by Mika Lane
He moved me just enough to position the condom over his cock, and when he was sheathed, gazed up at me.
“You ready, baby? You ready for my big cock?”
“I don’t know, Nat,” I breathed, his filthy words causing me to shake. I jutted out my bottom lip to play coy. “It might be too big for my little pussy.”
“Well then, we’ll go nice and slow. I promise you’ll like it. You’ll like it deep inside you.”
I was convinced.
He reached for my ass and lifted me so I hovered just above him. He rubbed his tip against my hard clit.
“I’m taking your pretty pussy, baby.”
He opened my lips with two fingers and entered me a half-inch or so, giving me time to adjust to the wide head of his cock. Then he bounced me on it another inch or so, very lightly, to spread my moisture. I was turned on as hell, ready to fucking explode, especially at the way he was taking his time with me. It must have been torture for him. But he’d get his in due time.
He thumbed my clit as I slowly engulfed him, and damn if I wasn’t quickly crammed full of his cock, stretched nearly to my limit. My head dropped back while I ground myself on him, and his hands flew to my breasts to pull and squeeze my nipples. The pleasure/pain sensation was overwhelming—almost more than I could take. I heard a grunting and groaning sound in the room, and eventually realized it was me.
When he was completely seated inside me, he thrust his hips to drive even deeper with powerful, unforgiving attacks. I held on to his chest for balance and rode him as hard as I could.
“I want to feel you come,” he growled between clenched teeth, his gaze locked with mine. It was so intimate, I thought I might crawl out of my skin.
“I’m coming now,” I whispered. I couldn’t manage anything more. “Fuck me, keep fucking me, please,” I murmured.
My whole body began to shake, and my breath came in gasps. My pussy throbbed around him, his moans filling the stateroom. He drove into me again and again, and when he fingered my clit, it was all over. Yet another orgasm crashed into me. My head dropped to my chest, and I went limp. Nat took over, and holding me up, drove into me one last time before he pulled me to him, exhausted, sweaty, and buzzing with burning heat.
After a few minutes’ recovery, I lifted my head from his shoulder.
“I never knew accountants could be so hot,” I told him, running kisses over the side of his handsome face.
He gave me a naughty grin. “You have a lot to learn about accountants.”
Chapter 12
Lincoln “Linc”
I’d been looking forward to seeing Garnet in my gym, and when she walked in, I immediately remembered why. Her stretchy workout clothes left little to the imagination, hugging her curvy hips and nice, full breasts. And while I hated to start out like a dirty dog, the outline of her pussy lips was quite evident. I had to force myself not to stare.
“Linc! How ya doing?” she asked me. I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my gym pants and took a deep breath. I’d never had much luck with the ladies, and I didn’t want to blow this one. I rarely asked girls out, and when I did, I often ended up tongue-tied. No one wanted to date a guy who couldn’t carry on a conversation. My brother gave me hell about it, but he didn’t know shit. It really was hell.
“I’m glad you came. I’ve been wanting to show you around,” I said. God, I hoped she wouldn’t see how nervous I was.
“Well, thank you for inviting me.” She clearly had no shyness problem. I suppose you had to be outgoing if you were a bartender, talking to people all day. Actually, I spoke to people all day, too, but I answered more questions than regular conversations—where’s the weight room? How do I sign up for yoga?—that sort of thing.
“Come check out the office.” I led her up the stairs. Since we’d opened the place in an old warehouse, we’d had pretty much free reign in how we wanted to build it out. There was a reception desk by the front door, but the office I shared with Jack was on a mezzanine where we could overlook most of what was going on in the gym. It was a great way to keep an eye on things. Of course, my brother used it as a way to scope chicks.
“Wow, this perspective is awesome.” Garnet moved from overlooking the basketball courts, to the swimming pool, to the weight rooms.
“There are group exercise rooms too, but we can’t see them from here.”
“How much is membership? I might like to join,” she asked.
Was she kidding? I wasn’t going to take her money.
