Build

by Gillian Archer

  But one fucking fantasy at a time.

  I captured one of her nipples between my teeth and gently tugged until she gave a little gasping cry. I immediately released her tip and bathed it with my tongue, easing the pain she’d claimed to feel but knowing it was actually the best kind of torture given the way she arched back into my mouth. I repeated my actions with her other nipple while my fingers travelled south and delved into her panties. I was inches away from her silky, wet heaven when she made another cry that sounded more like a squeal and not sexy at all.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Blue!”

  Sure enough, when I swiveled around to look past Rachel’s torso, Blue was skulking away from us. I mean, I loved the dog to pieces, but no way did I want an audience right now. “Blue. Out.”

  He whined quietly but obeyed, creeping out the door with his tail between his legs.

  “Aw, I feel bad now,” Rachel murmured while she watched Blue leave the room.

  “I do too,” I replied as I burrowed my head between her breasts once more. “I swear to Christ, if I don’t sink my dick into your tight, little pussy in the next two minutes, it might implode.”

  Rachel snorted a soft laugh then buried her hands in my hair, holding me to her breast. “Well we can’t have that happening, can we? It would be a crime against humanity.”

  “It really would,” I murmured around her tight, puckered nipple.

  Her laughter ended in a moan as my seeking fingers found the edge of her panties and delved inside. Already her pussy was wet. I groaned as her juices coated my finger when I ran it up and down the seam of her pussy, spreading her moisture and teasing us both with what was to come. She was so fucking wet. Slipping my finger into her pussy, I sank to my second knuckle with no effort.

  Rachel groaned and grasped my finger with her inner muscles, squeezing me tightly.

  And then it was my turn to groan.

  I could easily remember what she felt like when it was my dick buried deep in her pussy as she squeezed me last night. I couldn’t wait to feel it again.

  But first I added a second finger to prepare her. She must’ve been a little bit sore because she hissed as two digits stretched her. I quickly bit down on her nipple to distract her then kissed it better. Rachel have a gasping cry but didn’t pull away from either my lips or fingers, so I kept going. Scissoring my fingers to stretch her a bit, I tried to soothe her with a combination of my mouth on her breasts and my thumb on her clit. She moaned as she pushed into my hand, wanting more of my fingers or my thumb, I didn’t know, so I gave her both. Thrusting my fingers into her tight, grasping pussy, I circled her engorged clit with my thumb, teasing her until she was bouncing on my lap, thrusting her hips into me. In moments she was gasping, until with a keening cry, she clenched around my fingers with her muscles. Her pussy spasmed tightly around my fingers, and it went on and on. Until finally Rachel slumped into my chest.

  “You are amazing,” she slurred.

  Meanwhile my dick was so hard, I felt light headed. I couldn’t take it anymore—I had to get inside her.

  Gathering her in my lap, I twisted her until both legs sprawled over my right leg. Rachel was like a limp ragdoll in my arms, calmly letting me bend her to my will. I pushed the only material between me and heaven down her legs with a grunt. I had to be inside her; I needed to feel that wonderful nirvana again. I grabbed Rachel by the hips and moved her so she was straddling me once again.

  “You are so strong,” Rachel gasped. “The way you can just pick me up and move me has got to be the hottest thing ever. It shouldn’t be possible, but I think I’m wetter now than I was before you gave me that orgasm.”

  “Fantastic,” I muttered as I lined my dick up with her sopping wet pussy. “It’ll make fucking you that much easier.” I sank maybe two inches into her fiery hot cunt when Rachel pushed against my chest with a cry.

  “Wait, stop.”

  “What? Why?” I all but cried. I was inches from nirvana—the last thing I wanted to do was stop now.

  “Condom. We need a condom.”

  “Fuck.” Really at that moment all I wanted to do was cry—I was a man on the edge—but with a groan I grasped her around the waist and pulled her off my dick. I stood and pointed an angry finger at her. “Do not move a fucking inch. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, sir. I will be here, horny and waiting for you to come back.”

