My Aunt Katy took me in when my parents died so that I wouldn’t have to go back into foster care. This was mainly because my best friend Chloe’s parents agreed that I could stay with them during her overnight shifts as a nurse.
I met Chloe right after my adoptive parents took me in and she’s been there right beside me ever since. Kids in my class thought I was weird because I didn’t want to play with them or talk to anyone. I was so worried that I’d mess something up and get sent back into the system. Chloe, a blonde haired girl in my class, was the only one to walk around the playground with me at recess and talk to me about anything and everything. It was almost a week before I broke down and started talking back. She never asked questions but always listened. We slowly became best friends and she’s always been there for me since that day in the playground. Her parents welcomed me into their house and treated me like their own daughter. Chloe seemed more like a sister to me, anyway, so it made sense. All throughout grade school, she was the one constant in my life.
After I graduated high school, I moved into a place of my own by using a small portion of my trust fund. It was a nice, three bedroom, three bath with a bonus room upstairs that I made into a media room. It had a cottage feel to it that I fell in love with instantly. It was enough room for me and it has been my home and safe place ever since.
Chloe’s house was less than a mile away from me, and a lot nicer than mine, but she only stayed there when her boyfriend stayed the night, too. Most other nights, she ended up at my house, making the media room her makeshift bedroom. She hated staying alone and I didn’t mind the company.
Chloe had been pestering me for months to put my experiences from Vegas on paper since I had told her a handful of my encounters while there. Everyone assumes it’s always prostitutes and strippers galore, and for some guys it is. I had found some of the most intriguing, admirable, and sexiest men while vacationing there. So what if I felt like it was my home away from home? I could privately fly there and be in my suite two hours after leaving my house in San Diego. A select few knew me there and it was the only time I could really feel free to be me. Although I took my girls with me on occasion, Vegas was somewhere I could go to relax, let go, and have fun without having to get too personal.
I guess being best friends since we were seven gave Chloe and me the ability to talk about our sex lives with each other and provide advice and encouragement when needed. She and her boyfriend of three years had a stable, yet boring relationship. She said she needed to hear my stories from my trips to Vegas to spice up her love life.
I’m not sure anything would help Grayson, her accountant boyfriend. Traveling was a normal part of his job and Chloe didn’t mind him being away for days on end. She used that time to catch up with girlfriends and have some time to herself, away from the douche she called her lover. He was the typical arrogant frat boy who had the charming looks, pedigreed to take over his father’s company, and was the ‘right guy’ to settle down with. What she saw in him, I hadn’t quite figured out yet. When we hung out together, Grayson was always flirting with me in a non-discreet way right in front of Chloe. He was disgusting.
While Chloe and I had quite a bit in common, taste in men was something we agreed to disagree on. She went for the well-kept, polo wearing ivy-school grad who was destined to be a CEO in the near future. That worked for her since she was a cheerleader at UCLA and daughter to one of the top neurosurgeons in the country. Her five-foot-three petite frame with curves in all the right places, sparkling green eyes, and luxurious, wavy blonde hair might have helped a tad bit, too. She worked for her father’s office in reception and didn’t feel the need in trying to achieve a well-paying career that she was passionate about. She figured she wouldn’t be working long term, anyway, once she got her MRS. status.
I, on the other hand, played soccer for eleven years before quitting due to multiple ankle injuries. It gave me my lean yet muscular legs, ample booty, and a toned stomach. I have been complimented many times on my “nice rack” and long brown hair that was “begging to be pulled” so I guess I have that going for me. I like my men tall and fit. It may be shallow, but the personality, humor, and everything else that matters can come second. I wasn’t looking to settle down; I just wanted to be free to be whomever I desired.
Out of the twelve trips I made to Vegas that went into my book, Tate’s story was one that I always looked back on and wondered “what if?” During one of my monthly visits to Las Vegas, I became well acquainted with the personal trainer from Chicago. Tate was built with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, jet black hair, and the lightest of brown eyes. Out of all the chapters in my book, his story was the most fun to write.
*****
We met at the poker tables of a hotel a few doors down from mine and he was easy on the eyes. He had been talkative to the entire table and was generous to the dealer and waitresses. His left dimple would show when he had a decent hand—that was his tell—and I found it adorable. After he saw my luck dwindling, he offered to walk me back to my hotel. Normally, that would be a red flag, but he seemed genuine and I could always change my mind on the walk back if I started getting the creeps.
While at the tables, I learned that he became a personal trainer after injuring his ACL while playing football in college. He had a passion for tending to the human body—which would hopefully come in handy later that night—and training allowed him to help people make their bodies less prone to injury while maintaining his own scrumptious physique. He was also the oldest of three siblings, both sisters who looked up to him as the male figure of the house while growing up since his dad left them before they’d even entered elementary school.
Maybe that was why I seemed to be able to trust him? He didn’t seem to have a goal in mind with taking me back to my hotel, although I secretly hope he did.
My mind began to play out different scenarios that could happen as we headed into my hotel. He seemed sweet enough and I was curious to see his personal training skills in bed.
