by Maren Lee
Thankfully, Chloe was focused on her workout, so there was no need for any claiming. She didn’t bat an eyelash at the ongoing sausage parade in front of her. In fact, her eyes kept searching for him in the mirrors. And when they made eye contact, her face lit up and she smiled. Even red faced and sweaty, with her hair plastered to her forehead, she looked amazing. Justin couldn’t wait to be the reason that Chloe was red faced and sweaty. It was happening. He didn’t want to be presumptuous and say it was happening tonight, but it was happening tonight if she wanted it to happen tonight.
He breathed heavily and grunted as he finished up his last three quad reps. Then he heard a shriek by the treadmills. He turned around just in time to see Chloe flying off the back of her treadmill.
Justin ran to her and picked her up in his arms, like a knight in shining armor rescuing a damsel in distress, “Are you okay, sweetheart?"
How in the hell did he get over here so fast? Chloe was completely flustered. She had been paying far too much attention to Justin and far too little attention to the moving belt on the treadmill.
"Yeah, I'm alright. I just lost my footing and couldn't correct it before I flew off the back."
Good cover, Chloe. Don’t even let him know you were busy drooling over his ass while he was doing squats.
"I'm done here for the day. Did you have anything else you wanted to work on before we head out?” Justin asked.
"I think I'm good for today, too,” she replied. I would have needed a change of panties had you kept going on those glutes, but let’s just get home so I can take them off. Oh my god, shut up, Chloe!
"I usually shower at home. Do you have a preference, Chlo'?"
"No, I can wait ‘til we get back."
The ride back to the house was complete torture for Justin. They were both completely silent. He turned on the radio and Nelly’s “The Fix” started playing. Does. Not. Help. He quickly turned it off. “I hate that song,” he laughed nervously. He could see the sweat beading on her chest. It was dripping down into her cleavage. Images of taking a shower with her and lathering her breasts with soap raced through his mind. He'd wrap her legs around his waist and pin her against the shower wall while he fucked her into next week. He had to hold in a groan at that thought. He felt his erection building, tenting his gym shorts. No hiding that one, Slick.
When he pulled up to the house, he hopped out of the truck, hoping to beat Chloe to the door. He wasn't fast enough. She jumped out of the truck, ran into the house, and went straight for the shower while tossing off, "I'll be out in a bit!"
Fuck, my balls are going to hurt.
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Chloe jumped in the shower as quickly as possible to relieve herself. Seeing Justin in his gym shorts and tank doing squats, pull ups, and lifting free weights with his beautiful, bulging biceps had nearly caused her to combust while she was on the treadmill. She couldn't wait a minute longer. Thinking about his body flexing made the spot between her thighs want to scream. She was pretty sure he was getting hard in the truck on the ride back. She felt sorry for him, she really did. But it was her time for relief. She had to be selfish here. Like her bitch of a mom always said, “You wanna save somebody? Save yourself, Chloe!”
Great. Thinking about her mom nearly ruined it for her. But then she looked at the shower. It had a bench. Of course it does. The man is fuck-hot. Of course he has a shower bench! Chloe shook her head and exhaled in frustration. She set her shower gel, shampoo, and conditioner on the bench and turned on the shower, taking a seat while the water warmed up. Steam filled the grey-tiled shower. It really was a sexy setting. She felt her body relaxing. She squirted shower gel into her hand and lathered it all over her body, moving her fingers down between her legs. Oh god. She needed more. Thankfully, Justin was incredibly thoughtful and had taken a woman’s needs into consideration when designing this shower as she noticed that the shower head was detachable. Oooh, Mommy like.
Chloe got up and took the detachable shower head off the wall and settled down on the shower bench. She placed the spray right on the pink bundle of nerves between her legs. Oh, that’s nice. She let images of Justin and thoughts of his hands all over her body take her to orgasm. It didn’t take long. And it was powerful. Her whole body shook and she came hard. “Ohhhhhh, fuck!" she cried out. It wasn’t too loud, but anyone standing right outside the door would have heard it. Her mistake, however, was in reaching for something to grab onto while she was convulsing. She knocked over all the bottles she’d lined up on the bench seat and they crashed to the shower floor. Loudly.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes just as Justin barged in the bathroom, "Jesus, Chloe. Are you alri-"
Of course the shower door was glass. Totally clear. Not frosted. And of course the bench seat was directly in the line of site from the bathroom door. Of course.
Chloe screamed. "Justin! Get the fuck out!"
He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. She brought her legs together and hid the shower head behind her back. Probably should have done that more quickly. Nice, Chloe.
“Justin! Get. The. Fuck. Out.” Chloe repeated.
Justin visibly exhaled and shook his head. "Shit. I’m sorry, beautiful. I thought you’d slipped and fallen.” He stayed in the same spot. Are you seriously not leaving?