  I snorted a quick laugh then all but ran to my room and to hunt for the two remaining condoms I knew I had in my bag. When I ran by Blue, he thought it was a fun game and barked as he ran alongside me. Quickly locating the condoms, I ran back to the gym and slammed the door shut behind me to keep Blue out. The last thing we need just then was a cold, wet nose nudging us. I turned to face Rachel with a triumphant grin, but it faltered as I found her not exactly where I left her.

  Instead of sitting on the weight bench, Rachel was now facing me on her hands and knees atop of the bench, her breasts hanging down heavily beneath her.

  I gulped.

  Holy fuck.

  Rachel bit her lip, and I almost lost it. Steeling myself from coming all over my feet like an untried teen, I took a few deep breaths. I couldn’t even trust myself to roll the condom on just then.

  “I uh, kinda moved. Hope you don’t mind.” Rachel tiled her head and arched slightly, so I had a better view of her fantastic tits.

  I gulped again but didn’t say anything. I fucking knew if I opened my mouth right then all that would come out would be a stuttering mess. Instead, I glared at her like I was displeased, trying to think unsexy thoughts so I roll the fucking condom on.

  “We’ll discuss your punishment later.”

  “Punishment?” She purred. “I kinda like the sound of that.”

  “Holy shit. Shut up.”

  Rachel sat back on her heels with a wounded expression.

  “I don’t…” I groaned. “Fucking hell. I gotta put this condom on. And you’re sitting there looking like a goddamn wet dream come to life. The last thing I need right now is you whispering all sexily about punishments.”

  As I spoke, the wounded expression melted away, and a smug pout stole over her face. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes bounced from the condom to my dick and back again. My dick flexed like it could feel the heat of her gaze.

  And I remembered the heat of her pussy.

  Fuck.

  I turned my back on her with a hiss. “You, sweetheart, are my kryptonite. I can’t fucking do this and look at you right now. I need a minute. Then I’m gonna make you come so hard, they’ll hear you screaming in Sactown.”

  Rachel laughed huskily behind me but didn’t say a word. Meanwhile I took a few deep breaths then rolled the condom on. When I finally turned and faced Rachel she was still in the same position—kneeling on the weight bench—only this time there was that smug expression on her face. Like a woman who had found her power.

  I don’t think there was anything hotter on this fucking earth than the way Rachel looked right then. And I had her all weekend.

  13

  Rachel

  I bet if I really wanted to, I could make Austin beg. Maybe even get some ridiculous promises from him. As tempting as that power was, there was only one thing I wanted from him just then, and he had his hand wrapped around it.

  His eyes flickered from my face to my breasts to my hand, and he froze. “Take it off.”

  “What?” I was naked. What the heck was he talking about?

  “The ring. Take it off. I can’t… I can’t do this when you have that on your finger. Feels like I’m fucking a married woman.” He hitched a shoulder like his skin itched.

  “Oh.” I sat back on my heels so I could take off the offending ornament. I don’t even know why I still had it on. Habit? But why had it freaked him out so much? He knew it wasn’t a real wedding/engagement ring. My brow furrowed, I slipped it off my finger then tossed it toward our pile of clothes.

  Austin’s eyes flickered in that
direction and he kicked the pile of clothes so my shirt covered the ring. His eyes met mine again and he shook his head ruefully. “Sorry. It’s just… The ring bugs me, okay? Every time I see the thing it feels like you’re cheating on someone with me. I’ve never said I was a good guy, but I’m no fucking cheater. That’s one line I don’t cross.”

  I blinked up at him. “Okay. No problem. But just to remind you, there is no one else in my life. It’s a fake ring. I’m not cheating on anyone with you.”

  Austin closed his eyes with a bitten off curse. “Fuck. I’ve killed the mood, haven’t I?”

  “I don’t know.” I stretched in an exaggerated motion and smiled a little smug smirk when I saw his spellbound gaze ensnared on my bare breasts. “I seem to remember you saying something about a punishment? Would that put you back into the mood?”

