Page 36 of Blurry Little Lines
“Dude, please tell me we aren’t doing arms today.” I worked with him pretty hard last time.
“Don’t you remember your main fitness goal?” The young guy’s goal was to be strong enough to lift a woman up to sit on his shoulders while he pleasured her. It’s one fitness goal I have never heard anyone admit, but hell, I can’t argue with that.
“True, true, Max.” Eric nods, and we begin our session.
My fitness class before lunch is so damn difficult to teach with the thought of Eric’s goal and Kelsie filtering through my mind. The fitness class ends, and I begin to clean up the equipment, when a click-clack echoes through the hall. I pause at the foreign shoe sound in the gym, then, looking at the wall of mirrors, I see Kelsie standing in the doorway. Turning my head to the door, I drop the equipment in my hands, feeling my jaw slack as a confident Kelsie enters the room and closes the door. She’s also wearing those thin librarian glasses. For once, I’m the one speechless.
“Keys?” Her eyebrows raise as she points to the lock, and I scramble for them, still in disbelief that she’s here, wearing her sexy work attire. This typical fitness classroom is no longer in use and she’s not in sneakers—which leaves me with hope as to why she walked into this facility.
“What are you doing here?” It’s clear what she wants with the grin on her face and her eyes glued to my body.
“Maybe one more time won’t change our friendship status,” she muses, before she leaps into me and throws her arms around my neck.
I manage to lock the door and lead us to the opposite corner, out of sight. My hand unzips her dress instead of lifting it around her waist. Kelsie steps out of her dress, then reaches down to remove a heel, my hands never leaving her body.
“I don’t think so, baby girl.” I grab behind her knees and pick her up. “Those heels are staying on.” I pull back, admiring the curves and her soft stomach, but her hands cup my chin and tilt my head up.
“I know.” Her voice, that was full of confidence earlier, wavers with insecurity. “I haven’t worked out in a week or so.”
“What the hell? Kelsie, I’m looking at how sexy you are.” My hands give her ass a squeeze, and I tilt my hips, pushing my hard dick against her. “Stop doubting how much I desire you.”
“Can we turn the lights off?” The quietness of her voice pangs my heart.
“I want to see all of you, baby girl. Your body is what did this to my cock.” I rub myself against her again. “You are so fucking sexy.”
“If you say so,” she breathes, trying to arch and rub against my cock.
“Let me spend the next hour proving it to you.” I lean for a kiss, but she pulls back.
“I have to be back at the office in twenty minutes.”
“Then be a good girl and do as I say so you can come.” I wink.
My hands squeeze her ass again before I toss her tiny body higher and grip her thighs, lifting her so her legs rest on my shoulders. She squeaks in surprise, and I rest her back against the wall as my nose skims across her panties. I bring one hand to pull my shorts down, then pull her red lace to the side and run my tongue from her opening up to her clit.
“God yes, Max.” Her moan sounds through the room, and I’ve only licked her a few times. “Just like that.”
“Shh, baby girl.” I continue to suck and lick her till her hand grips my hair and she whimpers, trying to stifle her cry. “I didn’t bring the gag ball to work with me.” She pulls back with a questioning look of interest and fear. I don’t respond.
Dropping her back down my body with her legs around my waist, I slide my cock into her. I bite my lip to halt my groan when her hands meet my shoulders as she starts to ride me. Her tits are right at my face, and I appreciate them by biting her hardened nipple through the sheer fabric of her bra. Her head is thrown back, and I twist my fingers through her hair as my teeth graze her neck.
“Don’t leave a mark again,” she pants. “I’m so close.”
I speed up my pace and grip her ass. “Touch yourself. Show me how you rub your clit, baby.” Her expression turns shy for a moment, but my serious demeanor doesn’t change. “Don’t be shy. It’s fucking sexy knowing you touch your soft pussy.” Kelsie reaches down to circle her clit. “Atta girl.”
Seconds later, she comes. Her body tenses as she spasms around me, and I let my dick unload. Pressing my lips to hers, I silence her pleasured scream. I didn’t peg Kelsie as a screamer, but once she learned how to let go the first time that I made her come, she’s continued to show her satisfaction. I love how vocal she is.
“I can’t wait to get you out of earshot and hear you scream out loud again.” I smirk as she straightens her legs to stand.
“No, Max. Don’t even think about having me again.” She bends to collect her dress and cringes as she stands. “This was messy.” She looks down, and I realize I’m probably dripping out of her.
“You said there wouldn’t be a next time this morning.” I shoot her my boyish grin that she can’t get mad at, zipping her dress. “Thanks for the afternoon delight.”
“Well, dessert is always the finale.” She turns the key in the door. “I’ll see you later at James’s birthday party.”
I head down the hall moments later as my father approaches and sports the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve yet to witness. “Son, my hunky son.” He pats me on the back. “You and Little Miss Wheaton, huh?”
“I shouldn’t tell you to fuck off, dad. But, please, fuck off.” The last thing I need is for that rumor about Kelsie and I over the years to be given confirmation. For her privacy, mainly.