“Well, I didn’t. As you can see. So could you maybe go now?” she asked, her voice tense.
He nodded slowly and backed out of the bathroom. Too slowly. He smirked at her, gave her a wink, and shut the door behind him.
Nice, Chloe. I'm sure he had no idea what you were doing spread eagle with the shower head between your thighs!
She let out an embarrassed laugh and stood to finish her shower. She was going to have to get him back for that.
When she was finished with the shower, Chloe wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out into the hallway. "Shower's free, hero!” she shouted.
Justin mumbled under his breath as he entered the bathroom, "I'll fuckin' show you hero."
"What was that?" Chloe smiled, realizing that perhaps Justin was frustrated himself after witnessing her scene.
"Nothin’. Be out in a few! There's a beer for you on the counter. Make yourself comfortable."
Oh, she would. She was going to make him suffer for embarrassing her. Minimal clothing should do the trick.
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Justin walked into the kitchen and his jaw just about dropped to the floor. The woman had on skimpy little cotton shorts and a sports bra. She was going to drive him fuckin’ crazy.
She turned around and smiled at him.
“Just looking for something to cook for dinner. Not too many options here.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I haven’t had the chance to go grocery shopping. We can hit the store tomorrow.”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“Second shift. Work won’t be as lonely with you coming along with me, though.”
She looked shocked by the news, “I’m going to work with you? How is that supposed to work?”
“Honey, you’re going to be with me 24/7 until we find who threatened you. Where I go, you go, sweetheart. It's called a ride-along."
She bit her lip and leaned against the counter. “Ride-along? Is it dangerous?”
She looked delicious. Her hair damp from the shower, golden tan skin everywhere, leaving very little to the imagination as to what she was hiding underneath the skimpy bra. He’d just gotten a sneak peak of it all when he barged in on her. He couldn’t wait to get the full show.
He gave the P.C. answer. “You’ll be safer with me than you’ll be by yourself.”
She seemed to find that acceptable. She nodded her head and then brought her left hand up to her neck to rub out what he assumed was a sore spot from her workout earlier. She let out a small groan, opened her mouth slightly and closed her eyes as she rubbed the spot. It was the most erotic thing Justin had ever seen.
Fuck it.
Justin set his beer on the counter
and headed toward Chloe like a predator on the prowl. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up to meet his gaze. He stared into her eyes intensely for a few seconds and then pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. He sucked on her lower lip and slipped his tongue out to part her lips. Then he thrust it forcefully into her mouth. She matched his intensity. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she squeezed him tight. His lips left hers and he attached himself to her neck and sucked on the soft spot just below her ear, Chloe let out a whimper of pleasure and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he kissed and sucked the sweet spot on her neck. Justin pulled back his mouth an inch and whispered, "I want a taste directly from the source, this time, baby. I want to watch your face as you come all over my tongue and I devour every last drop of your sweet, juicy pussy."
Chloe pressed her hips into his torso, "Holy shit. Yes, please," she gasped.
Justin walked her over to the table and sat her on top of it so that her legs hung over the edge. He grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it above her head and her arms followed suit. Her breasts were freed and they bounced back into position on her chest. Justin felt the world stop. The air left the room. Clocks stopped ticking. Record players screeched. Glass broke. Crickets chirped. Every cliche in the book happened. They were the sexiest tits he'd ever seen. Beautiful. Supple. Firm. Perky. Golden tan like the rest of her body. Her nipples were dusty pink and pointed into perfect pencil eraser shapes. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them. He couldn’t wait to lube them up and then fuck them. But he’d wait. He’d save that for later.
Justin pressed her back flat to the table and kissed her from her collar down to the peak of her right breast. He kissed the rigid tip and then sucked it into his mouth. His right hand traveled up her soft skin on her tummy and grabbed her left nipple with his left thumb and index finger. He pulled and twisted lightly on it while he sucked and nibbled on her right.
"Oh my God!" Her legs began to shake. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”
Jesus, she was responsive. This might be a new record. Justin pulled and sucked hard on her nipples. "Ohhhhh, Jus'!" she exclaimed. He suddenly stepped back and looked at her with hunger in his eyes. Chloe sat up on her elbows. “Don’t stop!” she yelled.
"I’m not gonna leave you wanting, baby. Keep your eyes on mine, I want to see you." Justin was clearly not done.
He pulled her ass to the edge of the table and yanked her cotton shorts off. He groaned when he saw her bare sex. He didn’t mind a landing strip and would never have begrudged Chloe for having one, but completely bare did it for him. It was glistening with her wetness, dripping down between her ass cheeks. Justin knelt before her and licked the come up from the crevice of her ass straight to the little pink pearl of her clit. Chloe gasped. He began his way back down, parted her folds, and nestled his tongue deep in her cunt. Mmmmm. She tasted amazing. He could eat her like this forever.
