Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 189: Just a Bath

Nash left the hotel and walked straight into the Underground night. He flagged a taxi, the driver barely glancing at him before rolling off through the slums.

He tapped the driver’s shoulder when the market came into view, the cab stopping under a blue sign. Nash stepped out into the narrow shop crammed with cheap clothes, picking a plain black hoodie and dark joggers that fit him, along with socks and boxers.

At the counter, he spotted a thin silver necklace with a small breakball pendant and added it to the pile for Zayela before heading back to the cab with his bags beside him, watching the slums pass again until the driver slowed on gravel outside their building.

Nash paid, took his stuff, and climbed the stairs two at a time.

He walked up the stairs to their floor, keys jingling in his hand.

He stopped in front of the door, looked at the old metal key, and almost laughed at himself.

For a second, he wondered if this door used those card things that beeped, then shook his head.

Nah. Real key. Real door. Same old place.

It felt like an eternity since he had come here.

He turned the key, pushed the door open, and his world spun around.

Zayela crashed into him like a happy truck before he could put a foot inside.

She jumped straight at his chest, arms wrapping around his neck, legs hooking his waist, knocking him back against the doorframe hard enough that the wood creaked.

Nash stumbled, caught her by reflex, hands grabbing her ass to keep them both upright.

She was laughing, loud and bright, her face buried in his neck.

"You absolute monster!" she yelled, her voice muffled against his skin. "What was that game? You destroyed them! I was screaming the whole time!"

Her body pressed tight to his, tits squishing against his chest, thighs squeezing his sides, warm and soft and full of energy.

Nash grinned, hands still on her ass, holding her up easily.

"You watched?"

"Of course I watched! Everybody watched! The way you played... holy shit, Nash. That no-look to the alley-oop? I almost fell off the couch."

She pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes shining, cheeks flushed, lips curved in the biggest smile he’d seen on her in months.

For a moment, he felt something different than usual, less than the pride of a pro player, it was the satisfaction of seeing his most important person acknowledging his work and being this overjoyed.

"You made them look stupid. These girls couldn’t touch you. Nobody could."

Her legs tightened around his waist, hips shifting a little without thinking, like she couldn’t sit still.

A very dangerous action, especially considering the Herculean efforts he had to put in earlier. Nash’s hands squeezed her ass once, automatically.

"Glad you liked the show."

Zayela bit her lip, eyes flicking down to his mouth, then back up.

"I more than liked it."

She leaned in, forehead resting against his.

"I’m proud of you," she whispered. "So damn proud."

Her voice cracked just a little on the last word.

Nash felt it hit him in the chest. Yeah, there was definitely something different when it was about Zayela.

She didn’t even question why he was so late; she just waited all the time for him to come back.

He didn’t say anything, just held her there, door still half-open behind them, her weight perfect in his arms, her breath warm on his lips.

For a long minute, neither moved.

Then Zayela laughed again, softer this time, and kissed his cheek quickly.

"Close the door, dummy. You’re letting the cold in."

Nash kicked it shut without letting her go.

He carried her inside, her legs still locked around him, her arms tight around his neck, both of them smiling like idiots.

Nash grinned.

"So, how much did you like the show ?"

She pulled back just enough to look at him, grinning in return.

"A little arrogant, are we? Of course, I loved every second. Except when you weren’t playing."

Her hips shifted a little, thighs squeezing his sides.

Nash’s hands squeezed her hips once in return.

"Glad you liked it."

She laughed softly, fingers playing with his collar.

"And that giant girl... what’s her name, Jazz? She was amazing. You two looked unstoppable. Like you knew what she was gonna do before she did."

Nash grinned, hands sliding to her waist, thumbs brushing the warm skin under her tank top.

"She’s good. Real good. But yeah... we clicked."

Zayela bit her lip, leaning in until her forehead touched his again.

"Little secret, I like seeing you like that. Calm... In control... Choosing the speed..."

She leaned in closer, murmuring in his ear.

"Makes me think how you’d manhandle everything else the same way."

Nash’s grin turned sharper, his fingers digging a little harder into her hips.

"Yeah? Careful what you wish for, Zay."

She laughed softly, arms tightening around his neck.

"I’m not scared."

Nash laughed and lowered herself slowly, hands sliding from her ass to her waist as her feet touched the floor.

She kept her arms around his neck, standing close, tits brushing his chest.

"You hungry? Saved you some food. Figured you’d come back starving after showing off."

"Yeah. But first..."

He reached into his bag, pulled out the small box.

Zayela raised an eyebrow, took it.

"What’s this?"

"Open it."

She did, carefully, and the thin silver necklace with the small breakball pendant glinted.

She stared at it, then at him.

"Nash... You got this... for me?"

He nodded.

"Figured you deserved something that wasn’t second-hand."

Zayela’s mouth twitched, like she wanted to tease but couldn’t find the words.

She turned the pendant over in her fingers, quiet for a second.

Then she looked up, eyes softer than usual.

"...Thanks, Nash."

She stepped close, arms around his neck again, hugging him hard.

Nash held her back, hands on her waist, feeling her breathe.

She pulled away first, clearing her throat.

"Alright, sir, that deserves a full service today. First, food’s getting cold. Sit your ass down."

Nash laughed.

"Yes, ma’am."

Zayela heated the leftover soup, set the bowl in front of Nash, and sat close enough that their knees touched under the small table.

She scooped a spoonful, blew on it quickly, and held it to his mouth like he was a kid who’d forget to eat.

He opened without thinking, took the bite, and chewed slowly. She did it again, and again, her eyes on his face the whole time, talking about casual stuff.

He let her feed her, just ate while she watched, her free hand resting on his thigh under the table, thumb brushing slow circles.

