Out of Bounds (The Summer Games #2)

by R.S. Grey

  Kira walked behind me and bent low.

  “Inhale,” she said, dropping one hand to my hip and one hand on my knee. As I exhaled, she pushed down, slowly, pushing me farther into the pose. My exhale sounded more like a soft moan, forcing a new layer of flames to spread across my skin.

  “Good,” she said. “Now switch sides.”

  I adjusted back to center and then lifted my left leg to let it drape over to the right side of my body. My head twisted to the left to take in the sight of Erik. Just like I’d been, he was facing away from me, gracing me with an unhindered view of his body. His bare chest was so close I could have leaned over and dragged the pads of my fingers down across him. Would he flinch if I tried? If I leaned over and licked away a bead of sweat before it hit his shorts? I was contemplating the thought when Kira moved over him, telling him to exhale and adjusting him in the pose the same way she’d adjusted me. Her hands were on his hips as he let out a heavy exhale.

  Jealousy burned through me again at the sight of them so close together. Every fiber of my being knew the two of them had slept together before. Was this the whole point of yoga? Did he want to bring me here to show me his former conquests? Or how far I came from comparing to someone like Kira? Anything I was, she was more. Her body was tempting and sensual. Her hair was long and dark. Her breasts were full and perky. Her hips were just curvy enough to drive any man insane.

  “Good, Erik,” she said with a husky tone before hovering over him an inch lower.

  My eyes narrowed in anger. I felt like a voyeur watching them there on the mat. Her touch on him looked intimate, practiced, familiar, and by the time she moved away from him, I saw red.

  The song on the playlist switched and a darker, more seductive sound filled the quiet studio.

  “Erik, lie flat on your back now. We’re going to try something between you two.”

  Between us?

  Her soft gaze turned to me. “Brie, come bend down behind Erik.”

  He sat up in protest, but Kira shook her head as she walked to turn the music up higher.

  “Lie back and close your eyes, Erik.”

  My gaze flicked from Kira to Erik, waiting for him to put an end to this. He didn’t want me touching him—he’d made that perfectly clear over the last few days—but he didn’t stand up to leave. He lay back down just like Kira had requested. Is he too intrigued to defy her? Or is he just so accustomed to following her commands throughout the session? I felt a searing in my chest when I saw how sweet and compliant he could be with this other woman, though he was so volatile with me.

  Jealousy ate away at me as I stood and walked behind him. I took him in slowly, keeping my guard in place. At any moment he would push me away, hold me back out at arm’s length—but for now, he lay before me with his eyes closed. His arms were by his sides and his legs were stretched out on the mat. His features, though relaxed, were as sharp as ever. His lips were slightly open as he inhaled and exhaled slowly. I wanted to lean down and cover his mouth with mine, wanted to remind myself what it tasted like to kiss danger.

  “Erik, keep your eyes closed.”

  I glanced up, realizing Kira had seen me eyeing Erik like I wanted to devour him.

  “Brie, listen as I guide you. I want you to sit so your knees settle on either side of his head.”

  I did as I was told, trying not to notice the heat emanating from him.

  “Wrap your hands behind his neck and slowly massage him there, pulling away from his shoulders so he feels a gentle stretch.”

  “Umm…” I glanced down, trying to find a solid protest. Surely this was inappropriate. Surely Erik didn’t want this. My hands squeezed my knees as I glanced back up to Kira with a question in my gaze.

  “You can’t do anything wrong,” she assured me, casting a spell with a soft smile. “Just try it.”

  On a shaky inhale, I reached down and wrapped my fingers behind Erik’s neck, edging closer to put my knees on either side of his head. His skin was warm and slick with sweat. His neck was strong and stiff; clearly he wasn’t as relaxed as Kira wanted him to be.

  “Erik,” she continued. “Take a deep breath and exhale slowly.”

  I moved my fingers, slowly gliding them along his muscles, loosening the tension there. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to relax in my arms.

  “Good Brie. Now slowly guide your hands to the tops of his shoulders. With the heels of your palms, you’re going to run your hands down his arms, digging into his biceps until you reach his elbows.”

