For the . . .
Shit it was so good.
So hard.
So deep.
So goddamned deep.
I dug my nails into his back. Left marks there to match the ones I’d left on his chest. I bit down on my bottom lip. Shivered.
I tightened my walls.
Felt his shaft pulsate.
Made him say, “Shit, I like that.”
Then I spread my legs.
Made him say, “Goddamn that’s good. Open them wider.”
I did.
Ryan pounded me even harder. Went deeper.
I erupted as he slammed into me. Felt like a geyser shooting hot water into the air.
I moaned.
I gasped.
Demanded to be fucked harder.
Told myself again that I was there for the job.
For the . . .
I arched my back.
Cursed as he pounded against my pelvic bone and came.
He collapsed on top of me and told me not to move as he bucked several times.
I lay still, my heart beating heavily, my pussy electric, throbbing, on fire.
For the job.
That went through my mind as we fucked again before going our separate ways.
24
“Excuse me, can you give me a spot?”
Aida gave Griffin Steele a smile and then added, “If you’re able to I mean.”
They were at Gold’s Gym. The free weight area. Aida had spent the last half hour working up a generous sweat on the treadmill in the Nautilus equipment room. The room was packed with fit and toned men and women determined to keep their lithe and sculpted physiques intact. It was also packed with middle-aged men and women trying desperately to lose pounds that refused to be lost.
Aida ran at level ten speed. She wanted to sweat, to get her muscles pumping. She ran on the treadmill nearest to the main door of the room. From that position she could look straight through the door’s glass to the main entrance of the athletic facility, which was just yards away. Five minutes before she’d arrived for her workout, Griffin Steele had walked in for his. Aida ran, her eyes focused on the entrance, watching all of the comings and goings, and made sure that Griffin didn’t leave.
Satisfied that the sweat she’d worked up had created an alluring sheen on her skin, she ventured downstairs a half hour later to make her move on the man whose wife had claimed was a sucker for an athletic female.
Griffin looked up at her and smiled. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and over his well-defined arms. He was working his chest, and had just completed three sets of dumbbell chest presses. Aida had watched him perform his sets and wondered how it would have been to have him lift her up and down as she sat atop him as easily as he had handled the eighty-five-pound dumbbells.
He said, “If I weren’t able to, I’d find a way to be.”
The corner of Aida’s mouth rose. It was a weak line, but she’d liked it. She flipped a strand of her hair behind her ear. It was subtle, sexy, and extremely flirtatious. She said, “I appreciate that.”
Griffin rose from the workout bench. He stood a full foot taller than Aida. She loved tall men.
“I’m over here,” she said.
She turned and headed to a bench a few feet behind him to his left.
“Bench press?” Griffin asked.
“Yeah. This is my chest day.”
In a not-so-subtle way, Griffin’s line of sight trailed down to her breasts. She had on a hot pink sports bra that hugged her full breasts. Breasts were his body part of choice–more pertinent information from his wife.
Griffin brought his eyes back up to hers. “It’s my chest day too.”
Aida took her line of sight to his pectorals, pumped beneath a tight black tank, looked back at him and said, “Sorry to bug you, but my partner flaked out on me.”
“Not a bother,” he said. “Too bad she had other plans.”
“He. And if by ‘other plans’ you mean another bitch to fuck, then, yeah, that jerk had other plans.”
Her tone was harsh and rough around the edges. Her natural tone before Lisette had come along and smoothed her out.
“Damn,” Griffin said, taking a spot at the top of the bench.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to go off like that.”
“It’s fine. I’m just sorry to hear that he’s cheating on you.”
Aida straddled the bench slowly, almost suggestively, and sucked her teeth as she lay back. “Yeah. He thinks he’s so slick. Thinks that I don’t know.”
Griffin’s crotch hovered close to her mouth. An explicit thought ran through her mind.
“Did you step to him about it?” Griffin asked.