“I’m not charging you.”
She smiled. “What? You have to charge me, you’re a growing business. I want to pay.”
“Tell you what. Give me a free beer every now and then and we’ll be square.”
She raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. It’s a deal.”
I don’t know what it was, but I felt so damn comfortable with her. I mean, I didn’t really know her, but I felt like I did.
“Let’s go sweat a little bit, yeah?” I asked, opening the door to head back downstairs.
“Ugh. Please don’t kick my butt,” she begged.
“We’ll see about that. How about we start with the treadmill?” There were two free ones in a corner where we could jog side by side.
I got her started at not much more than a brisk walk and showed her how to increase the speed when she felt ready. Myself, I started at a slow jog. I’d already done my cardio for the day, but a little extra wouldn’t hurt.
“So when did you say you guys opened the place?” she asked, slighted winded from the fast walking.
I had to think for a moment. “Geez. Almost a year now. I can’t believe it’s been that long.” As she picked up speed on the treadmill, I could smell her lush hair. It was a simple scent, not much more than clean shampoo. And it was amazing.
Her face was beginning to glisten, and I caught a look at her bouncing breasts. I felt a twitch in my pants, something that had not happened in a long time.
“Are you and your brother close?”
I nodded. “We are. I mean, we’re really different from each other. He’s gregarious, and I’m more on the quiet side. But we’ve been through a lot.”
I wondered if I should share more. Oh, what the hell.
“We grew up in foster care so most times we only had each other. We had to stick together.”
“Oh, wow. Did you grow up around here?” she asked.
“Yup. Right here in San Francisco.”
“What was it like? Growing up in a foster home?”
“You know, I think we got pretty lucky. I mean, some of the places were great, some not so great. But we didn’t end up in any bad places like some kids do. Still, you have to move around a lot, switch schools, and so forth. You get really good at fighting. We were a team then. Guess we are now, too.”
She’d increased the speed on her treadmill by another small increment and was handling it well. She was a strong girl, which I was glad to see. Not a silly, vain thing like some of the women who came to work out.
“It must be nice to have a sibling. I am an only child. Raised by my mom. Who didn’t really want to be a mom.”
“I hear that,” I said, thinking back over my own situation.
We got off the treadmills to take a break. Grabbing water, we sank into some seats in the lounge area.
“Thank you again for rescuing me from that creep. I really appreciate it,” she said.
Christ, even her sweat smelled great.
“It was my pleasure. He was clearly assaulting you. He’d better not come by the bar again.”
“Geez, I hope not. Unless you happen to be there,” she said with a laugh, shaking her head. “So much for online dating.”
“So why’d you do it? I mean, you must have guys asking you out all the time.”
She shrugged and shook her head. “Not really. I mean, I meet a lot of people at the bar, but most of them are old timers. You know, regulars who’ve been going there forever. Besides, work is not the b
est place to look for dates, you know?” she asked with a laugh.
“Try telling that to my brother. He chases every pretty girl who walks in here. I keep telling him to watch it, but he never does.”
It was nearing closing time and the gym was clearing out.
“C’mon, let’s go back to the office,” I said.
We ran right into Jack.
“Garnet!” he said, giving her a big bear hug. “How’s my favorite bartender?” He always knew exactly what to say. He stepped back to discretely check her out. She didn’t even notice, but I knew him, and how he operated. I had to admit, I felt a twinge of jealousy at his easy way with her. But I knew he’d never go for a woman I was interested in. We didn’t cock block each other.
“Jack, good to see you. Come by the bar some time,” she told him.
He looked at me. “Linc, how come we haven’t been by the bar in a while?”
“Cuz Jack, we’ve been working like dogs. But Garnet’s right, we need to get over there more often.”
Just then, the office door flew open.
It was our receptionist. “Hey, I just made the rounds and it looks like everyone’s gone. I’m gonna head out, okay?”