  It seemed easy enough. I pushed up onto my knees and positioned my hands, looking to her for guidance. She nodded for me to continue, so I dug the heels of my palms into his biceps and tried to ease the tension in his muscles. They were massive and coiled tight.

  I could hear Erik’s sharp inhale of breath as I reached his elbows. When I glanced down, I realized I was nearly crawling on top of him. My bare stomach was just a few inches away from his mouth.

  “Beautiful, Brie,” Kira said with a soft tone. “Do this a few more times until Erik is ready to switch. He’ll do the same to you and then I urge you both to take some time and find a resting pose that serves you.” I could hear her moving toward the studio door, but I didn’t glance up. “I’ll come back in after a few minutes and let you know when you can come out of the pose.”

  Wait. My head snapped up. She’s leaving us in here? Alone?

  She walked out of the room, closed the door, and I jerked my palms away from his arms like they were on fire. I leaned back on my heels and glanced down at him.

  “We can just do the final resting pose if you want. I know you probably don’t—”

  His eyes flickered open and met mine. “Do it again. Harder this time.”

  I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course I hadn’t done it hard enough the first time. No setting was free of his critiques. I leaned forward again and dug my heels into the tops of his biceps, using my full body weight to help me push down even harder, as if trying cause pain. Maybe I am. I reached his elbows again, prepared to sit back on my heels, when his arm slipped out from beneath my palm and curled around my stomach. He was holding me there, my body hovering over his.

  A second later he lifted his head to kiss the patch of skin between my belly button and the top of my yoga pants. His lips were soft and sensual and the heat of his breath on my skin made my back arch in need. He tightened his hold around my waist and my arms nearly gave out.

  “You are so unbelievably sexy,” he said, his lips moving across my skin with every syllable. He dipped his finger between the top of my yoga pants and my skin, dragging it across my stomach slowly. My stomach muscles quivered, my back arched even more, and my head fell back, giving him better access to me.

  “These hips.” He let out a groan that nearly sounded like a growl. “I want these hips hovering over my mouth while I taste you.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed, letting his dark words spiral around me. I already knew I’d touch myself later, replaying that sentence in my head over and over again.

  I opened my mouth to beg him for more, but he was sitting up, gripping my shoulders in his hands and flipping me on my back so we could switch positions. He hovered over me like a demon, casting me in shadow with his broad shoulders.

  My mouth went dry.

  “We don’t have to do this,” I said, looking up at him staring down at me. Suddenly, I wanted out. He was there, hovering over me with shadowed eyes, and I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be at his mercy.

  “Close your eyes, Brie.”

  At any moment Kira was going to walk in and find Erik touching me, but instead of turning me off, the idea swelled over me like a dark cloud. She’d had her hands on him for the last hour, but his hands were on me now. His mouth was inches above mine as he massaged my neck. The heels of his palms ground into my arms as he dragged his hands down to my elbows. Like a chain reaction, thousands of tiny fireworks spread through my body from where he touched me. The sensatio
n was nearly too much to contain. I wet my bottom lip and dug my nails into the heels of my palms.

  Any second he would pull away, the door would open, and Kira would compliment us on our practice and tell us to drop our mats by the door. She’d usher us back through the front door and I’d settle into another silent car ride home with Erik, turned on and more frustrated than ever.

  No.

  I wasn’t going to let that happen. Erik wouldn’t let that happen.

  He skimmed his hands up over my bare stomach, brushing across my breasts so gently it could have been an accident—but then he was there again, brushing his fingertips back and forth across my nipples. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to savor the sensation as long as possible.

  “Erik.”

  He dipped his fingers beneath the bottom of my sports bra and tugged it higher, just barely exposing the bottom curve of my breasts. He waited there until I arched my back, showing him I wanted him to continue. He pushed the sports bra higher, up over my breasts, freeing them so he could bend down and brush his tongue across each one. I cried out and gripped the back of his neck to keep his mouth on me. Back and forth he went, palming and sucking my breasts into his mouth until I was withering on the floor.