When the bowl was empty, she stood, took it to the sink, and rinsed it fast. Then turned, leaned against the counter, arms crossed loosely under her chest.

"Do you smell that?"

Here we go...

She gave him a teasing smile, one he knew was coming sooner or later, especially with their new relationship.

"You’re filthy," she said. "Shower. Now."

Nash pushed up slowly, legs still heavy from Jaz’s ride.

He walked past her to the bathroom, feeling her eyes on his back.

Usually, it would be the other way around. She had the killer body.

But with all his upgrades, the effect was bigger on him.

The tub was big for their place, clean white porcelain, wide enough for two if they didn’t mind touching.

He stripped, stepped in, let the water hit his shoulders and run down.

He expected the door to open, so he didn’t bother closing it.

And just as he expected... It did open.

Zayela slipped in, naked, her skin glowing warm under the light.

Her body filled the small space, thick thighs brushing as she moved, heavy tits swaying softly with each step, nipples dark and already hard from the steam... or something else.

Her ass rounded perfectly when she turned to close the door, the curve deep and smooth.

She didn’t care a little bit about being seen in this state by him, quite understandable after what had happened between them.

The day had been long, and it wasn’t over yet. Maybe 3 pm would be too early to meet Rei after all.

But again... What a welcome way to go.

Zayela stepped into the tub, water splashing as her legs slid in close. She stopped at the tub edge, hands on his shoulders for leverage, lifting one leg slowly to slide in.

Nash couldn’t close his eyes for a second; every detail of her majestic body was exposed to his delight.

Her tits hung close to his face as she balanced, full and round, the curve perfect, skin smooth and damp from the steam.

She lowered herself face-to-face, knees on either side of his thighs, water sloshing as she settled.

Nash’s cock instantly and violently twitched underwater; even after everything that had happened, it hadn’t heard any bells.

He shifted quickly, trying to hide it, hands dropping to cover casually, but maybe the move was too obvious.

Zayela grinned, innocent like she hadn’t noticed.

"What? Don’t you like taking a bath with your lovely cousin?"

Nash swallowed.

"I don’t dislike it. Just... surprised."

She laughed softly, leaning back a little, water lapping at her waist.

"Relax. It’s just a bath. I want some quality time with my very busy cousin."

She reached for the soap, lathered her hands slowly, bubbles forming thick between her fingers.

Nash watched her tits move with every motion, water beading on the smooth brown skin, her nipples hard and dark against the steam.

He tensed more, trying to keep his breathing even.

Zayela scooted closer, knees pressing his thighs open wider until he had no choice but to spread them.

"You’ve been working so hard lately," she said in a casual tone, light like she was talking about the weather. "All that pounding..."

Nash’s eyes turned to hers. She blinked, tilted her head, and smiled innocently.

"What? Pounding the ball. You know, getting those wins."

Her hands slid over his chest, soap slick and warm, thumbs brushing his nipples once, light enough to feel accidental but lingering just long enough to make his skin burn.

"You must be exhausted from handling all those big girls."

Nash’s breath caught again, sharper this time. What was she...

She smiled wider, eyes sparkling like she knew exactly what she’d done.

"Handling the defense, I mean. They’re tough, right?"

Her palms glided down his abs, fingers tracing the lines slowly, nails grazing faintly.

"Bet you’re stiff all over after riding them so hard."

Nash groaned low, hips shifting without permission. Nah, no way it was a coincidence. This might be her way of making him pay for coming home so late.

Yet, Zayela’s eyes widened, playful.

"Riding the game, Nash. Keeping control the whole time."

She leaned in closer, tits brushing his chest, soft and heavy as she reached his back, fingers digging into knots with surprising strength.

If it weren’t for the doubts in him, he might have fallen there.

"You’re carrying a lot these days. Feels good to let someone else take over, doesn’t it?"

Her hands moved lower, thumbs pressing his lower back, soap making everything slippery.

Nash’s cock throbbed harder under the water, impossible to hide now.

She’s doing this on purpose, he thought. Or maybe she isn’t. Maybe she’s just teasing because that’s who she is. But fuck, she’s playing with my nerves like she knows exactly what happened tonight.

Zayela kept the pace lazy, hands working his shoulders again, thumbs circling slowly.

Nash’s control was slipping fast. He opened his eyes and looked at her over his shoulder.

"Zay... you sure you wanna start this? I’m running on empty."

She tilted her head, smiling playfully.

"Empty? You don’t feel empty." Her hand dipped lower, fingers grazing his cock under the water. "Feels pretty full to me."

Nash groaned, hips jerking once.

"Ah... This thing has its own brain."

Zayela leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

"Then let me take care of both of you. Just relax, you’re not working tonight."

Her hands moved to his chest again, palms flat, rubbing slow circles.

"You played amazingly today. You deserve this."

Nash gave her a teasing smile.

"Yeah? What exactly am I getting?"

She laughed softly, pouring more soap straight onto her chest, letting it run down between her tits in thick white streams.

"A reward," she said casually. "For all that hard work."

She cupped her tits, rubbing the soap in slow motion, spreading the bubbles foaming between her palms and spreading over the smooth brown skin.

The soap slid down the deep valley between them, dripping off her hard nipples in thick strings shining under the light.

Nash watched, throat dry, cock throbbing harder.

She leaned forward, pressing them together around his cock under the water, and started moving, her tits squeezing tightly around him, sliding up and down. She smiled sweetly.

"Now relax, and let me take care of you."

The water cooled around them, her tits warm against his skin, holding him right where she wanted.

Nash exhaled slowly, tired, but smiling despite himself.

It was just a bath, a simple reward that wouldn’t go further, but maybe the most important moment of the day.