Jack stood to leave. “I’m outta here, too. I’m exhausted. Linc, will you close up on your way out?”
“Yup. Just lock the door behind yourselves,” I said.
When they were gone, I offered Garnet a beer from the small fridge we kept in the corner. I opened two and handed her one.
“Cheers,” she said, and we clinked bottles. “You guys should be really proud of yourselves.” She waved a hand, encompassing the view below. “You’ve accomplished a heck of a lot. The club is freaking gorgeous, and it’s in a great location. You’re going to be hugely successful. I just know it.”
Damn, it was nice to get a vote of confidence. “Thank you. We’ve worked our asses off. I really do hope you’re right.”
“I know I am,” she said with a tilted head and a small smile. That was all I needed. I’d been dying to kiss her for two damn hours. So I leaned in for the kill.
Her lips were soft and tasty, just like I knew they’d be, and she hungrily accepted my searching tongue. I pulled back until my lips were barely touching hers and realized her breaths were coming long and hard, like mine were beginning to.
“Garnet, you taste so good,” I murmured against her mouth.
She responded with a light moan.
Even though she was a tall girl, I towered over her and had to bend down to reach her mouth. She melted into me in a perfect fit, and I felt myself fully erect in my gym pants. Unlike with blue jeans, my sweats were stretchy and fitted. A raging hard-on was not easy to hide. But maybe it didn’t need to be hidden.
I took Garnet’s beer from her and set it with mine on my brother’s desk. Then I turned her around and pressed her against the large window overlooking the room below.
She gasped. “Can anyone see us up here?”
“Nope. The other side of the glass is mirrored. Besides, we’re the only ones left.” She relaxed, arching her back so her butt pressed hard into my cock. I hadn’t had many girlfriends, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t find a lay once in a while. Actually, they usually found me. And Garnet’s arching her back into me felt pretty damn good. I pressed my hard dick right back into the crack of her soft ass. Jesus, if I didn’t watch it, I was afraid I’d come right there.
I placed her hands on the glass in front of her for leverage, and from my position behind her, reached around to catch her hanging breasts. They more than filled my hands, which about drove me crazy. I loved a girl with big tits and an ass.
“Is this okay?” I whispered in her ear. She responded with an enthusiastic nod.
Emboldened, I reached under her workout top and pushed aside her jog bra. I finally had my hands on her bare flesh. Her nipples jumped to attention as I squeezed and kneaded them, and when I pinched harder, she let out the hottest freaking moan I’d ever heard.
Had I died and gone to heaven?
Chapter 13
Garnet
Holy lord, it felt good to have a big, strong man’s hands on me. I’d closed my eyes and pretended people could see me from the window Linc had me pressed against. I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but then, I’d never made out with a guy in front of a window, either.
In my forward-bent position, I could feel his cock pressing into the crack of my behind, scaring me a bit thinking about what it would be like to have that huge thing inside me. But in the meantime, Linc’s hands were working over my tits, and damn if he didn’t have the magic touch. When he reached under my clothes and began torturing my nipples, my legs began to quake, and I thought I might collapse. Fortunately, I had a glass wall on one side of me, and Linc and his giant cock holding me up on the other.
It passed through my mind for about a second that I’d been with Nat only the night before. Did that make me a slut?
Ugh, I hated that ridiculous type of thinking. If a guy was with different women two nights in a row, he’d be a goddamn hero. Why wouldn’t I be the same?
Besides, I was on a mission. I had less than three weeks at this point to find someone to marry or I might be working in the loveable but dumpy Drive By Saloon ‘til the end of my days.
I couldn’t let that happen.
Next thing I knew, my leggings were being eased over my ass. I wiggled my hips to help them down, and Linc stopped them just below the crack of my butt. He crouched and buried his face right in my ass, taking a deep breath.
I can’t say anyone had ever done that to me before, but it was a massive turn on to know someone could get so worked up over my fleshy behind. I swore, I’d never felt more desired than in that moment.
