Worth the Wait (Very Personal Training Book 2)

by Karla Doyle

  Back to playing. Much better. “If I were, would you coax me from my sheltered ways, convince me to let loose?”

  “Hmm…” She wiggled her hands free and went to work on his belt buckle, button and fly. “I’d certainly give it my best shot.” She got one hand around his cock and slid her palm up and down, smiling at his groan of pleasure.

  Next thing he knew, she was leading him by his dick, literally, from the entryway to her living room. Just like at her bakery earlier, Leigh was quick to take control once she made up her mind. Not something he’d spent any amount of time fantasizing about, but it sure as hell worked for him tonight.

  “These are going to be in the way.” With nimble fingers, she maneuvered his jeans and boxers below his butt. “Sit.” A firm poke to the shoulder directed him onto her couch.

  He would’ve chuckled or made some smart-mouthed comeback, but either option would’ve required breathing. Hard enough just to do that, given the insanely sexy sway she was doing between his thighs.

  She slid her hands over her body. Up and down, front and back, caressing her curves, teasing the edge of her t-shirt up to reveal her stomach and the bottom of her bra before letting it fall back into place. Still fully clothed and she made his balls ache.

  Holy goddamn. He could order her to her knees—hell, he wanted to, but this was her game. And fuck, it was hot.

  Hips undulating side to side, she descended. Totally controlled, so incredibly slowly. The trainer in him wanted to commend her for having strong legs. Occupational hazard. That particular compliment would keep until later. Right now, he’d just enjoy the show.

  Her breasts grazed his thighs. So shapely and full, they should be naked and on display. No, they should be his hands, or better yet, in his mouth.

  Her palms on his quads sent a streak of electricity shooting up his legs, straight to his balls. She slid her hands higher, past the bunched denim at his hips, to the base of his cock. She leaned in, her silky hair tickling his skin.

  The temptation to arch his hips, get his cock between those luscious lips, almost won. He gritted his teeth. Spread his arms over the back of her sofa to resist pushing her head down. But Jesus, let her get on with it.

  Warm breath wafted over his tip, adding to the torture of her fist moving up his cock. “You’re so rigid.”

  The words no shit came to mind. Before he could issue them, she looked up at him and bam—all words gone. Pretty eyes, fair skin with a hint of tan and dash of freckles. Shiny, pink lips hovering over the tip of his cock. Yeah, forget talking.

  A wicked smile formed on her sexy mouth. “Look at your jaw and shoulders. You’re so tense. There’s nothing to be nervous about, Sam. We’re friends, you can trust me.”

  “To tease me until I’m hard enough to pound three-inch spikes into a two-by-four with my dick? Already there, babe.”

  “So, is this as hard as it gets?”

  Took him a sec, but he clicked on the reference to that moment in her shop when he’d attempted to kiss her for the first time.

  Oh, she tried to appear disappointed with the state of his cock, but the smile creeping into place gave her away.

  “Depends.” He winked and she laughed openly. He’d let her keep the lead—for the moment—but playing innocent was too much of a stretch.

  “That sounds like a challenge.” Down went her head and out came her tongue, licking a line up the underside of his cock before swirling around the head.

  The only challenge here would be the one to his self-control. He grabbed fistfuls of the couch as her lips closed over his dick.

  Inch by inch, she took him deeper into her mouth. Her throat.

  “Jesus.” So hot—the sensation, the visual. The fact that he had Leigh between his legs, sucking his cock. Especially that.

  Her two-handed tug on his jeans took them down to mid-calf and brought his butt closer to the edge of the couch. Aggressive. Also, fucking hot. She smiled up at him. Cupped his balls. Drew one into her mouth, then the other, while pumping his cock with her fist. She hadn’t done this in a while? Sucking dick must be like a riding a bicycle, because she sure as hell hadn’t forgotten how to do it. One by one, she let his balls slide from the heavenly warmth of her mouth. Then added to the torture with a cool tickle of breath across his slick skin.

  “Good?” she asked when he groaned.

  “No. Amazing.”

