Personal Trainer

by Mia Carson

She was ready. I lapped at her nectar, my tongue delving deep into secret places as I licked and teased with lips and tongue. I had been with many women skilled at pleasing a man, but Tanya was a match for any of them.

  Her soft grunts and moans of pleasure, the slow thrusting of her hips, her skilled lips and tongue, were pushing me inexorably toward my release. She plunged down my shaft again, taking all of me as her fingers tickled my balls. I was starting to grunt, moan, and slowly thrust my hips.

  “Fuck!” she gasped as she pulled back. “You’re going to make me come.”

  I redoubled my efforts, my tongue flashing and darting, slithering and probing, my lips tugging gently at her flower as she swiftly stroked my shaft while caressing the head with her lips and tongue. I tingled with erotic fire as I fought my rising orgasm.

  “Fuck…fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…fuck!” she chanted softly before thrusting hard and grinding her pussy into my face on the last, strained word.

  I didn’t let up, pinching softly at her clit with my lips as she squirmed and thrust, then licked her with a hard, slow swipe with the flat of my tongue.

  “Ah…shit! Fuck…fuck…fuck, fuck…fuck!” she gasped as she lunged again.

  I continued to batter her with my tongue, delighting in the pleasure I was giving her. I was pretty sure she’d just come again, and I was going for the trifecta, but she suddenly relaxed, settling over me with the sexiest growling giggle I’d ever heard. I continued to probe and lick, but she was temporarily immune to my touch. I slowly eased off the intensity of my kissing.

  As I began to kiss the inside of her thighs, she took a deep, cleansing breath and giggled softly again, a bedroom giggle that made me ache for her. She slowly crawled off me, turned, and draped herself over my chest as she kissed me like I’d rarely been kissed before. The kiss was slow, deep, and made my desire for her rise to new heights. She slowly pulled back and smiled at me in a way that cut me to my core. Never had a woman turned me on more.

  “That…was fucking amazing,” she sighed. “I’ve never been eaten like that before.”

  “Pussy…it’s organic.”

  She burst into laughter before she kissed me again, this one full of lust and promises. I might have rocked her back on her heels, but she was recovering fast and coming back at me. I could tell from the sparkle in her eyes and the set of her face she was relishing the challenge of matching me.

  I tumbled her from me and rolled her to her back. I was reaching for the bedside stand when she took my face and forced me to look at her. “Are you clean?”

  “What?”

  “Are you clean? Do I have anything to worry about?”

  “No, I mean, yes, I’m clean, but…”

  “I trust you,” she said, holding my gaze. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I want you. I want you to take me.” I hesitated. When I looked at the bedside stand again, she pulled my gaze back to hers. “I trust you. Trust me.”

  I did trust her. I smiled at her as I slid deep inside. It was so easy, so natural, as if we’d been fucking for years. I’d always been careful. Megan was the only woman I’d ever fucked unsheathed. I wrapped Tanya up, holding her tight as I lunged into her, slowly pulled back, and lunged into her again. She was amazingly tight. Her fingers biting into my back, her soft gasp each time I thrust into her, the feel of her under me – all of it building my rapture faster than I could control it. I pushed myself in as deep as I could and held myself there as I buried my face in her shoulder.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” she murmured.

  She kicked at my ass with her heels to start me moving again. I plunged into her again, harder and faster this time.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I snarled.

  “And you’re so fucking big,” she gasped.

  I was losing the battle with my pleasure. “You’re going to make me come,” I hissed. I pushed in deep and stopped, but she immediately spurred me on with her heels.

  “Don’t stop!” she gasped. “Please don’t stop!”

  I was in a race, a race to make her come before I succumbed to my own pleasure. I took her lips, kissing her as passionately as I could while thrusting into her. My pace was slow as I tried to tamp down my climax.

  “Faster!”

  I was lost. I drove into her with purpose, fighting with everything I had, but there was no stopping my orgasm.

  “Yes, yes, fuck me, keep fucking me, you keep fucking me,” she murmured as she held me tight.

