Jessi’s heart started to break right then and there. She knew this would hurt later, but right now she didn’t care. “So are you,” she whispered.
“FYI, your tank top doesn’t do anything to hide your nipples.”
She looked down. Well, hell. There they were, telling on her. The two tiny dark buds were pushing hard against the white fabric. They were also shamelessly pointing straight toward Dalton. He, in turn, was staring straight at them. Jessi laughed. God, he always knew how to ease the tension.
“Are you ever serious?” she asked him, a little crossly. “Outside of coaching, I mean.”
“Nope. Not usually.”
“Well, the shirt is white and it’s wet. Not much I can do about it,” she huffed in an effort to assume some self-dignity.
“Baby, I’ve been staring at your nipples since you came out of the locker room. You really need to wear a bra with that thing.”
He laughed as she tried to smack him, grabbing her wrist and bringing her down to him.
“You’re sure?” he asked her as he rolled her over.
He was clearly no longer talking about her tank top. The question was tender. It might have brought tears to her eyes if she had been that kind of girl. Instead, she gave him a quiet “Yes,” and lifted her head to kiss him.
Jessi was sure. She wanted this with almost the same passion that she’d felt for him when she was a teenager, but now with a tamer—and safer—matured longing. Unlike the last time she found herself in a compromising position with this man, she had some control over the situation.
Dalton reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet. He looked down at her sheepishly. “Just so you know. There are two condoms in there. I always carry one, so don’t give me shit. I also happened to have one in the glove compartment, so I grabbed that too.” He shrugged. “Call me optimistic.”
Jessi laughed. “I think I’ll forgive you for being promiscuous, just this once.”
Dalton put the condoms on the side table and bent his head back to meet her lips. It appeared that her needs were going to be considered as part of the evening’s festivities. That added a significant amount of justification to her decision to sleep with him. She hadn’t had the string of lovers that Dalton had, but she’d been with enough men to know the difference between men who gave and received and those who didn’t. There was also something forbidden about having sex with Dalton that added to the temptation. She was his swimmer and he could very well be fired for sleeping with her.
Jessi’s apprehension over the possibility of Dalton being fired was quickly snuffed out as he lifted his hand up to cup her cheek, because really, how sweet was that? He brought his thumb down to capture her jaw, opening her mouth wider to accommodate his tongue. As he took control of the kiss, it quickly turned from one that served the purpose of acquainting them to each other’s bodies, to a kiss that was rough, demanding, and so, so exciting. Jessi felt butterflies in her stomach as Dalton’s other hand slowly skimmed down her side. He grabbed her butt and pulled her hips closer to him, hitching her up to fit nicely against his cock. She gasped.
“Are you aware that you’re, um, rather large?” Jessi asked dubiously. Dalton was wearing jeans, but they didn’t provide much constraint for what she already knew to be an impressive package.
Dalton chuckled low in his throat, as he started kissing the side of her neck. “Nah,” he said, lifting his lips just a little so that she could feel his breath tickle her neck. “You’re just used to that little French asshole’s tiny prick.”
Jessi gave him a playful punch on the arm. He grabbed her hand and slowly lifted it above her head, leaving her in a very vulnerable position. Dalton looked down at her.
“God, I wish you were naked. You look very beautiful like this,” he whispered.
“Well, let’s take care of that then,” Jessi replied.
“Yes, ma’am.” He let go of her hand and proceeded to lift her tank top up over her head, trying to avoid pulling her hair. At some point in their urgency to undress each other, her bun had fallen out. Her hair had begun to dry, and her curls were making their presence known in a rather bold and unruly fashion.
As the shirt cleared the frizzy mess, Dalton’s lips immediately came down to grab her nipple, swirling over it with his tongue. He took little nips here and there that hurt just right. Jessi moaned in pleasure, and he found her other hand, once again lifting it over her head to make her more available to his attentions. At the same time, he rocked his hips into the V of her legs, hitting her clit with pleasurable friction.
“Oh, God. Dalton, don’t stop,” Jessi moaned, lifting her hips up to meet his in a slow rhythm.
“So, you’re a talker, huh?” Dalton teased. He kissed her a little more before he continued. “I know I already said it, and as much as it kills me to say it again, you’re gonna have to be quiet for this, baby.” At just that moment, the tiny single bed squeaked, then squeaked again in a damningly rhythmic pace that wouldn’t take anyone listening long to figure out.
“Come here,” Dalton whispered. He picked her up effortlessly and laid her gently on the fluffy rug in the middle of the floor.
She’d laid it out when she’d arrived, having long experience of living in cheaply carpeted dorm rooms. It didn’t provide much padding from the cold, hard floor beneath them, but it offered far more room to maneuver than the squeaky little bed.
Dalton immediately put the extra room to good use. He pulled off her yoga pants, underwear and all, and swiftly inserted two thick fingers into her hot core. Jessi cried out in pleasure. Dalton swallowed the noise with a deep kiss. He started shucking his jeans one-handed as the thumb of his other hand came to rest on her clit. Jessi lost all sense of dignity and rocked hard against his hand, moving faster and harder to achieve the amount of friction she needed. Dalton was a quick study. He adjusted the pressure and the tempo to match her rhythm, driving Jessi higher and higher toward climax.