  “Guess that means I should keep going.” She rose higher on her knees. A coy smile came his way, then she took his cock in her mouth again.

  A lock of hair escaped her ponytail as she bobbed, so he tucked it behind her ear.

  Now that he’d touched her, he couldn’t give it up—or continue to play submissive. He kept his hand at the back of her head and urged her down. “Deeper. Suck it hard.”

  An enthusiastic “mmm-hmm” vibrated down his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed from suction. Nails scraped his balls and beyond. She circled his asshole, pressed a finger against it. Jesus. She could’ve been a fucking porn star, the way she worked him. Only fifty times better, because there was nothing fake in the eyes looking up at him while she sucked him. Just raw enthusiasm. Hunger, as if she couldn’t get enough.

  “Babe, you have to stop.” Thank God she did, because the heat at the base of his cock had reached a rolling boil. Five more seconds and he’d have lost it. The sight of her kneeling there, eyes glazed, lips puffy and glistening from sucking him, nearly did him in again. He leaned forward. Close enough to brush a soft kiss over those perfect lips. “I have to see you. All of you.”

  She gasped as he tugged her t-shirt up and off. The ponytail elastic bounced to the floor along with her shirt. Her silky hair fell forward, framing her face.

  “Leave it,” he said when she reached for the elastic. “I like it this way.”

  “Messy and out of control?” She attempted to smooth her hair with her palms. Got frustrated and shook it out, an act that drew his eyes straight to her incredible jiggling tits.

  “Yeah.” He sifted her hair around his fingers, cupped her head and tilted it into position for another kiss. “Nothing wrong with being a little out of control, is there?”

  “Definitely not.” Between them, she found the bottom of his shirt and snuck her hands underneath, her nails dragging against his chest. “But we need more space to get out of control. Give me a few minutes to freshen up, then meet me upstairs?”

  Oh, hell yeah. He nodded, let her slide free and watched her walk away. The sway of her hips, the way her body curved and dipped in all the right places—his hand was on his cock before she reached the entryway.

  “Don’t get too fresh,” he said as she rounded the banister.

  From the first stair, she leaned over the railing and smiled at him. “Is that code for ‘hurry the hell up’ or do you want me a little bit dirty?”

  “Both.”

  The creaking stairs suggested she’d taken them at a sprint, and by twos. He liked that about her—her energy, her spirit.

  A door closed upstairs. He pushed off the couch, checking out the room as he pulled up his jeans. Cozy, comfortable living room, neutral colors and very tidy. No toys lying around. The only evidence a kid lived here was a short stack of comics and some framed photos. Mostly pictures of Lennox, no surprise there.

  His gaze landed on a casual shot of mother and daughter. He picked it up, smiling as he took in Leigh and her mini-me, their arms around each other, big smiles on both faces. Genuine happiness and love, right there.

  “Meow.”

  He turned his attention to the gray cat eyeing him from a chair in the corner. “How long have you been there, kitty? Your name wouldn’t happen to be Peeping Tom, would it?”

  Clearly deeming him unworthy of another meow, the cat tucked his head against his body and went back to sleep.

  “Hey…” Leigh’s voice drifted from the second floor. “There’s no hot man waiting in my bedroom. You didn’t fall asleep on the couch, did you?”

  As if that’d
be possible in the state she’d left him. He replaced the photo and headed for the stairs.

  Leigh stood at the top, hands on her hips. She’d left her hair down—and messy, as she’d described it—but swapped the jeans and white bra for two pieces of skimpy black lace and a pair of shoes with straps that wrapped around her ankles and up her calves.

  “Wow.” Hot. So damn hot. “I was not expecting that.”

  LEIGH

  “Too much?” Of course it was too much. She’d known that when she looked in the mirror a couple minutes ago. She should’ve gone with a tank top and boy shorts. Or a robe. Even the black bra and panties might’ve been okay—if she’d forgone the over-the-top shoes. A forty-two-year-old woman attempting to seduce a twenty-eight-year-old personal trainer. What the hell was she thinking?