Aida shook her head. “No. And I’m not going to, either. It and he’s a waste of my time.” She grabbed the barbell, her hands shoulder-width apart. “Oh, well. It’s his loss.”
“Someone else’s gain,” Griffin said, his eyes going over her again.
Aida looked up at him. Spoke sex with her eyes, and said, “It could definitely be someone else’s gain.”
She tightened her fingers around the steel bar.
Griffin clenched his jaw and flared his nostrils.
“I’ll need help when I reach seven,” she said.
“OK.”
Aida counted, lifted the bar on three and brought it down to her chest in one smooth and controlled motion. She did the first five repetitions easily, struggled on the sixth, and just before the seventh rep said, “OK. Now.”
Griffin gave slight assistance and helped her raise the bar as he encouraged her. “Push it. That’s it. Don’t stop! Two more. There you go. Push it! Push it!”
Aida grunted out the last two reps and then set the bar down. She was breathing heavily, not because the weight had been particularly heavy, but rather because with each up-and-down motion of the barbell she imagined moving her mouth up and down on Griffin’s penis as it hovered above her.
She sat up, turned, and faced him. “Sorry you had to give me so much help,” she said. “My focus is a little jacked up right now.”
“No apologies necessary. My focus would be off too.”
“Thanks for the help.”
“Not a problem. Just let me know when you’re ready to do the next set.”
Aida let out a dramatic sigh. “That might be my last set. I just don’t feel like working out anymore.”
Griffin frowned. “I thought you said it was his loss.”
“I did. And it is.”
“Then why are you letting him get to you?”
Aida ran her hands through her hair in an exasperated motion. “It’s not so much that he’s gotten to me,” she said. “Honestly I’m more pissed off than anything.”
“Then say something to him.”
“He’s not worth it.”
“Then do another set.”
“Aren’t you just the slave driver,” she said with a smile.
Griffin shrugged. “Just trying to keep you focused. You’re far too sexy to let a guy who doesn’t appreciate you stress you out.”
Aida smiled again and flipped a strand of hair behind her ear again. “Thank you. Your woman’s lucky to have you.”
Griffin shrugged. “Apparently she didn’t think she was lucky enough. She’s dating my best friend now.”
Aida opened her eyes wide. “Damn!”
“Yeah. I guess the six-bedroom house, the Benz, and the weekly spa appointments I provided for her weren’t enough.”
“Wow. That would damn sure be enough for me.”
Griffin shrugged again. “Like you said . . . her loss.”
“Someone else’s gain.”
Griffin looked at Aida with lustful promise in his eyes. “Definitely,” he said, the volume in his voice down a notch, the timbre deeper.
Aida smiled.
God, I’m good, she thought.
She said, “You know, it just hit me that we don’t know each other’s names.”
Griffin
nodded and laughed. “This is true.” He extended his hand. “I’m Griffin.”
Placing hers in his, Aida said, “Aida.”
“Nice to have met you, Aida.”
“Likewise, Griffin. Honestly, it doesn’t feel like we just met.”
Griffin agreed with a smile. Her hand was still enclosed in his. “There does seem to be a familiar connection there.”
“You always come to the gym at this time?”
“I usually come in the morning, before six, but I had a late night last night. I couldn’t drag myself out of the bed this morning to get in here.”
“Late night, huh? Guess she wore you out.”
Griffin laughed. “Yeah. Work usually does.”
Aida gave an I-see nod. “Are you a workaholic?”
Griffin raised one shoulder this time. “I’ve been known to put in an hour or two of overtime.”
“All work and no play?”
Griffin tightened his jaw. “I’m all about business, but I make sure I get the play in there, too.”
Aida cleared her throat. “That’s good to know. So, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you do?”
“Don’t mind at all. I work for the government.”
“Doing?”
“IT consulting.”
“Sounds interesting.”
Griffin shrugged dismissively. “It’s OK. Boring, really. Only perk is that I get to do a lot of traveling.”