“God, you are beautiful,” he murmured. She didn’t know how that could be true, considering that at the moment she was panting uncontrollably, her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth hung open in a wordless quest for the pleasure she was building up to. She bucked her hips harder and whispered, “Dalton...”
He chuckled, and suddenly his hand was gone. She cried out in frustration, only to have the cry turn into a very pleased moan as Dalton’s lips found her wet, aching core. He inserted his fingers just the tiniest bit inside her and hooked them up, finding that little spot inside her that made her quiver. His tongue unerringly found her clit, and he licked and sucked until Jessi came, hard, fast, and wet. She lay panting as Dalton rose above her.
“That, Jessi Pruitt, was the sexist damn thing I’ve ever seen.” Dalton grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and inserted his thick, hard cock into her well-lubricated body. “Oh, fuck, Jess. Baby, you are so goddamn ready.” He bent his head to take her lips in his and started rocking against her in slow but strong, hard thrusts.
Dalton was losing control fast. She was hot, wet, and tight. Whoever she’d been sleeping with before, she hadn’t been with him in a long time. The thought gave him a ridiculous amount of satisfaction.
He continued to pump into her, his thrusts becoming more and more disjointed as her quiet little moans and breathless pants started to come faster and faster. She felt so fucking good. He’d never felt anything this good in his life.
Jessi’s hot little body began to clamp down on him, milking him to a mind-blowing orgasm. His hips bucked as he came hard. Panting, he looked down at her lying beneath him, her long, lean body stretched out and open for him. Dalton was moved beyond words.
He came to rest over her and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
“Careful, you’re going to get messy,” Jessi whispered as she smoothed back a curl that had fallen over his eye.
“What, our sweat?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I’m not too worried,” he whispered back. “I’m a little surpr
ised you are.”
“I don’t really have sex all that often, Dalton. It’s a miracle I had it with you.”
“Yeah, well, you were calling me God, so maybe miracles do happen...”
Jessi hit him on the chest, her cheeks crimson in embarrassment. “I did not!”
Dalton chuckled. “Yeah, but you were thinking it.”
“Shut up!” she whined.
“You look adorable when you blush.” He smiled down at her. “We probably shouldn’t have done that, but I can’t say that I’m sorry.”
Jessi smiled back. “Yeah, me neither. I’ve never had sex with a man slut before,” she teased. “This is a novel experience.”
“Man slut? That’s just awful,” he said as he tickled her ribs. He loved that this fun, silly, woman could joke with him after sex.
She laughed as she desperately tried to wiggle away. “Stop!” she squealed.
Dalton brought his lips down to hers. “Shh,” he whispered when he let them go.
As she calmed down, Jessi reached up again to smooth back another curl that had fallen in his eye.
“You look sexy with your hair hanging in your eyes,” she said. “But right now, I really want to see them.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“They look sleepy, satisfied, and content. I never see you look that way.”
“Well, you just made me those things, so look your fill.”
“Kinda nice not having me drive you crazy?”
“Oh, you’re driving me crazy, but I’m willing to overlook it right now.”
“So, where do we stand?” she asked, perusing his face for any more deviant curls.
Using one hand, he titled up her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “That was bound to happen. The question now is, when will it happen next?”
“What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?” she inquired saucily. “That’s a lot of confidence on your part, don’t you think?”
“Jessi, you know damn well there is going to be a next time.” He kissed her neck. “The question is, will it be here, while we’re working together, or will we wait until you’ve won gold and we can look at this thing between us with a clear set of eyes?”
“Dalton, when have we ever done anything that makes a bit of sense together?”
“An excellent point, Jessi Pruitt. Does that mean you’re agreeing to have sex with me while we’re here?”
“I don’t see any point in suggesting otherwise. We said we weren’t going to start anything after that kiss. That clearly didn’t happen. It might not be wise, but I don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
“That is the best fucking news.” He started to kiss her again, and his hand started making exploratory attempts at grabbing her boobs.
“Right now?” she asked in extreme disbelief.
Dalton chuckled. “Maybe not right this second, but I think we’d better start thinking about that second condom.”
“Never send a man to do a woman’s job,” Jessi said as she stretched to reach the drawer of the nightstand. She searched around a bit before her hand settled on a box. She grabbed the blue box of condoms and put them in front of his face, then raised her eyebrows in smug satisfaction.
Dalton raised one back at her. “In the habit of showing up prepared, are you?”
“They’re part of my travel case,” she said shyly, losing a bit of her cockiness as he stared at her. Then she rallied. “It’s a full pack. Bet you don’t have that on you, do you?”
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, Ms. Pruitt?” Dalton smiled down at her, enjoying their banter almost as much as he had the sex.
“Yes, I am. You finally ready?”
He growled and grabbed her to him. Hell yes, he was.
Chapter 15
Dalton groaned quietly. He glanced down to make sure he hadn’t woken Jessi, then rolled over with exhaustion. Half his back was no longer on the rug. He had burns from the carpet beneath, but he didn’t care. The floor was cool and felt good on his strained muscles.
