by Laney Castro
There was no time for dirty talk it seemed, as Aaron was fully intent on ravishing her. He went further down, leaving a wet trail between the valley of her breasts and to her belly. His hands eased her legs apart while his thumbs massaged the inside of her thighs.
He looked back up at her, and she gasped at the sight of his gray eyes hooded with lust. She felt his warm breath against her center and white heat spread from her core. She tried to spread wider for him, to give herself to him.
Aaron's tongue came in contact with her, licking then sliding deeper. She felt her arousal taking over. Her mind reeled and she was short of breath, as she tried to reach for his head, to clutch on his hair. To hold on to something. But Madison couldn't move, couldn't think. Then he rubbed her button while his tongue rolled rapidly against her sides.
Her cry was deep and primal.
He hooked his arms beneath her thighs, lifting her off the bed. She turned her torso to one side as her body shuddered in ecstasy, bending over with each wave. Her eyes fluttered instinctively. She was dripping down her own thighs, his cheeks, until his one last flurry of licks met with her one last cry of pleasure.
“How’d you like that, baby?” His voice was guttural, his breath hot on her skin as he licked off her juices.
“Very much,” she panted, ready to curl up, cuddle into his arms, and bask in ecstasy.
He licked her wetness again with the broad side of his tongue. “We’re not done yet.”
He was far from done, indeed. Madison was still weak-kneed when he half-pulled, half-lifted her off the bed. She clung to him, pressing her body against his earnestly. Their lips met again and she tasted oil and sea on his tongue, a dangerous combination. Madison's arms clutched his biceps, one leg around his one of his, not caring about anything else.
He pushed her against the full-length mirror, with an urgency that might have hurt if only she wasn't too busy kissing him. She undulated her body against him, letting his hardness come in contact with her slick folds.
Aaron gathered her hair away from her shoulders, and in one movement, whirled her so that she was facing the other way. Her body was firmly against the surface. Her breasts were mashed; her palms instinctively splayed against the glass. His hand was fisted against her hair, holding her still with a gentle pressure.
He leaned closer and traced her left ear with his tongue. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he murmured. Considering his appetites, Madison let out a soft surrendering moan.
Her body was still wet and she could feel her imprint on the glass. As he stroked her ear and pressed against her, she felt herself stirring with need. She couldn’t fully see their reflections on the mirror, just movements of lights and shadows. But she did briefly see the expression on his face as he indulged in her. Tongue, skin, breath. She was putty in his hands.
His tongue went deeper into her ear and her fingers curled. She wanted to turn and kiss the living daylights out of him but his hand and face still kept her pinned to the mirror. His other hand slid itself into the space between her body and the glass, parting her thighs just enough for his cock to fit between her legs.
She saw the split-second of hesitation in his eyes through his reflected the mirror, as he cast a downward glance on their strewn clothes. Knowing what he thought, she reached for the hand that held her thigh and she murmured, “I’m still on the pill.”
As if he were back at the pool where the beep had sounded, he started up again with renewed fervor. He rotated his hips against her, and she felt his erection inched further between her thighs.
Madison moved her body so she could return the favor. His free hand now moved just above her crease, pressing an agonizing rhythm against her skin while his tongue continued to ravage her ear. "A-Aaron," she mewled, shoulders wanting to buck against the mirror, but finding no room. Her thighs closed around him, but she was already on her tiptoes. She ground herself against him the best she could until she thought she would go crazy.
He let go of her hair and her ear at the same time. But this time, the hand just above her center moved to part her. She liked how his fingers came in direct contact with her skin, opening her in new ways and opening in her new sensations. He held her open for a few agonizing seconds, making her shiver in anticipation.
"You want me that much?" he asked.
"More than you know. Please," she pleaded.
She straightened her torso and bent her arms backwards so she can reach for his hair. They pawed him urgently, tightening only when he entered her.