  “Oh yeah, babe, it’s too much.” The old house’s stairs creaked under Sam’s steady ascent. “But don’t worry, I’ll take care of that when I get up there.” Halfway up, he peeled off his t-shirt. A step higher he unzipped his jeans—and left his hand inside the open fly, stroking himself through the boxer briefs.

  The next squeak came from her, not the stairs. Her status as a confident, mature woman evaporated. Suddenly she was nineteen again, giddy and horny and nervous like whoa.

  “You look incredible.” Sam looped his arm around her waist. Lips brushing her shoulder and neck, his teasing touch left a trail of goose bumps that quickly spread to cover every inch of her body. “I like the shoes. They’re staying on.”

  Well, then. Maybe the shoes hadn’t been a bad choice after all.

  Sam walked her backward, nodding toward the hallway. “Which room’s yours?”

  “The one at the end.”

  He didn’t answer, just smiled, then turned her inside the circle of his arms. Fifteen feet to the door, each slow step accompanied by Sam’s mouth on her neck, his breath in her ear, his hands moving over her body. He slid his fingers inside her bra. Nibbled her earlobe, chuckling at her pouty moan when he abandoned her nipples.

  “There’ll be more of that when I get you naked on a bed.”

  “Then walk faster.”

  Not part of Sam’s plan, obviously. He gripped her hips, pulling her tight to his body, his very hard cock pressing against the crack of her ass when she tried upping their pace.

  “Or we could go at your…” Oh God, his hand. In her panties. Gliding back and forth over her clit.

  “At my what?”

  “Speed.” The word came out as a whisper. Only they weren’t moving at all now, because she’d forgotten how to walk. Never mind walking, when he increased the pressure, she nearly forgot how to stand.

  He teased one finger inside her, then returned to her clit. “Feel good?”

  “Yes.” She slapped one hand against the wall for bracing. “God yes.”

  “I think so too, but it’s not enough.”

  “Yes, it is.” So close, the first ripple of release, right there…until he pulled his hand away. “No, don’t stop now.”

  “Have to.” At least his breathing sounded as ragged as hers. He scooped her into his arms and strode the remaining distance to her room. “I want you to come on my tongue the first time.”

  “I can’t argue with that request.”

  He deposited her on the bed, caged her with his body. The grin on his face was pure trouble. “It wasn’t a request.”

  Panties—gone in a blink. Next, the bra. The shoes, however, he left on, as promised. Then it was his turn. Jeans and the rest hit the floor, leaving Sam standing naked and all-over hard at the end of her bed.

  Best Friday night ever.

  “Wait,” she said when he stepped toward the bed. “Get ready.”

  He grinned. Tipped his head and cast a glance at his cock where it jutted proudly from his body. “This is as ready as it gets, babe.”

  “With a condom.” She trailed her fingers over her breasts, lower, to her clit, the heat building between her legs as Sam ate her up with his eyes. “I want you ready to fuck me as soon as I come—and that’s not a request.”

  The way he raised his eyebrows was an irresistible combination of sexy and playful, and it did all kinds of things to her insides, as it had since day one.

  He bent to retrieve a square packet from his wallet and tossed it near her hand. “Hold on to that.” The bed shifted as he settled on his stomach with his shoulders pressed against her thighs. “You can put it on me when I’m done here.”

  “That’ll be in about twenty seconds, if your tongue is half as talented as your fingers.”

  His chuckle and warm lips brushed her inner thigh. Soft kisses and the tip of his nose left a tickly trail as he tasted everywhere except her clit.

  She twisted and wiggled. Beat her heels against his back. Nothing got his mouth where she wanted it most.

  “God, finally,” she said when his lips sealed over her clit.

  His face vibrated against her—a laugh, or maybe a growl—didn’t matter, it worked.

  “Right there—” She grabbed his head and pressed him tighter. Rocked her hips against his mouth, panting as she spiraled higher, closer to the edge. “More, more…”

  He slid a finger into her pussy. Then two. He stroked in and out, hitting a spot that had her arching off the bed. Trying to escape. Wanting him impossibly closer. Both.

  “Now, now…”

  This time, he definitely growled.

