I glance down. The man’s cock outlined nice and hard underneath his shorts.
“That’s funny; the only man I saw watching me run on the treadmill was CJ when he showed me he lost another tooth, and this isn’t my first time working out here in front of you or Cody.” I grab one of the gyms t-shirts, place it over my head and slip out of my running shoes to put my sweats on. Stupid, I know because they’ll be coming off quicker than I put them on. This isn’t our first time having sex in here. “There is this better?” I pirouette around, tugging on the hem of the shirt that hits between my ass and my knees.
“Only if you give me a private dance with the result being every piece of clothing on the floor. I can prop a chair right here and make it easy for you to sit on my lap. If you prefer me to take them off instead, I’m all for it. You know good and well what happens if I drop to my knees to remove your clothes, don’t you?”
Even though I do, I shake my head and bite my bottom lip teasingly.
Slowly, he reaches me. Snags me by the waist, spins, and within a second has me pinned against the wall.
“It means I can’t guarantee I won’t gag my wife so people won’t hear her scream when my mouth touches the sweet spot between her legs. Do I need to gag you, before I bury my face in your pussy?” he rasps, so low, as he dips his head down and bites on the lobe of my ear, his warm breath spreading fire across my skin.
“Well, it depends on what you want to gag me with,” I manage to get out when his lips travel down my neck, teeth grazing at my flesh, causing goosebumps to rise. I tremble with undeniable need.
“Plenty of time for you to take me in your mouth. Unless that’s what you want, I mean, I love blowing my load in all three of your holes, but that mouth of yours. Damn. Nothing like it when it takes me.”
Backing away and leaving me breathless, he bends, unties his shoes, toeing them off and kicking them out of the way.
My hands go to the wall, palms flat, itching to touch him when he drops his shorts. Then he does the same with his groin guard. Leaving him standing there with his cock long, thick, and all mine.
My mouth waters. I have the urge to drop to my knees, grab hold of his ass and take him into my mouth. But the ache between my legs is throbbing like crazy.
Impressive, carved stone stands in front of me. The sight of my husband naked is something I’ll never get used too.
Glorious perfection.
He’s downright mouthwatering; his chiseled jaw covered in days of dark scruff. His pitch as night hair shaved close to his scalp. Every inch of his massive body that towers over my five-foot-seven frame is flawless.
Chest and shoulders wide. Abdomen rippling with muscles. Arms big. Thick thighs. An ass I’ve bounced quarters off of plenty of times.
I nearly come right here. Mason has always been muscular, but tonight he appears more prominent than he’s ever been.
A wicked grin spreads across his mouth as he grips himself. I could come from nothing else but watching this man stroke his cock, devouring me with those eyes that drink me in.
“You're going to want to scream so loud, Mrs. Whitaker. You might want to place your hand over your mouth now,” He groans the sexiest sound as he makes his way back to me.
My parting lips is all he needs to take possession and steal my breath. Licking and stroking my tongue.
“Mason,” I moan, my body a quivering ache of need.
“I’m right here, Eden, always and forever.” He whispers before kissing me savagely.
Deeply as if it was our first and last kiss.
With a wild growl, he pulls away, sucking in air and pressing his forehead to mine. Our eyes catch hold of each other.
Stormy and turbulent causing a current of blazing energy to thunder through the room.
Before I can come up for air, he has the shirt over my head, my sports bra off and drops to his knees.
Big hands hit my thighs, dark hooded eyes watching what he does as he yanks me outward enough for him to drag everything below my waist down my legs.
Slowly.
“Shit, you are incredibly sexy.” His words bounce off his tongue, a direct hit to my heart.
Those hands slide up my legs to grab hold of my ass, pulling ever so slightly until my center meets his face.
I moan, throat begging to scream. I suck it down as his tongue spears into me, and his scruff scrapes across my skin. The man taking what’s his to take.
Sucking. Nibbling. Biting.
Devouring.
Tremors shake my legs as he continues to fuck me with his tongue — pleasure winds on a whimper when he adds two fingers. My pulse shoots skyward as I arch my back and fist his hair.
“God, Mason.” I place my hand over my mouth to block my scream as he pumps his fingers, his teeth punishing my clit. My heart pounds in an uncontrollable frenzy; the ground no longer feeling as if it’s holding me to stand.
I want his cock inside me.
But Mason seems to want to eat me alive. Swallow me whole. Taking and taking until I can no longer deny the orgasm my body desperately needs. It works it’s way from my stomach, around my spine and sparks between my legs.
I combust with pleasure, my entire body melting from my husband's mouth.
Air heaves from my lungs when suddenly I’m lifted in the air, my legs wrapping around Mason’s legs. And as soon as I lock them above his ass. He thrusts into me hard and deep. A man clearly on a mission to please.
“I love you, always have, always will,” he declares. Words he’s spoken every day since we confessed our love at fifteen.
“I love you more.”
“That’s right. It’s you and me always.”
Desperation clings to his words; I don’t have time to ask if something is wrong as he fucks me harder than he ever has before. My body rocking, head smacking against the wall. He buries his face in my neck, hips thrusting, arms holding me close.
His pants and my moans are all I hear; they blend with the smell of sweet intoxicating sweat and sex as we fall into bliss together.
Chapter Three
Mason
“You need to tell her Mason. I can’t keep pushing this onto the back burner. We need to seal the deal before someone else sneaks in to take your place. There are a lot of up and coming boxers moving up the ranks. This opportunity doesn’t come around that often, and you know it.”
Fucking hell.
As if excusing myself from the table after having dinner with my wife to take a call from Natalie wasn’t enough, when I’ve lead Eden to believe my agent, and I parted ways because there wasn’t much of a need for her anymore. Said agent has to go and bring up something I doubt my wife will agree with, let alone sit down and listen.
“I’d have let you go to voicemail if I knew this is why you called.” Agitation ripples through me, causing my entire body to shake worse than a whore shaking her ass.
I raise a hand, running it down my face. I can feel it coming, that freight train that’s sat dormant for years. It’s firing its engines, getting ready to collide with my fate.
Unease growls in my gut.
“Oh, please. You know you're as eager as I am for me to make this happen. Let me repeat myself for the hundredth time. Hopefully, it’s the reminder you need. The world is going to go crazy once the word is out that the former WBAC Champ is stepping into the ring with the new champ. God, when was the last time that happened. Years, Mason. We can have sponsors lined up with a snap of my fingers. Plus, television stations will be war bidding top dollar to get this gig. Not to mention, your endorsements contracts will likely extend, new ones will come in, this is big news, Mason. They are going to sponge this up. You tell Eden, convince her and get it done tonight. Your brain is functioning fine. You know it, so does Eden, so do I.”