  He approached me with hooded eyes. “A punishment, huh?”

  “Although I thought you couldn’t handle thinking about them, let alone doing anything to me just now,” I whispered.

  Austin’s eyes narrowed at my jibe. Suddenly I remembered how dangerous it was to tease a man like him. Last night he’d shown me how much control mattered to him.

  I lost sight of him as he stepped behind me. But then I felt his hand softly cup my right butt cheek. My body reflexively arched toward his touch, pushing my butt into his hand.

  Smack.

  I heard it before I felt the sting.

  Austin had slapped my ass.

  “Hey!” I twisted around to glare at him over my shoulder as my butt cheek stung from the slap. “Really?”

  Austin’s hand gently rubbed over my stinging flesh, soothing the ache and creating a new one. His fingers cruised over my skin until he was petting my slippery pussy. I moaned and pushed into his hand again.

  Smack.

  My left butt check stung now, but Austin didn’t touch it again. He went right back to fingering my pussy. I groaned and dropped my head, pressing my hot face into my arms.

  Smack.

  “What was that for?” My head shot back up, and I glared over my shoulder at him.

  Smack.

  Christ. I closed my eyes as my pussy throbbed demandingly. The juxtaposition of his gentle fingers moving over my sex, and the sharp stings of his spanks was driving me out of my mind. “Whatever it is I’m doing wrong just fucking tell me. I’m about one more finger thrust away from coming. So, if you want to be inside me when I come, you better get moving.”

  Smack.

  I dropped back down and thrust my hips back at him.

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  And then his fingers dove back inside me, thrusting, sliding, moving, until I couldn’t breathe. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a long keening moan. I was so close. One more thrust, and I broke. My body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. I think I even screamed.

  It took me more than a few moments to come back to myself. I was still crouched on the weight bench with my knees under me. Austin’s hand gently petted my sweat-dampened flesh.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “Oh yeah,” I muttered drunkenly.

  “You still got another in you?”

  “Uh huh, as long as you don’t expect much from me.” I sighed as that blissful post-orgasmic haze sang through my bloodstream.

  Austin laughed softly. “Oh, you got plenty left in you, sweetheart. Let me show you.”

  His hand gently probed my folds, and then I felt something bigger and broader than his finger pushing into me. Our time together last night and my powerful orgasm made it much easier for my body to accept him. I arched my spine, pushing back toward him. Austin grunted slightly and froze. A shuddering breath left him as his fingers pressed into my hips. He held us together for another moment before one hand let go of my hips, coasted over my stomach, and down between my thighs. His fingers slipped over the lips of my pussy until he found my clit. Just as he danced over my aching bud, his hips shoved at mine until he was finally buried deep inside me.

  Austin groaned. “You okay, baby?”

  “Yeah,” I gasped as his clever fingers continued to play with my clit. “Totally okay.”

  He gave a soft, snorting laugh. “Just wanted to make sure you were still with me. You usually make more noise than that.”

  “What? I would never. I’m a total lady in bed.”

  Austin snorted again. “I might believe that if we were actually in a bed. Or if my ears weren’t still ringing from that last scream of yours.”

  “I don’t scream during sex. I’ve never screamed during sex. Oh.” I lost my train of thought as Austin pressed deep inside me at the same time he brushed against my clit.

  “Never say never. Oh Jesus. I swear if you squeeze me like that one more time—” He groaned. “Time to hold the fuck on.”

  His hips pounded into mine as he continued to tease my clit. The combination of sensations had me climbing toward the peak. I didn’t have any control over my body. I wanted to wait and come with him, but I couldn’t help it. With every thrust, his piercing ran over that spot inside me—that one spot that had me both tensing up and arching toward him at the same time. In moments I was moaning as all my muscles tightened up. Then it felt like I was melting and exploding all at once. A keening cry left me. It was overwhelming and amazing. Finally, I sagged onto the bench, unable to hold myself up any longer.