  I changed the angle of my thrusts and tried to pound her through the bed and into the floor. “I’m going to come!”

  “Don’t stop!”

  I couldn’t fight my orgasm anymore. “Fuck! I’m coming!” I snarled as I came alive in sweet agony.

  She began to chant, telling me she was about to come. I ground my teeth and continued to pound into her, forcing myself to go on as my body screamed in erotic anguish, my skin tingling as if millions of tiny bolts of lightning were dancing on my skin.

  “Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck!” she cried, her fingers biting hard into my back as she stiffened under me.

  I couldn’t take it anymore and stopped the torture with a gasp. I sagged into her as I panted, strung out from my orgasm. It had been a long time since I’d come that hard.

  After a moment, she exhaled as the bite of her fingers lessened and she relaxed under me. I was beginning to soften, but I had few minutes left in me, so I began to slowly thrust into her again as I tasted her lips.

  After a time, I was spent. I stopped, and we held on as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I was going to need a few minutes before I would be able to go again, so I took her lips in a long, leisurely kiss to pass the time.

  She felt so natural in my arms as I slowly caressed her mouth, cheeks, eyes, and throat with my lips, I was content to stay like this for as long as she allowed it. As she steered my lips back to her own, she didn’t seem to be in a hurry for it to end.

  Tanya

  I gradually became aware of the body next to me as the blanket of sleep slowly dissolved. It took me a moment, and I smiled, remembering where I was and why I had the most pleasant ache between my legs. I lay unmoving, still in Neil’s arms, his apartment dimly lit by the early morning sun.

  Yesterday and last night had been epic, easily the most intense series of sexual encounters of my life. We were flying high from our success with Vanesa, and it had manifested itself in our fucking. We’d started out hard and fast, and it had only gotten better from there.

  I knew, from the photoshoot that his chest was hairless, but I was surprised to discover he was hairless everywhere below the neck. He was my first shaven, uncut man, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, it had turned me on in a big way. I had gone beyond myself, taking him deeper into my mouth than I’d ever been able to take a man before. As I worked him over, I’d learned that was part of his grooming and he wasn’t naturally hairless because I could detect the faintest trace of a stubble as I kissed and licked his body.

  After we’d finished round one, we’d snuggled. I recalled how Julie, the waitress he’d bedded, had said he didn’t make her feel like a whore. I thought it was an interesting choice of words at the time, but now I understood. I’d had my share of one or two-night stands, but Neil was different. After we were spent, we snuggled, and he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Even more so, he talked to me amidst his soft touches and gently kisses. He treated me like a long-time lover, not some woman he’d just bedded for the first time and didn’t know if he’d ever see again. He was funny and gentle, and made me feel special and appreciated.

  It had taken him about fifteen minutes to recharge, but then oh…my…God! We were both wound tight during out first encounter, which hadn’t lasted long, but the second time… My sleepy smile spread as I remembered.

  He’d fucked me frontwards, backwards, right side up, upside down, and inside out. He’d taken me repeatedly, throwing me
around in his big bed like I was nothing but a bag of feathers. He’d taken me in positions only made possible by his tremendous strength and flexibility. As I watched his muscles twist and ripple under his sweat-soaked skin, stared into his face and eyes that were intense and somehow gentle at the same time, and listened to his passionate mutterings, grunts, moans, and pants, I would come so hard I wanted to cry out in pleasure I couldn’t contain.

  We’d rolled and tumbled, bathed in sweat as he licked and kissed and caressed every inch of my flesh, fucking me like I’d never been fucked before. I was only moments from tapping out, spent from two hard orgasms, when he’d come again. I’d never been with a man who had come so hard before. I loved his sounds of passion, and he hadn’t disappointed, first loudly barking in completion then groaning softly as he shook and shuddered, squeezing me so tightly I thought I heard my ribs creak.

  As he lay on me, panting like a bellows, aftershocks rippling through him as I dragged my nails gently along his broad, muscular back, I felt a deep sense of peace. He’d fucked me stupid, but I’d given as good as I got, and it thrilled me deeply that I’d been able to give him so much pleasure.

