“Let’s rectify that.” He lifts one side of his mouth and takes my hand in his. Together we palm his cock. He groans into my mouth taking it with a possessive kiss as I take over, dipping into his shorts and pumping his length with my hand.
“That’s it, this will be quick,” he rasps out seconds before he pulses in my hand. He lets out an exaggerated breath, his face straining, his mouth slightly parted before he stares down at me with wonder. After, we lay spent on the mat for minutes in silence, our bodies tangled.
Once rested, he pulls me up to sit with him.
“I had fun tonight, just…hanging out. Fooling around. I don’t see the harm, if you don’t.”
“I don’t fool around, Lance.” I lift from the mat, realizing where we are and how far we’ve come from casually sharing pizza and conversation in mere minutes.
What in the hell?
I just let a guy dry hump me on a gym mat. I look over to see Lance isn’t at all weirded out by this. To me, it might as well have been voyeurism.
“Oh my God, what if there are cameras?”
“There aren’t. I asked Jake the other…”
I narrow my eyes.
He winces, “when I got my key?”
It’s obviously a lie, but I let him have it. All that matters is that we weren’t on camera. It’s my worst fear and for good reason. What in the hell was I thinking? I pull myself together while Lance reads my change in demeanor.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just something…nothing. Paranoia.”
“I can prove there are no cameras.”
“What?” I ask, still dazed. I’ve never done anything like this. Not even close. I feel free and terrified at the same time.
“I believe you,” I say, mind reeling.
“I’m not sure you do, come on,” he stands and grabs my hand. I take it as he escorts me to the office. It’s pretty basic, nothing to see.
“If there were cameras, there would be a monitoring system in here. Text Jake, he’ll tell you.”
“Okay.” I breathe a little easier.
“Did we go too fast?” He’s on edge, and I put him there.
“No. Not too fast. I just had a moment. I’m good.”
Slightly at ease, he pulls me to him and lifts my chin with his palm. “So, what do you think? I mean about doing this again? Food, conversation, fooling around?”
“Are you asking me out?”
“I’m asking for more of what we did here. No pressure.”
“I don’t know about here.”
“I still want to watch you dance.”
That comment lights me up from inside. “I can dance anywhere.”
“For me?”
“Maybe. I need to go.”
He draws his brows. “Okay.”
“I’ll see you Wednesday.”
It’s clear he’s not happy about my quick retreat, but I need council. Like now. With my sister or René. Either will do for the moment. I’m in unchartered territory. I need to pull up my big girl panties, but right now, they’re soaked, courtesy of Lance Prescott. Gathering my things, I leave him standing in the middle of the gym.
Harper
Safely inside my Toyota. I shoot off a text to my best friend René.
SOS. Call me now.
My phone rings and I answer, starting my RAV4 and putting my phone in the cradle when the Bluetooth connects.
“Mami. What is it? I have three minutes until my Uber gets here.
“I just got dry humped by a hot-ass ballplayer.”
“Tell me everyting. Is dis de guy from de gym?”
“YES!” I press my forehead to the wheel. “God, René, it was like my whole body lit on fire.”
“So hot. Did ju finish?”
“Finish?”
“Get offs?”
“Off. Yes. What do I do?”
“Send him a thank ju card.”
“Really?”
“Hell no. Oh God, jour a hopeless and dopey romantics, and ju chose a jocks to fool around with? Not smart, Mami.”
“I know. Trust me, but he’s so damned sexy.”
“Dey always are. Until dey steal jour favorite shirt and go have sex with another man while wearing it!”
“I don’t think I’m in that same danger.”
“Lucky ju.”
“You know whenever you say that it sounds like you’re calling me a lucky Jew.”
“Aren’t ju?”
I grin. “Tonight I am.”
“Look, have fun. Don’t over tink tings. This is probably a flings.”
“Fling.”
“Same thing.”
A knock at the window has me jumping out of my skin. I look over to see Lance holding the pizza box. Mortified, I roll down my window and narrow my eyes.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Pretty much your entire conversation.” Lance chuckles. “You forgot this, and my ride is here.” He points to a white Taurus. “I couldn’t hold out any longer.”
“Who is that? Mami?” I turn the volume way down; my eyes bugging out of my head. All the blood rushes to my face as I snatch the box out of his hands.
Lance leans down, his presence stealing my breath. “So, no thank you card?”
“It’s rude to eavesdrop.”
“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t fake that orgasm.”
“You know damn well I—”
He snatches my face into his hands and plants a long hard kiss on my lips. When he pulls away, his eyes are shining with amusement. “Goodnight, Mami.”
Harper
Lance’s tongue swirls around my center in a tease before he begins to lap me up while I rip at his thick hair. Since we’ve started to get intimate, the minute we enter the gym, we enter a different world.
Tonight, the second I locked the door he crossed the gym to meet me and we collided. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation on either of our parts. The trust he’s been earning evident now as he keeps me pinned, his hands around my wrists, his mouth devouring me.
For the last two weeks, we’ve been taking it as far as we can go without actually ‘doing’ the deed. Some nights we study. Others he works himself stupid on the bag until he collapses, mostly silent due to his frustrations. It’s getting easier to gauge his moods. And it’s also getting easier for me to see the weight on his herculean shoulders. Today he’s been more talkative than usual. Taking a break from his workout to watch me dance. Sometimes he sits atop the mats and just watches, quick to compliment, always ready to give soundless approval with the look on his face alone. He’s replaced every single man in my fantasies, and tonight, after touching and tasting me the way he has, I doubt he’ll be excluded in any of them in the future.
“Yes, right THERE!”
His gravelly chuckle sounds throughout the room as I sink further into the mat, my legs over his shoulders, thighs spread wide as he goes as deep as his tongue will allow. Shaking uncontrollably, I come on his tongue, and he laps me up, a master at his craft. He’s gone down on me twice and never asked me to return the favor. I plan on reciprocating soon but have been gun shy due to lack of experience. The more he touches me, looks at me, the bolder I become. Content with a sigh, I lay back as he moves up my body and takes my mouth in a kiss, my flavor on his tongue. Deep groans erupt from his throat, his stone erection pressed against me until he pulls away, frustrated. “Harper, I want you alone,” he rasps out. “I need to get you alone.”