by Kat Mizera
“Safe travels tomorrow.” Chains waved and took off.
I was already bouncing on my toes, ready to go. I couldn’t explain my restlessness, but I was anxious to throw some punches. I’d been taking it easy because of my bruised ribs but I was ready to up my game again. Especially with Sandor. He always pushed me when we sparred, but in a good way.
“Ready?” He was bouncing too, jabbing at nothing as we danced around each other.
“Let’s do it.”
“How are the ribs?” he asked me.
“Still a little sore, but I think I’m good.”
“I’ll avoid that side. Last thing you need is to aggravate it before a long trip.”
“Okay.” I faked with my right hand and swung hard with my left, catching him in the stomach. His rock-hard, flat-as-a-board with all kinds of sinewy muscles stomach. He was wearing a shirt but I knew what it looked like without one and I’d had a few fantasies about what I’d do if I ever got to see him completely naked. In reality, I had to keep it professional, but my dreams were my own. And he’d invaded all of them.
I was so lost in thought, I didn’t see him make his move, and without warning, I was on my back, his massive body covering mine. Instead of fighting back, though, I just lay there, staring up at him. He was so close, so fucking close, and he had me pinned down. I could get away, but that wasn’t the point. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to feel his body on mine for a few more seconds. As many seconds, even fractions of a second, as I could get away with.
“You okay?” he asked slowly, though he didn’t move, didn’t let me up, didn’t do anything.
“Yeah.” My brain apparently was on the fritz because I couldn’t seem to do anything either. We just stared at each other, our eyes locked, neither of us moving.
“You have to say or do something,” he whispered, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.
“I can’t,” I whispered back, even though there was no reason for us to be whispering.
He slowly released my wrists but still didn’t get up. And when I didn’t move either, he dipped his head, his lips gently grazing mine. It was featherlight, as though he was giving me every opportunity to move away, but I was firmly rooted in place. There was no way in hell I’d do anything that would prevent him from kissing me.
When he did, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. Sandor didn’t just kiss me, he made love to my mouth. He started slow, pressing closed-mouth kisses to my lips, before sliding his tongue along the seam, and then seeking out mine. And still, he didn’t rush. His tongue worked mine like an artist, exploring my mouth with tender precision, stroking and gliding until I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down. His body dwarfed mine, but all I felt was sexy. He was big and covered in tattoos, with a bushy beard and muscles on his muscles, but it was glorious. I wanted him to devour me, fuck me into another world, because I already knew that’s the kind of lover he would be.
“Damn, baby, what are we doing?” He broke away slowly, his eyes glued to mine, one big hand on the side of my face.
“I don’t know,” I responded, trying to still the crazy beating of my heart, “but I like it.”
He kissed me again, this time flipping us over so I was lying on top of him, and strong fingers kneaded my ass, my back, my neck. I might have moaned, but when he edged up my T-shirt, revealing my sports bra, the sound he made was one of sheer desire.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said softly, trailing his hands along my flat stomach.
I’d had to sit up for him to get my shirt off and he was taking full advantage of my half-dressed state.
“You are too,” I whispered, unconsciously licking my lips.
He tugged off his tank and I sighed happily. He was a big guy, but his body was perfection, all hard angles and muscles and holy fuck, his happy trail consisted of golden hair. I dropped my head and kissed my way down, from his chest to the rim of his shorts, which I merely nuzzled, enjoying the view for now since I didn’t think I could rip his pants off right here at the gym.
He dug his fingers into my hair and pulled at my ponytail holder.
“I love your hair,” he said, running his fingers through the locks as they tumbled around my shoulders.
“You’re so blond,” I said needlessly. “It’s sexy as fuck.”
“Glad to oblige.” He gently pushed me onto my back and reached for my shorts.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, looking around and wondering if anyone could see us from outside.
“Hopefully, something that isn’t going to disappoint you,” he chuckled, tugging my shorts the rest of the way off.
“Sandor, what if someone—”
“No one can see in from outside; the windows have two-way glass.”
“Are there video cameras?”
“No idea…but what are they going to do with the video if there are? We’re both single, consenting adults. You think we can make money on Pornhub?”
I chuckled but it quickly turned into a groan as he moved the fabric of my thong and slid one naughty finger between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” he said, though I wasn’t sure why he needed to since I was more than aware of how aroused I was.
“What did you think would happen with all that kissing?” I mumbled.
“Just wait.” He pulled my thong free of my legs and then crouched between them.
“Oh my god…” My breath escaped in a rush when his lips touched me there. It had been years since anyone had gone down on me, and when his tongue slid inside of me, I arched right into his face. He was wicked, too, licking and tongue-fucking me while holding my hips firmly in place so my movements were limited but the enjoyment was heightened.
“Sandor…” I was so close to coming, it was embarrassing, but this was exquisite torture. When his tongue found my clit and he softly bit down, it was all over. My body jerked and a scream escaped me that I’d never heard before. My orgasm was so hard, I saw white lights, and he didn’t let up, wringing out every last ounce of pleasure until I whimpered from the overload on my sensitive clit.