“Payton? Where’d you go?” Tate interrupted my explicit thoughts of us together upstairs and I noticed we’d stopped in front of security who was waiting for me to show my hotel key.
“Just thinking about how sweet and sincere you are,” I responded, hoping I was able to disguise my blush while reaching in my wallet for my key. His crooked grin told me that he knew I wasn’t thinking something innocent and the look in his eyes told me he wanted to devour me.
He placed his hand on my lower back, ushering me toward the bank of elevators.
Once we got to my room, Tate descended to the lower level and looked outside the window. “Ever think of being watched while you fuck?”
“We’re on the thirtieth floor, Tate? I don’t think anyone would be able to see anything.” The image of him fucking me against the glass did turn me on. We could pretend that people could see us, it was almost like getting caught in the act.
He walked back over to me and guided me to the window. My hands were placed against the cool glass and his hips were aligned with mine behind me. He pulled my dress up and I was suddenly exposed. I was left waiting for him for a moment before he slapped my ass in one powerful swing. I jumped forward at the unexpected touch and instantly wanted more. “You’re a dirty girl, Payton. I bet this turns you on—thoughts of me fucking you so everyone can see how dirty you are?” My panties were instantly soaked and I wanted, no needed, him to touch me. Immediately.
I squirmed so that I could feel his erection pressed against my bared ass. I was craving his hand on me again.
“What do you want?” Would it have been inappropriate for me to ask him for all of the above? I wanted him to spank me again but the words failed to leave my mouth.
“You. Touching me. Everywhere,” was all I could muster. I felt him staring at me with fire and want. He pulled the straps of my dress down and twisted my nipples with gentle force. I let out a gasp in response, instantly dying to know what would come next.
He started sliding my dress off of me in one quick motion and turned me to face him. My red lacy lingerie seemed to be a good choice, because for a few seconds, he just stared at me from head to toe, devouring me with his eyes. He began sliding his hands over my taut stomach and slowly dragged his tongue from my navel up to my breasts. Dipping his finger into the cup of my bra, he pulled the fabric down so he could look at my bare breast. He groaned in soft appreciation, letting me know that he liked what he saw. Starting on the left side, he massaged my breast with his firm hand while his mouth softly licked, sucked, and blew air over my pebbled nipple. Not wanting to treat one side better than the other, he slowly moved over to the right side. His hand slipped beneath my panties and teased me with his touch.
“Mmm, so wet…ready for me already?” Tate slowly slid a finger inside me while still paying close attention to my aching breasts. I tried grabbing for his pants but he swiped my hand away. “Let me feel you first.” He continued stroking me with two fingers and the moment he curled his fingers upward, I came undone around him.
When I thought he was finally ready to unleash himself, he lowered himself down and started lapping up my wetness. “Mmm, so fuckin’ sweet.”
I had already come once and he was about to make me climax again without him ever being inside of me. I found myself thinking, “Can I keep him?” but smiled at the outlandish thought.
“Hands on the glass, sweet girl, legs spread wide.” I heard the distinct sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open and my patience was dwindling. I needed him inside me. Tate guided his fingers over my slippery core, coating me in my own wetness. Slowly, his hand is replaced with the head of his cock and he felt big, bigger than I’m accustomed to.
“See all those people out there? They’re all watching right now, seeing your perfect tits on display and your shaved, wet pussy that’s begging for my dick. Your screams and moans will make each and every woman down there wet, knowing how well you’re being fucked, while every guy down there will wish they were me, knowing how hard you like it.”
I could feel his head nudging against my lower lips and I cried out in need.
“Let them watch me—us. That way they’ll know what they’re missing. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the crowd now, would we?” Tate used that moment to slide slowly into me, giving me a few seconds to adjust, as his answer.
“Let’s give them a show then, shall we?” He grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me toward him as he surged forward.
Fuck, he’s huge, was the first thought that came to mind.
I tried to stay in place, but his pummeling was slowly pushing me closer and closer to the window, causing me to gradually straighten my body. Once I was nearly upright, his right hand swung around and started massaging my clit.
Picking up his pace, he applied more pressure to my overly sensitive nub and I fell over the edge, seeing stars as I climaxed harder than I ever had before. Screaming out his name, he picked up speed. His movements were becoming less controlled and I knew he was close.
“Fuck-k!” He slammed into me once more and stilled, breathing heavily against my back.
“Mmm, that was just what I needed, Tate.” He pulled out of me and discarded the condom.
“So fucking good. I need more of that, soon.” He walked over to his underwear and began sliding them on.
“Why don’t you stay? A few more rounds sounds like the perfect way to end the night,” I said as I made my way to the restroom.
Looking back, I saw him nodding in agreement, following me.
I had planned on just taking off my makeup but he had other plans. Tate turned the shower on and grabbed two towels off the rack. Realizing his motive, I couldn’t find a reason to say no and stepped into the hot water with him following right behind me.