Once he was sheathed, he began to move. Madison had to extricate her fingers from his hair and bolstered herself against the glass so that she had some leverage. Then she met his thrusts, guided by his hands on her waist. Her breasts pressed deeper against the surface.
Aaron snaked an arm under her breasts while the other hooked under her right leg. He lifted her with ease as they resumed the rhythm. Madison felt herself sliding against the mirror as he pushed. She could feel her walls tightening around him and her breath growing more uneven.
Aaron was grunting in response, his powerful arms helping her to quicken their pace. Did she dare? Pinned between his rock-hard swimmer's body and the mirror, Madison held on to the hand clutching her chest…
And slowly lifted her other leg.
Aaron gripped her tighter at first then quickly moved so that now he was supporting her completely. She felt weightless in his arms. She clenched his cock tighter as her body moved like waves, sweat and lovemaking dripping down their entwined limbs. She closed her eyes as her lust enveloped her, crying out his name. Aaron thrust once, twice, then released inside her. She gasped softly.
It felt like the night wasn’t enough, and so they spent all of it—borrowing a few hours in advance from the next day—to make love. Rough and fast, deep and slow. Aaron recalled sleeping and waking up and then touching each other again or maybe that was just a dream.
“You do know that at some point you’ll have to get out of bed and face everyone,” Madison replied, turning slightly to kiss his palm. “Or eat.”
“I’m not hungry for food,” he murmured in a suggestive voice, making her giggle. Damn, how he had missed this. How he had missed her.
Her hand roamed along the exposed side of his body. “When are you heading back to Colorado Springs for training camp?”
He brushed the hair out of her face. “I still have about three weeks. Are you trying to get rid of me?” he joked. He didn’t want to think about training camp or the Summer Nationals or the next Olympics. Not just yet. He just wanted to make up for lost time.
“No, I’m just trying to get your hips trained,” she answered cheekily, hand gliding down to rest on his hip. “Mmm, I love these hips.” But she halted then looked straight into his eyes. He was surprised to see her eyes were unexpectedly wet. “I love you, hotshot.”
Aaron pulled her into his embrace and pried a deep kiss. It was everything he ever wanted, all sweetness and spice and salty tears. He could see years with this woman. He could see other lifetimes. He wanted to start over with her. “You’re still here,” he murmured.
“And I’m still yours,” she breathed, mouthing the words against his lips.
He grinned before kissing her with no plans of letting go. It took a few more minutes of cuddling before he spoke up again. "So, breakfast?" he asked, rubbing the bottom of her lip. He couldn’t keep himself from touching her one way or the other.
"Honey, it's almost lunch!" Madison laughed.
"Brunch then," Aaron answered. But even if it was his suggestion, he had no immediate plans of getting up. Until his phone began ringing. With a groan, he realized his phone had been all but forgotten in his duffle bag.
"Damn. I think that’s Coach. I forgot I still have to show up for more press interviews today," he cursed. He looked down at her, not in a hurry to take the call. "Rain check?"
She smoothed her palm over his chest. "Hurry, I don't think I can wait that long," she said w
ith a soft voice. But they both knew that deep down that was a lie. Now that they had each other, no wait was too long.
THE END
Acknowledgements
Liliana Rhodes and Marian Tee, for putting this anthology together;
Mina V. Esguerra, for giving the Flirt class the push we needed;
Shar Longstreth for the freeway directions to imaginary places;
Ana Valenzuela, for being extra pairs of eyes;
and Candace and Eve, for being awesome swim fans.
About the Author
Laney Castro likes backpacking, craft beer, deep tissue massages, and Mexican food. She is always getting herself into one scrape after another, all in the pursuit of a good story (or a cute guy). She’s a huge swim fan, and she’s hoping all this writing will help her score seats at the Rio Olympics.
She is currently working on Book 2 of the Downtown Aquatics.
Copyright
Between Heats
Laney Castro
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, organizations, and events portrayed here are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright 2014 by Laney Castro
Contact: www.laneycastro.com
Cover design by Miles Tan
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Acknowledgements