Chloe began to squirm and pant. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her as far into his mouth as possible and began the invasion on her pussy with his long tongue.
"Fuck," she pled.
He reached his right hand down and rubbed her clit with his finger as he continued to lick and push in and out of her sweet spot. He felt the muscles in her core tighten and begin to flex as she wailed and grabbed on to his hair. The honey from her core poured across his tongue and slid down his throat. She tasted delicious, sweet and tangy. He lapped it up. This would definitely be happening regularly.
"Jus'. You. Are. Fucking. Amazing."
He pulled her to the floor with him and kissed her softly.
“How was that?” he asked, sweetly. Almost insecurely. Surely he had to know he was good at that. He could teach a doctoral class in cunnilingus.
"Oh my God. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
He smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose.
"Can I return the favor, hot stuff?" she asked, sexily.
How could he say no to that? He wouldn't.
He smacked her lightly on her ass and she squealed with a laugh. "Let's see whatcha got."
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Chloe stood up and reached for Justin's hand. He gave her his hand and she pulled him up from the floor, gave him a sassy look, and then yanked his shorts and boxer briefs down. She pushed him down into a chair at the head of the table.
Whoa. It was huge. Easily eight inches. It was the girth, though, that was the surprising, and somewhat scary, portion of the show and tell. Is that going to fit in me?
Oh, she was sure they’d figure out a way to make it work. The thought of him filling her completely turned her on. The anticipation of getting him in her mouth made her core flip.
She grabbed his thighs and lightly scratched down to his knees and began peppering kisses up his thighs. She grazed his balls with her tongue and licked up the bottom of his rock hard shaft. She could feel the vein on the underside of his length pulsing beneath her tongue. She teased the sensitive flesh just beneath the tip with little flicks of her tongue. His cock jumped and he hissed, "Fuck Chlo', you're fucking testing me. You better watch out."
"Oh yeah? What do I need to watch out for?" She looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"I'm gonna lose control and shove my dick all the way to the back of your throat and coat it with my come."
Well, then. Chloe kissed the tip of his cock and lightly licked the pre-cum off. "Lose control, honey. Give it all to me."
Justin fisted himself and stroked twice. It was so hot. Chloe saw him grow even larger right in front of her eyes. He rubbed the top of his cock on her lips, asking permission for entrance. She opened and he fed his girth into her mouth. Chloe started slow. But she soon increased the pace, sucking hard and fast, her head bobbing up and down on his lap. She could feel his muscle flexing in her mouth, so she reached up and tugged on his sack. She massaged his balls while keeping the pace and suction on his cock. He let out a groan and whispered, "Fuck, that feels so good.”
She pulled his manhood completely out of her mouth and licked the angry looking, glistening head. She sucked him back in and wrapped her hand around his cock at the base of the shaft and twisted her hand up to meet her mouth in the middle. “Oh shit. Where’d you learn that trick?” he asked. She smiled. "College," she answered with his dick still in her mouth. She repeated the trick. He exhaled and chuckled. “Oh fuck, that’s amazing.” She sucked him deep and hard. “Here we go. Here it comes, college girl." He grabbed her hair with both hands. She took him deeper in her throat and felt his arousal throbbing on her tongue as his seed coated and ran down her throat. She swallowed every drop until the pulsing stopped. She sucked as she pulled up to clean off his enormous cock.
She looked up at Justin and smiled. His eyes were closed. His head dropped back. God, he was so handsome. When he came to several seconds later and made eye contact with her, she saw something extra behind his eyes. Suddenly, this didn't feel like it was "just sex" between them. She needed to turn the ship back toward Casual Island real quick or she was going to get hurt.
"Thanks, I was thirsty." She winked at him and then sauntered over to the fridge, still stark naked, and grabbed another beer.
This week just turned around. As long as she could keep her feelings out of things, she couldn't wait to see what, better yet who, came next.
Chapter 5
He loved that cocky attitude and how comfortable she was in her own skin. Justin followed Chloe into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her naked body from behind. He pushed his still hard member into her backside. He copped a feel of her breasts before moving his hands down and resting them on her stomach. He swayed back and forth with her. She tipped her head back at him and smiled. What he wouldn’t give to see that smile every day. Whoa. Where'd that come from?
“That was amazing,” he said. “I can’t wait for the next round. But my plans require energy. I need to feed you f
irst.”
Chloe laughed. “You have a bottle of ketchup and a half a jar of green olives in your fridge. I’m a good cook, but even I can’t make energy out of that.” Chloe teased.
“Pizza?”
“Pepperoni and mushrooms?” Those beautiful blue eyes turned into sweet puppy dog eyes. No way he could say no to that.