  All the little stars spun in her head. She was flying. Falling. Shattering from the inside. Calling his name and God knows what else.

  Sam crept up her body, hazel eyes brimming with mischief. “Damn, babe, I had no idea your pretty mouth could say such dirty things.”

  “My mouth loves all the dirty things—the talking and the doing.” She waved the condom package. “Now put your delicious cock where I can reach it, so I can get you ready to fuck me.”

  “Delicious, huh?”

  “Well…yes.”

  “Have to say, nobody’s told me I’m delicious before.” God, his grin was so big. And speaking of big, he’d followed orders and moved up, putting that big, delicious cock nicely within reach of her hands or mouth.

  She resisted—for the moment—and focused on his face. “Maybe you’re not delicious to everybody.”

  He cupped both hands over his heart. “Ouch.”

  She poked him in his rippled abs, forcing a quick laugh from his lips. It died when she shifted to her knees and tore into the foil package. If either of them actually breathed as she rolled the condom down his cock, she’d be surprised. She smoothed the last inch in place, leaned in and licked one rock-hard pec.

  “Mmm.” Up the side of his neck, then down, she flicked and kissed. “Taste is a weird and wonderful sense, especially when it’s—”

  “Personal?”

  She nodded as his hand slid into her hair. “Yes.”

  His soft caress continued along her jawline, down her throat to the swell of her breast. Holding her with those strong arms of his, he lowered her to her back again. Then knelt between her thighs, keeping her wide open for him. For his eyes, his cock, anything he wanted.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” The question came out in a husky tone she didn’t recognize, it’d been so long since she used it, if ever.

  “Oh yeah.” Only he didn’t. Instead, he slid his fingers along her pussy. Teasing. Coaxing. Setting her on fire for the umpteenth time.

  She reached for his cock but he evaded her grip. He shook his head and tsked, winking down at her as he circled her clit with his thumb. God, she was so ready for him. She wanted to demand he get inside her, but there’d be no point.

  Sam had stolen the reins and clearly had no plans to return them. “I know exactly what you mean about taste.” He brought his hand to his lips—lips that’d given her an exquisite orgasm minutes earlier—then licked his fingers clean. “When I find something I like, I can’t get enough. Like now. I want more.”

  Her quick grab at his biceps halted his desce
nt. “You’re not going down again.”

  “I’m not?” Warm breath and hotter lips grazed her breasts before heading south. “I think you’re mistaken.”

  She giggled as she wiggled, hands in his hair as she only halfheartedly tried to escape his marauding tongue. She could let him do this, but right now, she wanted something else. “Sam, I need you inside me.”

  He looked up at her, the intensity when their eyes met making her shiver. He pushed up onto his palms. Held the position, hovering above her, every muscle in his shoulders and arms flexing and bulging. “Say it again.”

  No laughing this time. Just a husky whisper. “I need you inside me.”

  He dropped to his forearms. Hands cradling her face, he dipped lower. “Keep saying that.”

  The way he looked at her, the sweetness in his voice, turned her insides to goo. Made her feel as if this was more than sex. Which it wasn’t. Couldn’t be. But she’d let his seductiveness sweep her away anyway. She was older, not crazy. If Sam was into sex talk, she had plenty of things to say to him.

  “I’ve imagined this so many times.”

  “Me too.” He rolled his hips, teasing her clit with the head of his cock. “Bet my thoughts were dirtier.”

  “I’ll take that bet and win.” She opened wider, ran her hands over his broad back, then lower, to his taut ass, which she used to pull him closer. “You’ve done some very filthy things in my fantasies.”

  “Tell me.” His tongue swept inside her mouth, retreated, drew her into an erotic dance of lips and tongues and tastes. “And I’ll turn all of them into reality.”

  Her heart pounded inside her chest. Adrenaline raced through her veins. “I imagined you behind me.”

  SAM

  Sam knew there had to be a hell of a lot more to that fantasy. They’d get to it, all of it. For now, that’s all he needed to hear. He’d wanted their first time to be face to face, so he could kiss her, watch her eyes as he made her come, but he sure as hell wouldn’t argue with fucking her from behind.