“Mmmm, I love to travel.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. I’ve been to a few places. A few islands. Puerto Rico, Trinidad, Bahamas, Jamaica.”
“You’re young to be so seasoned.”
“I’m twenty-six. Been holding things down on my own since I was seventeen. I’ve done a decent job saving money, unlike a lot of people I know. Most of them don’t do shit. I figure you only have one life, so you may as well get out and enjoy it before your time is up.”
“Good philosophy. You never do know when it could be your time to go.”
“The only place I haven’t been to that I really want to visit is the Philippines. I’ve heard it’s beautiful over there.”
Aida stared at him. Watched his eyes intently.
Griffin nodded, his eyes giving away his thoughts. “I’ve been there,” he said.
“Really?”
“Several times. It’s one of the places the job sends me to frequently.
“Is it really gorgeous?”
“It is.”
“Filipino women are beautiful.”
Griffin agreed. “Yes, they are. You would fit in over there.”
“I’m not Filipino.”
“Trust me, you don’t need to be.”
Aida gave him a smile. He is a charmer, she thought. A very sexy one.
She let her eyes roam without shame over his sculpted arms. She loved thick, well-defined arms on a man. Loved they way they held her firmly in the fits of hot sex.
Enjoying her ogling, Griffin crossed his arms across his chest and flexed.
Damn, he is a cocky son of a bitch. Engreido.
She had no doubt in her mind that he could fuck. Vivian was pathetically insecure and dependant, but Aida was sure that Griffin’s dick had a hand in her not wanting to let him go.
Her eyes went from his arms to his chest. It was still swollen from his workout. She imagined running her hands over his pecs while she sat on top of him. She ran her eyes down his chest and paused briefly on his midsection, before going down to his crotch. She wondered about his size, his girth. He was a very well-groomed man with his faded moustache and goatee. She wondered if he kept his penis groomed too. Her blood pumped as she grew hot and wet beneath her thong.
She pulled her eyes away from his crotch, just knowing that she was going to have it, and brought her eyes back up to his.
One corner of his mouth was raised into a you-like-what-you-see smirk as he stared back at her. “So,” he said, machismo in his tone, “are you ready to do another set?”
Aida smiled. “I’m still not in the mood to work out anymore.” Her tone was even, but her eyes were saying a hell of a lot more.
“So what are you in the mood for?” Griffin asked.
Aida looked at him.
He looked back at her.
People around them continued with their workouts, oblivious to their conspicuous sex talk.
Aida said, “So . . . no girlfriend?”
“Told you she left me high and dry.”
“No wife?”
Without hesitation. “No.”
Son of a bitch, Aida thought. (I’m going to fuck you and then fuck you over) Te jodere y entonces te jodere otra vez. She said, “You don’t swing both ways, do you?”
Griffin laughed. “Definitely not.”
“Just checking. You never know these days.”
More laughter. “That’s true, but I’m definitely not playing for both teams.”
Aida stared at him. Focused on his full lips before going over his torso again.
Griffin ran his eyes over her. “So no other set?”
“Nope.”
“And you don’t want to call your boyfriend up? Maybe lay into him? Maybe work things out?”
“I was single as of an hour ago. I’m definitely not working anything out.”
Griffin looked at her, his stare deep, intense. “Want to go out for a drink?”
Aida flashed a smile. “I was just waiting for you to ask.”
25
Vivian Steele didn’t want her to do anything with her husband, because she couldn’t handle walking in on them having sex. She was barely going to be able to handle seeing them naked on the bed together. She was paying $40,000 for visual proof of her husband about to cheat so that she could use that to force him to go to marriage counseling.
What-the-fuck-ever.
If that was what she wanted, then fine: Aida would give the client what she’d paid for. But that moment was days away, and before then, Aida would be damned if she didn’t get as much of Griffin Steele’s dick as she could.
Which was what she was doing now.
In the back of Griffin’s jet-black Cadillac Escalade, on his cream-colored leather seats, Aida rode him fiercely.