  “She’s beautiful.”

  My eyes opened with a jerk.

  Kira.

  She stood against the mirrors in the front of the room, eyes glued on us. On me. Her sensual gaze slid down my body and my heart sputtered to a stop, then sped up, pounding so hard I could feel it in my stomach.

  Erik leaned forward and slid his hand between my legs, stroking me back and forth over my yoga pants. The friction was intense and the soft material made his fingers even harder to resist as he brushed against my bundle of nerves.

  Holy.

  “Is she as soft as she looks?” Kira asked.

  “Like velvet,” Erik answered, his tone warm and husky.

  “I want to see what she looks like when she loses control.”

  What is happening?

  Why isn’t he kicking her out?

  Why don’t I kick her out?

  Erik’s lips twisted into a devilish smirk. “Do you hear that, Brie?” he asked as his lips hit my ear. “She wants to see you come.”

  His fingers picked up to a maddening pace, rolling over my clit, and I moaned, tingles erupting down my body. My hips arched off the ground, grinding up against his hand.

  “Have you tasted her?” Kira asked, pushing off the mirrors and stepping closer. Her dark hair was still tugged up into a tiny bun, but a few strands framed her face, highlighting her full lips.

  I watched her drop down to her knees in front of me, far enough away that I knew she was waiting for my permission. Her hand reached out and glided up my shin, and my stomach shook with butterflies.

  “Erik,” I breathed, unsure of what to do. Would he let her touch me? Taste me?

  He pushed the top of my yoga pants down, taking my panties with them. He kept pushing the material past my hip bones and then down another inch. I had to lift my butt off the ground for him to get them any farther, and I knew if I did, it was as good as consent. Kira’s hands reached up for my clothes and when her soft fingers hit the skin just above my pubic bone, my hips lifted off the ground on their own accord. She undressed me the rest of the way and then tossed my clothes to the side.

  “Do you want her to touch you?” Erik asked, sliding his hand down my stomach. He hit my belly button and then brushed lower, skimming across my most sensitive skin. He spread me open, showing Kira every inch of my soft curves as his middle finger dipped inside. I cried out and dug my nails into the back of his neck. He slid in and out slowly, so slowly, and then Kira’s breath hit the inside of my thigh and I squeezed my eyes closed so tight it hurt.

  I thought I was going to pass out from the adrenaline spiking my blood. It was all too much. My body didn’t know where to focus. A million different sensations were hitting me at once.

  “Answer,” Erik commanded with a soft whisper against my ear.

  I nodded breathlessly, reaching down to grip Kira’s silky hair so she couldn’t pull away. I had no clue what was happening. I’d never once been touched by another woman, but I dreaded the thought of her pulling away. I wanted this too much.

  She pressed a butterfly kiss to my inner thigh, but it wasn’t enough and Erik knew it. He reached down and hooked his hand beneath my right knee, spread my thighs, and opened me for her even more.

  Her kisses trailed the inside of my thigh as she tasted my salty skin. Her smooth hands blazed the trail for her lips and when she touched the inside of my thigh right where it met my hip, my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. She touched and stroked me gently, not wanting to push too far too fast. Her fingers were like feathers across my skin and when she finally put her lips on the very center of me, I lost track of everything but her mouth. It was divine.

  I squeezed my eyes closed harder as my toes curled. Every part of me was trying hard to stave off my orgasm. The sparks were so close, but I didn’t want her to stop, not when she’d only just begun.

  “Kira,” I whispered, trying to tell her to slow down, but she reached out and pressed my hips down so I couldn’t move. She covered me with her mouth and swirled her tongue across my clit. I tried to roll my hips to meet her, but she had me pressed to the floor so hard I couldn’t move.

  It was maddening and Erik could see it written across my face.

  “Do you see what can happen when you listen to your body?”

  I let out a moan as my stomach started to shake. He bent forward, pulled my nipple into his mouth, and I saw stars. I fisted my hands in his hair as my orgasm grew closer and closer.