  As before, we snuggled, but no words were necessary. We’d slowly caressed each other as we slid into sleep, and I was content. I awoke when he began to stir. We’d showered together, and once again he hadn’t disappointed. He’d bathed me, his lips slow and gentle, but the fact he didn’t try to bend me over in the shower touched me. I would have willingly given it up to him if he’d wanted it, but having him lovingly wash away our sweat and sex without asking for anything in return made me feel special, like I was more than a place for him to bury his cock.

  He’d prepared a meal as we laughed and talked, but I intentionally avoided talking about the case and he didn’t bring it up. That too made our time feel special, as if he saw me as a person, not a means to an end.

  We’d eaten and settled onto the couch to snuggle and watch television. Netflix and chill, they call it. We’d watched African Queen. I’d never seen the movie before, but I was going to have to watch it again, because before it was over, I was sitting in Neil’s lap, my legs to either side of his, as we kissed and touched, Kathern and Bogie forgotten.

  I stretched with a groan and sighed deeply as I remembered our final encounter of the evening. Our leisurely kissing as the television played behind me had led to another round of love-making in his bed, and that’s what it was. We’d been fucking before, taking pleasure from each other, but the third time it was slower and sweeter as we gave pleasure and received it in turn. That had been the perfect topper. Neil was a lover of unparalleled skill and stamina. He could fuck me like a whore when I wanted it, and he could treat me as the most delicate flower when I was in the mood for that.

  I’d only come once during our last time, and it wasn’t one of the face-melting, mind-twisting orgasms from before, but it had satisfied me in a way the hardest orgasms couldn’t. Afterwards, totally spent and wrung dry of need, I’d slept the sleep of angels, Neil’s soft, warm breath on my neck comforting me as I slid into the darkness.

  I was aching slightly in the morning, but I wanted him. I wanted him like I’d never wanted a man before. I tried to decide if I wanted the fiery, hard fucking Neil, or the soft, gentle lover Neil. I couldn’t make up my mind, so I decided to have both. I was going to have him start gently, but I was going to have him finish by pounding the shit out of me.

  I stretched again, the memories and the thoughts of pleasures to come making me ready and eager. I was going to wake him with—

  “Good morning,” he whispered, caressing my face softly before taking my lips in a long, slow kiss, which was exactly what I wanted.

  How did he know? Last night, how had he always known just what I wanted, what I needed? He pulled back from the kiss but held my gaze.

  “You have the most beautiful eyes,” he murmured.

  “You said that last night,” I whispered.

  During our romp, he commented on my ass, my face, my breasts, how tight I was, how sexy I was, but he always came back to my eyes. Every time I caught his gaze, he was staring into my eyes.

  “Because it’s true,” he breathed.

  He kissed me again as he slowly moved over me. This was the gentle Neil, the loving Neil that I wanted. I opened myself to him, and he sank in deep, his passage causing a wave of pleasure to roll over me. I gripped him tightly, pulling him down onto me, wanting, needing to feel his skin against mine.

  “You feel so good inside me,” I sighed into his ear as he settled and began to thrust slowly.

  “I love how you feel,” he rumbled, his voice low and sexy.

  We moved together, slowly, gently, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. He began to speed up his thrusts. I couldn’t tell if he was matching my rising passions or driving them, but I didn’t care. I began to pant as my need squeezed me. He was holding me on the knife’s edge, slowly pushing me toward my climax, twisting me tight with slowly rising pleasure. My skin was hot as I sizzled with need unmet. If he fucked me harder, I’d explode in rapture and shorten our play, and my climax would slip away and spoil the exquisite torture he was inflicting on me. He was slowly raising the pressure, drawing out the delightful torment until I was ready to scream.

  “Come on, baby. I want to feel you come,” he growled in my ear, his words like jam on toast, adding flavor and texture to our love-making.

