by T L Swan
“I’m going to go into the discussion room. You should follow me in, say, five minutes.”
“But, they’ll see us,” I whisper.
“Not once you’re in the bathroom. You just have to stay in there for five or so minutes. If we don’t enter or leave together, no one will know a thing. The tapes won’t be looked at unless there is an incident and they’re watched back.
“Oh.” I frown, and without another word he disappears up the hall with his gym bag in tow. I walk for another five minutes with my heart beating out of control. This is so naughty, so freaking hot, and I have to say, so out of character for me, it’s not even funny.
I’ll just go and talk to him—see what he has to say. I hope he kisses me again. His kiss was to die for. Who the heck is this guy, anyway?
I would never do this normally. I’m not the kind of girl who meets up with guys in a public bathroom. My eyes drift to the hallway as excitement runs through me.
Am I that kind of girl?
I bring the treadmill to a slow stop, my heart hammering in my chest, and I take my towel, bottle, and I walk up the hall to the bathrooms. I look up and see the camera positioned at the end of the hall so it shows all five of the bathroom doors. I quickly drop my head to hide my face.
As long as I don’t walk back out, he said I’m fine.
God, if anyone ever knew I was doing this, I’d die.
I walk to the end door and take the handle in my hand. I freeze for a moment and close my eyes. My heart is hammering hard as I take one last glance back up the hall. Should I leave? No. Just do it.
I open the door and rush in, quickly closing the door behind me. I flick the lock and turn around.
The room is filled with steam and the shower screen is open. Brock is naked, already in the shower, when he turns to face me.
His large shoulders and chest have soap lathered all over them, and his hair is dripping wet. His stomach is rippled with muscles, and his huge hard cock hangs heavily between his legs.
He smiles sexily. “Took your time, Pocket.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Brock.” I stare at him. “W-what the hell are you doing?”
I glance back to the door, damn it. I can’t leave for a few minutes.
He looks at me intently and rubs the soap all over his chest. “Taking a shower. What does it look like?”
“You’re incredible.” I shake my head in disgust. “I’m leaving right now.”
“Why?” He gives me a slow sexy smile and holds his hands out to the sides. “Taking a shower is a regular, everyday thing. I just wanted to be clean for our conversation.”
The bastard.
“You want to have a conversation with me with,” I gesture to his groin, “with your dick hanging out.”
He looks down at himself and then back up at me. “Does my dick offend you?”
“Yes.” I gasp. “Your dick offends me.”
I glance down right on cue. That is the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Okay, sure, I haven’t seen that many but I’m sure it’s the most perfect one there is. For fuck’s sake, this guy is so over confident I don’t even have words to describe him, and why the hell is all this turning me on?
This is un-fucking-believable. How on Earth did I get myself into this situation?
He continues to rub soap over his chest before he moves down and soaps his groin area up. I have to concentrate to stay focused on his face again.
“Why?” he asks.
I frown. “Because… because…” I search for the right choice of words. “Because it’s the assumption that I am comfortable with you being naked that offends me, and I’m definitely not... comfortable.” I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. “I’m so not comfortable right now.”
“If it makes you feel any better, you should know that I’m completely fine with you taking your clothes off, too.” He shrugs casually. “For our discussion.”
I smirk. “You’re an idiot.”
He smiles that sexy smile again and I feel my insides begin to melt. “I think I’m just honest.”
“How is this being honest?”
“Well…” He pauses as a moment as he soaps up his groin again.
“Will you stop doing that!” I snap. “It’s very distracting.” I concentrate hard on keeping my eyes up to his face.
“Big dicks don’t lie.” He says with a lifted brow.
I stare at him, completely lost for words, and I really want to hoot with laughter. “You did not just say that?”
Chapter 4
His eyes are alight with mischief. “It’s true. Big dicks don’t lie, and I have a few truths to show you.”
Unable to help it, I smirk and my eyes drift back down. “You’re distracting me again with…” I put my hands out towards his groin, “that.”
He smiles sexily. “When I do this?” He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it.
My eyes widen, and I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Does this distract you?” He breathes.
He strokes again, and his dick hardens even more. Holy mother of fuck. I shake my head and I try to act cool. “M-maybe. Yeah,” I mumble shakily.
As if spurred on. “What about when I do this?” he whispers darkly, putting his leg up onto the shelf before he really begins to pull himself. I frown as I watch him. I’ve never seen such a sexually confident man before. It’s very overwhelming.
Oh God.
His chest has a scattering of dark hair, and he has that trail of hair that goes from his navel down to his neat, short pubic hair. I can see every muscle in his stomach and arm as he strokes himself.
“I should… go,” I whisper.
“Do you really want to go?” He strokes slowly. “Or do you think you should go because that’s what a good girl would do?”
Sweet Jesus.
Be a bad girl, be a bad girl, be a bad girl.
My mouth goes dry and I press my lips and squeeze my legs together.
“Nobody is here, Pocket.” He slowly strokes himself and then closes his eyes in pleasure.