They were in the parking lot of the gym. The sexual tension between them had been too high to wait to be released. The Escalade idled while the air conditioning blasted. The sun had gone down, but the humidity was still suffocating.
Aida leaned back and grabbed the driver’s side headrest. “Fuck,” she said. “Goddamn, baby. Give it to me.”
She loved this shit.
Loved fucking.
Loved being fucked.
She dug her fingers into the leather and pushed her hips down. She wanted to feel Griffin deep inside of her. He was so big, so thick. It was more than she’d imagined. Shit. He was perfect.
Griffin clamped his big hands around her waist, held her firmly, and drove up into her.
Aida cried out. “Cono. Again, baby. Do that shit again!”
Griffin did as commanded.
Spanish flew from Aida’s lips. She was loud. Could have been heard, but the parking spot around the back to the left–a spot where few members parked their cars–was perfect for their pornographic activity.
Aida sat up, pushed her sports top down, palmed her breasts, and squeezed her very erect nipples as Griffin palmed her ass. She moved her waist back and forth. Made Griffin’s swollen member nearly slide out of her each time before swallowing it up again.
Her blood pumped. Bumps rose on her slick skin. She got the chills, it felt so good.
Sex.
From the first time she’d ever experienced it, to now: it was something she craved, needed, had to have. She’d never found the act unenjoyable. She’d never been disappointed by any partner. Not because all of the men had been perfect lovers, because they weren’t, but rather because she never allowed them to make the experience a bad one. If they didn’t know how to move, she moved for them. If
their dicks weren’t fulfilling enough, she adjusted her pussy to compensate for their shortcomings. If they came too quickly, she didn’t care: she finished the job her damn self. She never had sex without having an orgasm. She didn’t believe in that. If it was on, then it was on, and one way or another, she was going to explode. And explode she always did. In spurts. In gushes. In tidal, wave eruptions. Sex was her drug and she couldn’t and wouldn’t go through withdrawal.
Aida moaned out loud, then leaned forward, wrapped her hand around the back of Griffin’s sweaty, bald head and drove her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him ravenously as he thrust up into her. Aida moaned again, forced her tongue deeper, then pulled back after a few seconds of hard kissing and stared into Griffin’s eyes as he stared back at her.
The synchronized fucking never missed a beat.
“Your . . . your boyfriend’s an idiot,” Griffin said, squeezing her ass harder, pushing himself deeper. His breaths were heavy, short.
Aida bit down on her lip. He’d gone damn deep. Breathlessly, she said, “Ex. And it . . . it’s his loss . . . remember?”
Griffin flashed a naughty smile and thrust up again. “You’re going to have to introduce me to him.”
Aida cringed. Pushed down to make it hurt more. “Oh, will I?”
Griffin nodded. “Yeah. I need to thank him.”
He thought he was so good. Thought he was the sole star in the play, giving the performance of a lifetime. He knew his lines and delivered them easily without hesitation.
Aida laughed.
He had no clue. As big a role as he had, her role was even bigger.
She said, “I’ll see what I can do about that.”
Griffin nodded and ravaged her pussy with a series of fast, deep thrusts. “I appreciate that.”
“Do that again,” Aida said. “Harder.”
Griffin pushed up. “You want it to hurt?”
Aida pushed down. “You can’t hurt me.”
Griffin slapped her ass. “You say that now.”
Aida leaned forward and bit on his earlobe. “You haven’t got the balls to hurt me.”
Griffin flashed an almost sinister smile, then smacked her ass again, harder this time. “Better watch what you say.”
Aida’s turn to smile. She loved having her ass slapped, her hair pulled. She loved when it got rough, uninhibited.
She leaned back, wrapped her arms around the headrest again. Pushed down and moved her waist like an erotic dancer on her knees, leaning against a steel pole with her legs spread wide, performing in front of horny men whose eyes expressed how badly they wanted to taste, touch, smell, lick, suck, bite, finger, fist, and fuck her shaved pussy.
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