  “I need to come,” I begged.

  Kira’s tongue slid up and down and I pressed my hips up, trying to keep her in that…exact…spot.

  She swirled her tongue again and I started to shudder.

  I locked eyes with Erik and he nodded, giving me permission to fall.

  “Yes,” I cried. “Yes.”

  My entire body shook as bliss overtook me. Erik kissed me hard, dragging his teeth along my bottom lip as I moaned into his mouth. Kira didn’t let up once; she licked me until my breathing slowed and my eyes fluttered open.

  I thought she’d back off then, but it wasn’t enough. Erik’s hands were all over me, burning my skin as Kira’s soft lips played with my head. The sensations were so opposite. Erik’s hands were strong and calloused; he took what he wanted, gripping my body like it was his to own. Kira’s touch was tentative and sweet, so fucking soft I couldn’t help begging for more.

  My second orgasm came on faster, so quick I couldn’t try to control it. My body jerked as I pressed my lips against Erik’s neck, moaning his name over and over again as I tried to keep hold of the sensations. I wanted it to go on forever, and it seemed to as Kira’s tongue robbed me of the concept of time.

  There, in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life, I realized they hadn’t touched once. They were both completely clothed; I was the one spread on the ground, naked and exposed. Kira kissed my inner thigh one last time, massaging the spot before she slowly pulled away. Warm air hit my skin as real life settled back into place. I was dripping with sweat, both from my workout and from my heady orgasms.

  “What did she taste like?” Erik asked when my eyes finally fluttered open.

  Kira smirked as she pushed to stand. “Bliss.”

  I was flustered as I tried to orient myself back to reality. I pulled my yoga pants back into place and felt Kira behind me, watching from a few feet away. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. To them, I was a toy, and they’d fucked with me so much that even as I stood and adjusted my pants, I knew there was no use in trying to erase the last few minutes. They were branded across my heart forever.

  Kira stepped forward and lifted my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze in the mirror. She was smiling, easy and confident. She and Erik had worked together in the last few minutes, ma
king me come so hard my world shifted, and yet she looked so calm, like the last few minutes had been nothing at all.

  “Your body is beautiful,” she said. “Trust it.”

  I reached my tongue out to wet my lips.

  “It’s the only thing in this world you can depend on.”

  As if on cue, Erik came into view in my periphery. He tugged his t-shirt back into place near the cubbies and reached for his keys. His eyes didn’t meet mine in the mirror as he crossed the room. He pulled the studio door open and called to me over his shoulder.

  “I’ll meet you in the truck,” he said with his usual tone.

  His words sliced through me. They were distant and cold, the polar opposite of Kira’s. She gripped my hip, reassuring me, and then walked off to pull the mats from the center of the room. I grabbed my t-shirt and phone and headed for the door with my eyes on the ground.

  “Good luck in Rio,” Kira called.

  I waved and walked out, not bothering to correct her. I didn’t need luck for the games; I needed luck to get through the next twenty minutes alone with Erik.

  He was already sitting behind the wheel, waiting for me to join him. As soon as I pulled my door shut, he took off, kicking up dirt under his wheels as he whipped back out onto the deserted street.

  The excitement I’d felt only minutes before had morphed into something dark and ugly. I was crashing from the adrenaline; the spell was wearing off, and in its place there was only anger. I’d put myself out there, had bared myself for him, and he was back to treating me like nothing. My body couldn’t handle the whiplash. I needed him to pull me close and reassure me that the last thirty minutes had been as exhilarating for him as they’d been for me.

  The longer we sat in silence, the more my body filled with anger. I shook with it. Rage bloomed in my stomach, though I tried hard to ignore it. I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to focus my attention through the front windshield, but every time he moved I nearly jumped out of my skin.

  What was going on in that thick skull of his? How can he not be moved by what he just did? A normal, decent guy would reach across the front seat and hold my hand. He’d try to strike up a conversation and make me feel more comfortable. Erik might as well have been a ghost in the driver’s seat.