  Austin gave a shout and his fingers dug into me. He pressed his hips into mine and groaned deeply. Then he collapsed onto me, his big body pushing me into the bench until it felt like I couldn’t breathe.

  “Austin?” I gasped.

  “That was fucking amazing, baby.” His weight left mine, and I shivered as a waft of cold air hit my sweaty body. I heard some rustling on the other side of the room, but I was too damn tired to open my eyes. I was too damn tired to move much of anything. The tiny weight bench was almost as good as a bed, right?

  I must’ve dozed off for a moment because the next thing I knew Austin picked me up from the bench and set me down on the soft rubbery floor, cuddling his warm body into my back.

  “Holy shit, sweetheart. You really know how to help relieve some tension. That was fucking amazing. Like a damn wet dream come to life.”

  “You said something about that earlier I think.” I giggled. I was so relaxed, my whole body felt like a wet noodle. I didn’t think I could stand up if the building was on fire. I just wanted to lie here next to Austin and be. My relaxed state must’ve unhooked my brain because clearly I wasn’t thinking when the next sentence fell out of my mouth. “And it totally got your mind off your dad.”

  The words hovered between us in the air, and I could only stare at the ceiling in horror. A million curse words ran through my head, but I couldn’t figure out what to say—how to take it back. It felt like forever, but several heartbeats passed before I realized Austin was still lax beside me. He hadn’t tensed up. I snuggled into his armpit and risked a glance at his face.

  His face was blank, and I might’ve guessed that he was asleep but for the flaring of his nostrils. He might be mostly relaxed but that little tell outed him.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered then bit my bottom lip.

  “I’m lying on the floor—naked—and holding the hottest fucking chick in the world. The last goddamn thing I want right now is to talk about him.”

  The irritation on his face had me flinching.

  “Right. Sorry.” I shrank away from him. All my wonderful post-multi-orgasmic endorphins were gone. Now I was back to being a mess of insecurities, and I kicked myself for ruining what had been an amazing late-morning quickie. I just wanted to find my clothes and a nice corner to hide in. I curled into a sitting position so I could get the hell out of there when Austin’s hand on my shoulder stopped me.

  “No, I’m sorry. I just… Like I said, my dad is the biggest asshole on the planet, and I don’t want anything about him to touch you.”

  I shrugged his hand off me and crossed my a
rms over my chest, uncomfortable with my nudity despite all we’d just shared. “No, sure. It’s fine. I’m just gonna get dressed and maybe make some lunch. You want anything?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  I wasn’t really listening. I was too busy curling into myself and frantically scanning the room for my clothes. They were so far away! I jumped when Austin settled his hands on my shoulders again and turned me toward him, leaving me nowhere to hide.

  “I want you to relax again. And I really don’t want to see that expression on your face.” Austin’s own expression was earnest as he stared into my eyes. “Where’d that confident, sexy-as-hell woman from a few minutes disappear to?”

  “I don’t know how to do this, okay? I’ve only ever had sex with guys I’m in a relationship with. Both times. That’s my number by the way. Two. Well, technically three now, if I include you.”

  “Please do,” he drawled and sprawled back with a shit-eating grin and his hands laced behind his head.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  He shrugged. “It’s just cute.”

  “What is?”

  “You.” He reached up with one hand and pulled me back down onto his chest before I could process what he’d said.

  “I’m a ball of neuroses. What about any of that is cute?” Despite my words I cuddled into his body heat and enjoyed the feeling of his hard body beneath me and his arm around me. “Or are you referring to my lack of experience? Because that’s kinda patronizing and disgusting.”

  “You are so fucking determined to twist anything I say so you can put some distance between us, aren’t you? We just had fantastic sex—you had how many orgasms?—and five minutes later you’re wound up tighter than a sexually-repressed church mouse. You gotta learn to relax. Enjoy the moment. Just fucking be.”

  “Are you sure you build motorcycles for a living? You kinda sound like a beach bum.”