I woke up with Tate curled around me, still naked. The night before was exhilarating and exhausting. I was sure there was a trail of empty condom wrappers around the hotel room. Out of all the places he fucked me the night before, I think on top of the bathroom vanity was my favorite. After our rough romp in bed, he was gentle and sweet as I rode him. Watching our bodies as they intertwined from every angle in the mirrors was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. We took our time, memorizing each other as our skin glided together. He always made sure I came before he let himself go. I smiled at the memory and snuggled just a little closer to his warm body. I was sore in all the right places and thought I might make an exception and enjoy him for a few more days.
*****
A stranger had never been more attentive to my wants and needs than Tate. Although we only saw each other one more time while he was on his trip, he made me feel wanted and loved. While the casualness of it all was what I needed, I still found myself thinking about Tate from time to time.
Chapter 2
Ryder
The drive from Los Angeles to San Diego was not enough time for me to figure out how to approach Reece. I was accustomed to having up and coming authors lie down at my feet, agreeing to whatever terms I saw fit. I never had to chase after an author and wasn’t quite positive why I was going after Reece Edwards like she was the next big thing. I didn’t have anyone at home holding me back from making the short trip and welcomed the change of pace.
After a little digging, more like stalking, I found out that she does kickboxing…I think? Her pictures were of the cover of the book she’d written, some downright sexy teasers, a beach photo—which included a pair of knockout tanned legs—and a kickboxing logo. I only hoped this meant she enjoyed actually going to kickboxing. Her photos were all I had to go off of so I had to start there.
When I searched what pages she likes, I saw that Total Fitness 360 just happened to be in San Diego and had kickboxing classes everyday at eleven a.m. It was a long shot, but if she was as much of a kickboxing addict as I was, she would be there at least two to three times a week.
I needed a drink, but it was just barely ten in the morning. I had been thinking about her all damn night and needed to get done with the bullshit so I could get back to my normal life.
Who was I kidding? My normal life had been hitting the gym before heading to work, working until seven or eight o’clock at night, making my way down to the bar, and going home to an empty apartment. Sure, friends were in the mix, but it wasn’t part of the routine. I needed to get back out there and relieve some of my stress. I used to love quick fucks, and as soon as I got done with Reece, I was going to treat myself.
I found a hotel close to the gym and hoped my plan would work out for me. It was a long shot, but didn’t know where else to start. I’m just glad she didn’t do some yoga or zumba shit because I don’t quite think I’d fit in there. I did kickboxing at home, anyway, so I wouldn’t look out of place when the instructor started doing upper cuts, roundhouses, and burpies.
I changed into my workout clothes and made my way to the class. While the class was mostly women, there were at least seven men who seemed to take it very seriously.
Motherfuck goddamn motherfucker! I didn’t know what she looked like. How did I miss that key piece of information? I couldn’t just start calling out her name in class. You’re a smart one, Ryder.
I didn’t have time to figure out my plan of action because the instructor was already asking if they had any new people that day. I knew the names of the moves, so I didn’t feel the need to raise my hand. No one had to know it was my first time there.
“I think we have a new one over here!!” I heard behind me on the left. What the fuck? Who would do that?
“Please don’t be afraid to speak up, it’s just nice to know if we need to go over how our class works so you’ll be more comfortable,” the barely legal bombshell of an instructor called out. I just waited until they realized I wasn’t going to speak up.
“Becca, why don’t we just start with the warm-up and I’ll show him some pointers if needed. I don’t mind at all,” she said with a slight smirk while taking me in. Was she checking me out? Ryder, stay foc
used! Turn off your pussy radar and get to work!
Class began and I picked up on the speed and style of how Becca taught. She loved shaking her ass whenever possible. I wasn’t complaining, but only a handful of the people in there should be shaking their asses. I caught a few quick glimpses of the mystery girl who called me out and she had to have been doing kickboxing for years. Her stance was perfect, hooks and jabs were at the right level and strength, and damn she shook her ass like a fucking pro. She caught me staring at least twice and winked at her in acknowledgement. Her blue eyes were a deep blue in comparison to my light blue.
The hottie behind me stayed close enough to help if needed but let me do my thing. I hoped she’d realized I didn’t need to be shown what to do. From the mirrors in front of me, I could see her watching me and I allowed myself to watch her, too. I mean, I was supposed to be learning this stuff, right?
After fifty minutes of turbo rounds, Becca began a cool down that allowed us to stretch before the class was over. It wasn’t my favorite part since it felt more like yoga than stretching, but I couldn’t make myself leave with the girl behind me still there. Seeing her stretching her hamstrings by spreading her legs apart and bending over, reaching the floor with her hands with ease, made me wish I was behind her. Her perfectly round ass in the air was begging to be squeezed and caressed. I couldn’t get over the fact of how beautiful she was without trying. The workout had effectively managed to sweat off any of her makeup she might have had on and she was natural in front of me. While I was bent over, stretching as well, I snuck a peak between my legs to see her in the position that looked like a fun sex position. Thoughts of how flexible she might be flooded my brain and I had to work not to get hard.
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