  I thrust at him as I whimpered, aching for my release. He burst into motion, pounding into me hard and fast. I cried out softly as the climax stalking me suddenly rushed me. I held him as tight as I could, my jaw clenched tight, my eyes squeezed shut, his steel cock pounding into me hard and fast. I couldn’t stand it! The feel of his hard, pounding thrusts wrecking me!

  “Fuck…fuck, fuck…fuck!” I cried, throwing my head back as I was buried under an avalanche of pleasure.

  I held onto him, my arms tight around him lest I get swept away and lost forever. He continued to pound into me. I whimpered in sweet agony, alive with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, my words lost as I rode out the hard orgasm.

  He lunged into me, a single vicious thrust as he drove himself incredibly deep, holding himself there as he grunted, his wetness filling me. I loved how he squeezed me tight, the tension in his body, his soft grunts of his release. We relaxed out of our orgasms at the same time, our sighs of relief mingling in the air between us.

  “Fuck! You make me come so fucking hard,” he muttered softly before he took my lips in a slow kiss.

  I sighed. I knew exactly how he felt. Rarely had I ever come as hard as I had with Neil, and never so often. As our lips slowly parted, I pulled his face into my shoulder. I wanted to hold him and be held. He sighed as he tucked his arms in around me, his breath warm on my neck. After a moment, he kissed my neck as he began to slowly thrust.

  -oOo-

  I sat in Neil’s apartment, digging on Harnette LLC and Edward Harnette. As Neil had guessed, Ed Harnette owned Harnette LLC.

  I glanced up at him and smiled. After our tumble this morning, another snooze, and a leisurely shower together, he’d rehired me to dig into Harnette LLC. I wanted to go home and change, but he’d talked me into staying until after lunch. I’d found it more amusing than I probably should have when he pointed out I’d only worn my suit for a few hours yesterday. It was a little rumpled because I was too distracted to hang it when I’d disrobed yesterday, but it would do until after lunch. Besides, it felt kind of nice to be wanted.

  Neil was talking on his phone. I’d had two voice messages, one from someone wanting to save me money on my office supplies, the other from Carol Gerryson. I deleted the first one and returned the second. I was to meet with Carol at three today to turn over what I had.

  Neil, on the other hand, had forty-one voicemails. Most were from various new agencies wanting his comments now that Vanesa Pierce’s story had been discredited, but Harker had also called, apologized, and asked him to start training her a
gain. He’d been more gracious with her than I would have been.

  I forced my thoughts back to the case. It hadn’t taken long to find the papers Ed had filed with the state of California to form Harnette LLC. The company had been founded three years, eight months ago, and soon thereafter, had purchased the domain mycastingcall.com. The site had gone live six months later. I couldn’t find any hard numbers, but the site itself claimed to have fifty-thousand active members. The site was free to join for those looking for roles. Those looking for actors paid $9.99 a month for as long as the position was available.

  I joined the site using the special email account I’d set up for things like this. They could send all the junk email they wanted there, and I’d never see it. It made my life a lot easier since I was a member of dozens, if not hundreds of websites just like with mycastingcall.com.

  I poked around on the site. There didn’t appear to be a lot of activity. Maybe that was the motive. Ed wasn’t making it with his new business venture and wanted revenge. It seemed like a stretch, but the stupidity of people never ended.

  I drummed my fingers on the table. I needed an angle, something I could use to hook Ed’s interest so he’d want to talk to me. I was still thinking it over when Neil hung up.

  “Whew. That’s the last of the people I want to talk to. You ready for lunch?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I guess,” I muttered, still puzzling over my in with Ed. “What are we having?”

  “I thought I’d have you but decided we had work to do.”

  He’d delivered the joke so deadpan it almost went over my head. “That’s fine. I’ll have—what?” I asked and burst into giggles. “Naughty.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t want to have to fire you again so soon, either.”

  I rose to my feet, enjoying his teasing. “Good. Having to draw up and complete a new contract would suck.”

  “She said suck,” he said, his voice low and evil before a soft villain’s laugh escaped him.