“Disappointed?” he asked with a grin as he sat up.
“Shut up,” I muttered.
15
Sandor
Fucking hell, had I just gone down on Lennox right here on the mat at the gym? Yup, I definitely had, and she’d come so hard my beard was coated with her juices. And it was fucking awesome. She was beautiful and sexy and I was so goddamn hard, I needed to get inside of her now. She was still shivering slightly, in the aftermath of her orgasm, and I crawled over her so I could kiss her. I wanted her to taste herself on my tongue, feel how much I wanted her.
Her soft little whimper was a plea for more, telling me she wasn’t nearly finished for the night.
“How many times can you come in one night?” I asked her, tracing her gorgeous lips with one of my fingers.
“Not sure. Once is my record,” she chuckled.
“Just once?” I made a face. “I guess we’ll have to fix that.”
I looked around and then got to my feet, holding out my hands to her.
“Where are we going?” she asked in confusion, letting me help her up.
“There’s a couch in the office and that’ll be a lot more comfortable than this rough vinyl mat.” I took her hand, grabbed my wallet, and led her into the back. The office door was open and I sank into the nearest chair, playfully pulling her over my knees.
Her body went rigid as she said, “I don’t like to be spanked.”
My hands stilled, giving her the ability to get up if she really wanted to. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do.”
She glanced back over her shoulder at me but didn’t say anything.
I met her gaze. “But I’d like you to give me a chance to find out exactly what you do like.”
“Okay.”
“I made you feel good a few minutes ago, yes?”
“Oh, yes.” This time she smiled.
“Then tell me your fantasies.”
She looked confused. “What?”
“Your fantasies. What do you fantasize about sexually?”
“Well...” She finally relaxed across my lap. “A man who understands the sensuality and romance of kissing. Who knows that sex is more than just sticking it in and getting off.”
I rumbled out a laugh. “Have you slept with many men who don’t get that?”
She hesitated. “Pretty much all of them.”
Bloody hell. Was she for real? My dick got even harder just thinking about all the ways I wanted to make her feel good. And she liked to kiss. I could suck on those beautiful red lips of hers all day.
“Tell me more,” I said softly.
“I want a man who knows his way around a woman’s body, who cares enough to take the time to learn every little thing I like. And finally, I want a big, strong man who can make me feel good, without making me feel like I’m a lesser person just because I’m a woman. A man who can make love to me—or even fuck me—without taking away my power. I don’t know if you can understand what I mean by that.”
Take away her power? Jesus, what kinds of jerks had she been sleeping with? “Baby, I don’t know what your love life has been like, or your sex life for that matter, but this—what we’re doing—is all about mutual pleasure. And taking away your power? Why the fuck would I do that? The fact that you can kick my ass all over the gym is one of the things that attracted me to you. The last thing I want to do is diminish your power because that’s what makes this—and you—sexy.” I ran my hand along her smooth, firm ass.
Her hazel eyes turned to liquid fire as she continued to look at me over her shoulder, unconsciously licking her lips. “What about you?” she asked, her voice husky and deep. “What are your fantasies?”
She caught me off guard with that. I’d often asked women I was having sex with to tell me their fantasies because I liked making them come true. But no one had ever asked me mine.
“I just bared my soul to you and you can’t tell me yours?” she asked after a moment.
I ran my hand up her back and dug my fingers gently but firmly into the hair at the back of her head. “One set of fantasies at a time,” I said quietly. “If we do this again, I’ll tell you mine. But tonight is all about yours.”
“Okay.” She let her head drop so that I was holding it by her hair, but my touch remained gentle.
As tough as she was on the outside, she needed something different with this kind of intimacy, and I was okay with that. I’d had more than my share of wild, kinky, over-the-top sexual encounters and I was ready for something a little more meaningful as well, even if it wasn’t going to be long-term.
Deciding to change tactics, I let go of her hair and lifted her by the waist, setting her on my lap again, but this time on her bottom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I took a moment to really look at her. I already thought she was beautiful, but having her almost naked, in my lap, was spectacular. Her face was still flushed from the orgasm she’d had a little while ago and her hair was a wild halo around her face, making me want to kiss her just the way she’d fantasized about.
So I did. I leaned in and took her mouth with a sweetness I hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe ever. Her lips were delectable, soft, sexy, and so incredibly feminine. She worked hard to be badass and competed with men professionally every single day, so bringing out her feminine side, something I was positive not many people ever managed with her, did something to me I couldn’t quite articulate.
She made a little sound, deep in her throat, and I deepened the kiss. My tongue stroked hers with carefree, tender glides, enjoying every second of this rare taste of intimacy. I would probably regret it tomorrow, but tonight I couldn’t have cared less. Being with someone like Lennox was a rare treat, like cheesecake to a diabetic, and I’d become acutely aware of how little true pleasure I had in my life. I’d never imagined a woman could make me feel this way, like a man with needs instead of a man who took care of others. But Lennox had already become part of my life, and though I probably wouldn’t have her forever, I could have her for now.