They’d fallen asleep after that second time, wrapped up in each other. He’d grabbed a blanket from the bed and covered them. At some point, Jessi must have rolled away from him, taking the blankets with her. He’d woken up cold and lonely, looking over to see the woman he was supposed to be sleeping next to wrapped up snugly in the blanket he’d provided for her.
So she was greedy, a talker, and a blanket stealer... Well. He’d teach her to mess with a cold, grumpy man.
Dalton grabbed the blanket, which was wrapped around her in a cocoon-like fashion, and pulled. Hard. This had the unexpected but pleasant surprise of landing Jessi on top of him. She woke up with a start, but to his immense surprise and satisfaction, rebounded quickly.
Without any words, Jessi reached for a condom and rolled it on him. Then she sleepily straddled him and proceeded to ride him slowly and sweetly. He watched as she took care of her own needs. It was a beautiful sight. As she got closer to her climax, she started to ride him harder and faster.
Toward the end of the race, he flipped her over and pounded into her, coming hard. She screamed out in ecstasy with him, requiring him to cover her mouth in case the swimmer next door could hear her. As he came down from his orgasm, he thought about which swimmer that might be, but came up with nothing. In any case, they needed to find somewhere else to do this. God knew where, but Dalton was damn sure he’d think of something.
Jessi snuggled into him, drawing lazy circles up and down his side. “What are you thinking about?” Jessi asked quietly.
“Where we can do this next,” he replied honestly.
She stifled a laugh. “We’re going to have to be creative. You can come up here justifiably now and then, but if it’s too much, people are going to start to talk. I certainly can’t be on the coaches’ wing...” She left the sentence trailing as she tried to come up with something more accommodating than the floor of her room.
Dalton drew a breath and hitched himself up on his elbow. They could think about logistics later. Right now he wanted to look at her.
Jessi was lying on the rug, eyes sleepy and satisfied. She smiled sweetly at him. She’d tucked the blanket around her chest after they’d finished. He wasn’t having any of that. “Take the blanket down. I want to look at you.”
“No.” Jessi giggled as he struggled to pull the blanket out from under her arms. He finally resorted to tickling her again to get his way. “Knock it off, Dalton!” She laughed, but relinquished the blanket.
Dalton laid there staring down at her, blue eyes gone tranquil and assessing. She began to feel shy, which was silly given what they’d just done...repeatedly. Jessi forced herself to remain still, but finally blurted out, “Will you say something?”
“You have no patience, you know that?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was just enjoying the view,” he said, then cleared his throat. “I know I’ve said it before, but I’m really sorry for what I did in Brazil. The kiss, I mean...and then the balcony thing...I was an ass. I’m sorry.”
He smiled, but Jessi could tell he was still troubled by their time in Brazil.
“Please don’t think about that anymore,” she said, quietly tracing a wide circle around his nipple. “It’s in the past. More so now that we’ve done this, which, of course, will have its own set of consequences.” She placed a kiss on his chest. He was beautifully made: long, lean muscle filling out a tall swimmer’s body. She used her perusal of his physique as a means to change the subject. It wasn’t the time for bad thoughts, and she didn’t want to think of what might happen later.
“So, you obviously still work out. Do you just swim, or are you doing other training?”
He paused before answering, but finally went along with the change of subject. “I swim. A lot. It’s not as pretty as it used to be, but I still do okay in the water. I lift too, of course. I guess I run a little, but I prefer to get my cardio in the pool.”
“When do you
swim here? I haven’t seen you in the pool.” That was something she would truly enjoy watching. He was a beautiful swimmer, surgery notwithstanding. His strokes were long, clean, and smooth.
“Sawyer and I work out in the mornings before you all get down to the pool.”
“That’s got to be at like, four-thirty in the morning!” Morning person or not, Jessi hated getting up for practice. She couldn’t imagine getting up any earlier than she already did.
“More like five, but yeah, it still sucks. That’s why you guys work with the assistant coaches early in the morning. The schedule varies, but we try to lift while you guys eat breakfast, use the time to plan out the day, and then...well, you know the rest.”
She could imagine the two of them working out side by side. That had to be a thing of beauty. They both stood somewhere around six feet, four inches. Height was a plus in swimming. The simple fact was that taller people needed fewer strokes to get where they were going.
While Sawyer and Dalton were both fit, Dalton was bulkier. Sawyer’s body was more ripcord lean. The two body types had their advantages and disadvantages. Dalton’s bulkier form could pull more water, but his larger muscles also caused him to sink. He had to work harder to propel himself through the water than the leaner, less muscular Sawyer. Still, it was pretty much a wash as to who had the advantage. Speaking of which...
“Do you guys race?” She tried to keep the amusement out of her voice, but her lips twitched.
“Of course.”
“Who wins?” She wasn’t bothering to hide how funny she thought this was any longer.
Dalton glared down at her. “We swim in Lane 1 and Lane 10,” he grumbled.
Jessi burst out laughing. The two idiots were over thirty years old for Christ’s sake and still racing like they were twenty. They had literally separated themselves by the entire width of the pool, no doubt just to keep the peace. Jessi couldn’t help herself.
“Who benches more?”
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