I watch him, entranced. Every cell in my body has begun to pump and I can hear my pulse in my ears as my body goes into overdrive.
“Nobody will ever know what happens between us,” he breathes. The room is filled with steam and the water is beading over his face.
My eyes meet his.
“If you want something, Pocket,” he licks his lips slowly, “you should take it.” He jerks his cock with force and I feel it in my sex. I clench to try and stop my arousal from clouding my judgement.
My eyebrows raise.
Dear father, forgive me, for I am about to sin. I’m going straight to hell on the Slut Bus.
Brock curls his finger. “Come here.”
I stand and watch him.
“Come here, my Tully Pocket,” he commands.
Like a zombie in a trance, I do just what he says, and I walk to the side of the shower. Extra slowly, he leans down and kisses me. His lips are soft and he sucks them at just the right pressure. He towers over me, and I can feel the heat omitting from his large body. My hands reach up to rest on his large biceps as he kisses me softly. I’m trying hard to ignore the fact that he’s completely naked.
My eyes close as pleasure takes over.
He kisses me again and again, and with each kiss I feel more of my resistance fall away.
“You need to give yourself what you want, Pocket.” He kisses me again. “Not what you think you should want. What you really want.”
He reaches down, picks up my hand, and places it on his dick. Instinctively, I wrap my fingers around him and I close my eyes. He’s soft and hard, and it’s been too damn long without a man.
“You want this.” He cups my jaw and sucks on my lips again. “I know you do.”
I’ve lost control of the situation, or he’s gained control. Either way, I’m screwed… literally.
“I have to have you.” When I look up again, his
dark eyes hold mine, and he slowly pulls my shirt off over my head. Then he turns me, takes off my bra, and his open mouth ravages my neck from behind. His hands are splayed across my stomach. Oh my fucking God.
What’s happening here?
Do I tell him to stop? My mind begins to race…. but I don’t want him to stop.
Brock bends and takes my shoes off, and then he pulls down my tights in one quick movement until I’m standing naked before him. His lips take mine aggressively as he pulls me in under the water and pins me against the wall with his body.
Fuck.
Too late…
We stand under the water and he kisses me like his life depends on it.
I’ve never had this before—never been so hot for it that nothing else in the world matters. This is crazy.
Crazy good.
I can feel his hard cock up against my stomach and my nerves flutter.
Nobody will know.
He’s big; bigger than I’ve ever had before. He lifts me, our lips staying connected, and he wraps my legs around his waist and pins me to the wall. His hand reaches up from underneath and he slides three fingers into my throbbing sex.
“Oh,” he inhales sharply. “So. Fucking. Tight.”
We kiss aggressively, losing control. Ah, give me what I need.
“You’re frying my fucking brain, Tully,” he whispers as he starts to work me aggressively with his fingers. I grip onto his shoulders for balance. I can feel his muscles contract as he moves. Our eyes are locked, and God, he looks so beautiful right now.
He kisses me softly, his tongue dancing with mine, our cheeks rubbing against each other’s, and I know this is stupid, but it somehow feels… right?
“Say the word, baby,” he murmurs against my lips.
Oh man. We kiss again and again, and I can’t stand it. His fingers are inside of me, his cock hanging just below.
I shouldn’t be here wanting this, but screw it. How could I walk away from this experience?
Screw everything!
“Fuck me,” I breath. “Fill me up.” We kiss violently. “Give me what I need.”
He inhales sharply and the last of his control slips away when he slams me up against the wall.
Suddenly I remember. “Condom,” I pant. “You need a condom.”
He immediately puts me down, exits the shower, and heads straight for his gym bag. I pant and walk out after him. He bends and takes out a condom and my arousal dissipates a little. “You have a condom in your gym bag? Why am I not surprised?”
His eyes rise to mine. “Don’t give me that fucking tone, Pocket.” He breaks the packet open and rolls the condom on. He pulls me from the edge of the shower and turns me away from him so that I am leaning over the vanity and facing the large mirror in front of us. “This condom was packed in my bag for you,” he snaps as if annoyed. He lifts my leg and impales me in one sharp movement, and I cry out. My mouth hangs open as I stare at our reflection in the mirror. His face hangs over my shoulder, his eyes dark and locked with mine in our reflections.
He hisses. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” He pulls out slowly and pushes back in. I instantly moan and close my eyes.
“Tight.” He groans. “Fucking tight.”
“Brock,” I whimper. “So… good.” I’m stretched out like never before. He’s filling every inch of me perfectly.
He pulls out slowly again, and then pushes back in.
His eyes drop to the place where our bodies meet and he bends me over farther so he can really see our connection. He smiles darkly, completely fascinated.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He slams me hard and I cry out.
Then he’s fucking me, Brock style.
Hard and fast.
So, so hard.
I watch us in the mirror, lost somewhere between Heaven and ecstasy. His face is focused, while my face is completely submissive. My eyes are rolling back in my head. Any hope I had of acting like I wasn’t enjoying this has gone out the window.
He feels good—too good. This is just insanity.
The sound of our skin slapping together rings out in this steamy, heated room. I begin to convulse.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper.