After another inhale, he mumbled, “Your ass is fucking sweet.” My leggings were pushed down to my ankles, and he helped me step out of one side to free my legs after I’d kicked off my sneakers. He pushed them further apart for better access and bent me further, so I was at a nearly ninety degree angle with my ass sticking up in the air. I’d never been so exposed in a public place. Someone could walk in at any moment, regardless that Linc said everyone else was gone. How could he know? The place was huge, and surely, there was a janitor or someone still finishing up his work.
But I was rapidly getting to where I didn’t give a shit. My new position served to spread my cheeks, and his tongue found the rosebud of my ass so fast, I nearly jumped through the window I was leaning on.
I’d never been into anal, not even wanted to experiment or try it, but I had to say, Linc’s tongue just about drove me to insanity. Still, with what I suspected was the huge cock he dragged around between his legs, he wasn’t sticking that where I bet he wanted to.
As if he’d read my mind, he reached between my legs with two fingers and dragged them along my soaked pussy lips. I ground into his hand for more stimulation, and when I did, his finger slipped right inside me. My head began to buck.
He stood up from his crouch, keeping his finger seated inside me. He bent forward over my back and grabbed me by the waist as if he were going to lift me. But he just held me tight. Then, he starting finger fucking me faster, and the wetter I got and the louder I moaned, the harder he gave it to me. Shit, at that point, I wouldn’t have cared if he shoved his giant cock up my ass, I was in such ecstasy.
Linc held me immobile from behind, and I started to scream as he pushed me over the edge of orgasm.
“You coming, sweetie? You gonna come for me?” he growled in my ear. Damn if it didn’t come as a surprise that Linc was a kinky sort, and damn if I wasn’t thrilled about it.
I screamed through another orgasm, this time, unable to catch my breath. My legs shook first, and then it was my whole body. Good thing Linc was there with his big arm around my waist, because he ended up holding me like I was a ragdoll. Everything in the room went black.
* * *
I came to, laid out on the floor of Linc’s office. He’d pulled
a fleece blanket over me and gotten a cool towel for my forehead.
“Hi,” I said weakly.
“I think I finger-banged you into oblivion.”
I looked around and nodded. “You did. Wow.” I pushed myself to sit up, and Linc caught me with a hand behind my back.
“Take it slow, cowgirl,” he said, handing me a cup of water.
My head cleared quickly, and I remembered we had unfinished business. For one, Linc was still fully dressed.
Time for me to take charge.
When the cobwebs were gone, I removed what was left of my clothing—a jog bra, yoga top, and leggings, which were still dangling from my foot. I knelt on the blanket and gazed up at Linc. God, he was gorgeous with his evening scruff and tousled shoulder length hair. I lowered the zip on his track jacket and threw that aside. Then I reached for his T-shirt with the gym’s name emblazoned across it. I removed that too, and when I got a load of his chest, I could scarcely breathe. His shoulders and pecs were like small mountains, and his rocky biceps were surrounded by tattoos of something tribal-looking. I caught my breath as I followed his perfect splay of chest hair along the line that ran down the center of his muscled abdomen. It ended far below the waistband of his sweats, but I was planning to get there in due time.
But before I could, Linc hooked a finger under my chin and pulled my mouth up to meet his. This time, his kiss was more aggressive, and I felt myself swelling with need yet again. I quickly lowered his pants, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. I couldn’t see the prize, but the outline of it was pretty freaking amazing.
“Would you mind standing, please?” I asked him.
Without a word, he was towering above me, gazing down. From my kneeling position, I hooked my fingers into his waistband and slowly began to lower the last article of clothing he wore.
Of course, they got hung up in the giant hard-on in front of my face. I widened the waistband to make room for his cock, finally able to lay my eyes on it in person.
And good lord, I’d never seen anything like it. First, it was so fat, my fingers couldn’t close around, not by a long shot. And it was as long, it seemed, as my forearm. But what really killed me was the head. I swear to god, it was the size of a large plum.
