soundproof. But she couldn’t help the sounds slipping out of her throat, soft and helpless, each one closer to a whimper than the last.

Zane sucked her nipple between his lips, teeth grazing just enough to make her hips jerk forward. She gasped and rolled harder, chasing the heat that was pooling low and tight in her stomach.

“I’m close,” she whispered, barely able to speak.

“So am I,” he breathed. 

He dragged her down against him, grinding their soaked bodies together with steady pressure. Her thighs were shaking now, the pleasure coming fast and hot.

Then it hit her.

A sharp pulse that tore through her, making her cry out into his shoulder. Her whole body clenched. Her back arched. The orgasm took her in waves, each one dragging her in deeper as the tension poured out of her, one hard pulse after another.

Zane groaned, hands gripping her tight. He came with a sharp breath, his cock twitching under her, then shooting a thick load of cum between them. She felt it hit her stomach and then again, wet and sticky, between them. He held her close, panting hard against her skin.

His head dropped to her chest. Her hand slid into his hair, stroking without thinking. Both of them were drenched, breathing hard, bodies still twitching from the aftershocks.

There was a long pause, just the sound of the ship humming beneath them and their breaths slowly calming.

Jane tilted her head down, looked at the mess between them.

She snorted, kissed the top of his head, then said, “You’re cleaning this up.”

He laughed. “Deal.”