“Sandor.” Her lips were swollen from how thoroughly I’d kissed her, and I met her gaze with a smile.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Why am I the only one naked?”
“But you’re not,” I replied. “You’re still wearing that bra.”
Without a word, she removed it, tossing it to the side and showing me the most perfect, round, handfuls of breasts I’d ever had the pleasure of touching.
“You were saying?” she teased.
“I was having so much fun enjoying your luscious body,” I said. “But I can get naked too.”
“Yes, please.” Her eyes danced with a sexy combination of mischief and desire and I leaned down to taste her lips one more time.
“I’m glad you like to kiss,” I told her as I set her on her feet, “because it’s one of my favorite things.”
“I actually don’t usually like to kiss,” she admitted, her eyes never leaving my body as I tugged my shorts down. “It’s always been a fantasy to find a guy that made me want to, but you’re the first to make me enjoy it.”
I kicked my shorts free of my legs. “That’s good to hear.”
“Holy hell, are you kidding me?” She was staring at my crotch, her eyes wide, and when she looked up at me, she was shaking her head. “Seriously? Smart, rich, good-looking, honest-to-goodness royalty and a big dick? Do other men hate you?”
“Probably,” I responded, “but not for any of the things you just mentioned.”
She reached out and slowly wrapped her hand around my cock. “I can’t close my hand around it,” she said, chuckling. “Handsome, I don’t know if this is going to fit.”
“Oh, it’ll fit. Promise.” I reached for her and pulled her to me. “Do I need to bury my face between your legs again to get you ready?”
She licked her lips, something I noticed she did whenever I said something that turned her on, but she shook her head. “I think it’s my turn to pleasure you.”
“I already told you, tonight is all about you. If there’s a next time, we can make it all about me.”
“You’re really something,” she murmured, leaning up for another kiss that blew me away because she took the lead, her tongue sliding between my lips almost urgently. Our mouths moved together with ease, as if we’d been kissing a lot longer than half an hour.
She walked us back onto the loveseat against the wall, pushing me onto it and climbing onto my lap after me. She straddled me like a woman who knew what she wanted and I struggled to pull away long enough to grope around for the wallet that had been abandoned on the floor with my shorts.
“Do guys still carry condoms in their wallets?” she asked, amusement on her face.
“Where else would I carry it?” I countered, opening the package and sliding it down my throbbing erection.
She glanced down at it and then back at me. “I’m really having doubts about…how that’s going to work.”
“Trust me.” This time when I kissed her, I let her know just how much I wanted her. What was foreplay before became a prelude to something more, something so superb I wasn’t sure I would have been able to describe it. Her body moved with mine even though I wasn’t even inside of her yet. She was completely immersed in our kiss, her hands in my hair, tugging at my ponytail and letting it fall free.
“God, that’s hot,” she whispered, gazing up at me lustily.
“Glad you like it.” I shifted my hips so my cock was poised right where I wanted it. She was a little nervous, though, so I wouldn’t rush. I had every confidence she would be begging me for more in short order, but I could wait until she was ready.
She sank down until I was a couple of inches inside of her. Her eyes closed and she tensed slightly. That wasn’t what I wanted, so I slid one hand between us, searching out her clit and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger with enough press
ure to make her breath catch.
“Oh my god.” Her head fell back.
I ran my hands along her back, taking a moment to nibble her breasts. They weren’t large, but they were literally perfect. For me anyway. I could hold them in my hands and the second I touched them, her nipples pebbled beautifully. Someday, I’d make her come just touching her breasts, but for right now, we both needed something else. I didn’t know how long I’d last after the twenty minutes I’d spent kissing her and the fifteen minutes I’d spent between her legs. My dick was beyond ready for some action and I rocked my hips forward, edging deeper inside of her.
To my surprise, she sank down, taking all of me at once and letting out a gasp as I filled her.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she panted. “I think you’re going to split me in half.”
We both chuckled and she leaned in, kissing me, trailing her lips across my cheek, to my ear, and then to that soft spot behind it that made me shudder.
“Easy, baby, I’m so close…and I need you to come one more time for me.”
“Oh, I’m going to come,” she said.
I pulled halfway out, shifted my hips, and thrust back in. I did it a few times, getting a feel for what she liked, and every time I bottomed out, she made the sexiest little noise, a cross between a cry of pain and a plea for more.
“You okay?” I asked, slowing down so I could look into her eyes.
“Soooo okay,” she whispered, drawing out the words and starting to ride me like a rodeo queen. Her firm, gorgeous body rocked back and forth, her hips undulating in a rhythm that matched mine. When she sped up, I knew she was close and I felt a familiar tingling crawling down my spine. My balls drew up tight and I grunted from the exertion of holding back.
“Let go, handsome,” she whispered, placing her hands on my chest. “Fuck me a little rougher and I’m going to come harder than before.”
I jackhammered up and into her, down and out, over and over, until her pussy convulsed around me, squeezing and milking us both into paradise. I roared through my orgasm, filling the condom as we exploded together. She was quieter this time, but her short fingernails dug into my shoulders as she bucked on my lap, almost falling over backwards before I caught her around the waist.