His eyes rise to meet mine, and then he brings his fingertip to his mouth, wets it, and rubs it into my behind.
I convulse harder, and he pulls out, and in one quick movement pushes himself into my ass.
I scream out, and my face pushes up against the mirror.
He stills, realising that this is not something I’ve ever experienced before. He pulls my ear to his mouth. “Shh, baby,” he whispers as he tries to calm me. “I got you.”
“Ah,” I whimper.
“Shh.” He kisses my ear softly. “You can do this, Pocket.”
I drop my head as I try to deal with all of him.
“Kiss me,” he whispers. He takes my lips with his as his fingers move around to my clit. He circles it with just the right amount of pressure and my body begins to open for him.
I’ve never been owned like this.
He moans as he slides home again, and the power from his body forces me forward. My body contracts as the strongest orgasm I have ever had rips me apart.
“Yessss,” he growls out.
His eyes are hooded, his mouth hangs slack, and his smile is dark as he rides me hard. “That’s it, baby,” he chants. “That’s it.”
I continue to convulse from the orgasm as he rides me, the two of us covered in perspiration.
I’m in shock.
He grabs my face and brings it closer to his to kiss me deeply. I feel his cock jerk deep inside of me as he cries out against my lips.
He stills, and our faces rest up against each other’s as we pant.
What the fuck was that?
He’s still deep inside my behind when he tenderly cups my breast and kisses me softly over my shoulder.
Why does this feel intimate?
We kiss for an extended time until he whispers, “I’m going to pull out, baby.”
I frown, unsure why he’s telling me, but when he does I whimper. “Ouch.” That smarts.
He turns me towards him and pulls me under the shower to hold me close under the hot water while peppering me with kisses.
“That was insane,” he whispers against my skin.
If I could speak, I would but I’m completely overwhelmed, my body is still tremoring from the deep orgasm he’s just given me. My behind is burning. My sex is still on fire.
My morals… they’re completely shredded.
He lifts my face to his with his finger under my chin and my eyes meet his. “You ever done that before, Pock?” he asks softly.
I shake my head, filled with shame.
He smiles softly and kisses me again. “Feels good, huh?” He pulls me to his chest and holds me close. I nod against his skin.
What’s happening here?
I feel needy and attached. Am I that pathetic that amazing dirty sex is all it takes?
As if sensing my fragility, he carefully washes me as I stay tucked against his chest.
“You’re coming back to my house to sleep, Pocket. I want you next to me tonight.” He kisses my temple softly and I smile against him, feeling a little of my strength return.
“I don’t even have a towel,” I murmur. “I’m very unprepared for all this. What kind of gym junkie are you, anyway?”
He chuckles. “You get out first and use my towel. Just wait outside for me. I’ll stay here for a few moments and be right out.”
I get out of the shower and wrap the towel around me. Brock smiles as he watches me intently. I look down at myself and the water all over the bathroom floor.
I think there’s only one thing worse than ripping off your gym gear during a heated bathroom sex romp, and that’s doing the walk of shame while trying to put tights and a sports bra back on when you’re still half wet and the guy who just fucked you is watching. Tights are hard to get on when I’m dry and alone in my be
droom. This is just appalling.
Kill me now.
I smile in embarrassment. “Will you turn around?”
He frowns. “What for?”
“Because…” I wobble my head around to try and articulate myself. “I would like some privacy, please.”
He raises his eyebrow sarcastically. “After what we just did, you want privacy to put tights on?”
I widen my eyes as if he’s stupid. “Yes.”
He shakes his head and turns his back to me, continuing to wash himself instead.
I dry myself quickly and then peel my panties out of my tights. I have to hop around to get them on. Of course, they fall into the water and get soaking wet. Damn it.
I try to distract him. “Look at me, just the poor, unsuspecting gym attendee who happened to get accosted in the bathroom.”
“Yeah right.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You weren’t involved in any of that at all.”
“I wasn’t actually,” I tease as I continue to dress.
“Stop talking shit or I’m going to bend you over and do it again.” He leans out of the shower and slaps my behind. I yelp and swat him away. “I seem to remember hearing the words: fuck me, Brock. Fill me up. Give me what I need.” He widens his eyes. “Sound familiar?”
“Nope, you’ve been watching too much porn and are obviously delusional,” I say as I shake my top out and throw it over my shoulders.
He laughs, leans out, and grabs my T-shirt, dragging me to him. He kisses me tenderly. “I never saw any porn that good,” he mumbles against my lips.
I smile softly and run my hands through his hair as I stare at him. “Never?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
Is this his way of saying that was the best sex he ever had?
He kisses me again. “What about you?”
Our faces are only millimetres apart. “I think, Brock…” I frown. “Wait. What’s your surname?”
He laughs. “Marx.”
I giggle because this is just insane. How did we just have sex and I don’t even know his surname? I shake off the thought and continue. “Well, I think, Brock Marx, that you fuck like a god.”
The air crackles between us as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“And, I can’t wait to do it again,” I add.
