Arms roped with veins, beaded with rivulets of water, squeezed her. Their mouths gasped for air between kissing and sucking on earlobes, collarbones, and the ink infusing his flesh. If she tried hard enough, she might devour his heartbeat, she was so ready to please him. Abs chiseled out of marble dropped into a lower midsection ripped enough to make her come just from looking at him.
She loved the feel of his large hands cupping her ass, pulling her up so she had to stand on her tippy toes. He nearly lifted her, lining up the head of his thick cock with the mound of her pussy and grinding against her there. Her folds dripped with juices down her inner thighs. She didn’t want the water to wash it away, so he could fully experience how much she wanted him. She wanted to become one with him, meld into him—her body ached from how badly she needed Gabe, had needed him for some time now.
She was proud of how resilient she’d been in resisting him, but it’d also been foolish. Humans needed touch, passion, and there was no one she’d rather experience that with than Gabe.
She dropped kisses down his chest, following the center line of his stomach as his hands caressed her hair, lifted it, and twisted it into a ponytail. Zoe sank into a squat and opened her legs, facing the part of him she’d fantasized about for weeks now, taking his fully erect cock into both hands. Even with ten fingers wrapped around him, she couldn’t cover every square inch. She took a moment to ponder how she would even get him into her mouth. She couldn’t wait to feel his velvety smoothness slipping between her lips.
Admiring his shape, she cupped his balls, heavy in her hand, and stroked his shaft, using some of the soap still on him. His cock was so fucking big, she felt like she was stroking a barber shop pole. She stroked and stroked, keeping her lips just a few inches away with her tongue poised right on the edge, just to tease him. Opening her legs wider, she gave him a teasing glance upwards.
For a moment, seeing his face, the implications of what they were doing, how it might change their relationship, nagged at her, but she set them aside. Stop the worrying. She wanted to feel alive for once. She wanted to give herself permission. And if that meant pushing Gabe’s cock into her mouth as far as it would go, so be it. She lowered herself a bit more, tilted her head to one side, and took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, licking and tasting his warm skin on her tongue. She slurped them over and over, both for his benefit, because she knew he’d love it, but for herself, too.
Finally, sliding his thickness into her mouth, her lips stretched to accommodate him, she gazed up at that beautiful face of his.
He groaned, tossing his head back, as she took him in.
* * *
Zoe Reynolds, trainer extraordinaire, began sucking his cock.
She slurped on it without a care, without realizing or giving a shit that a line of drool formed at her mouth after a minute of working his cock to make it fit. It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen in his life, this angel face with a devil’s mouth salivating while hungrily eating his cock. Her perky tits bounced side to side as she sucked, her body swaying back and forth. Gabe did what he could to reach them, pinched her nipples, then went back to grabbing her hair and guiding her along his cock.
It had been a fucking long time.
Yes, he’d held out for her and didn’t care if anyone found out and judged him for it. Any other man would’ve done the same to see those emerald eyes and baby face looking up at him. She swallowed him with gusto, forced his cockhead to touch the back of her throat, and gagged dramatically before pulling him out with a teary-eyed gasp.
Fucking beautiful.
Besides sucking him off, her fingers dipped down and began touching herself too. Because this whole experience couldn’t have gotten any sexier. First she’d wandered in here completely naked looking like a younger, brunette version of the nude woman from the bathroom scene in The Shining, a surprisingly sexy part of the movie in an otherwise creepy setting. Second, Zoe had then dropped down to order his sausage after a dry spell of going vegan, and now, on top of it all, she was getting herself off.
What the fuck—this woman was a goddess.
He wanted her. Wanted her every day and every night if it would always be this way.
Why had they denied themselves for so long?
Right, because he was her client and she wanted to keep things professional. But more importantly, because they’d both wanted to prevent hurt in the future. Pain. That thing that happened when people decided they were done with you. Gabe knew the feeling all too well, so he told himself not to get his hopes up after this night. She might not want more than this, though he hoped that wasn’t the case.
“Come here, stand up,” he told her, lifting her to her feet by the elbows.
He had to see her from behind. That perfect peach ass had haunted his dreams. He turned her around and gave her cheeks a smack, watching her skin turn pink before spanking her again. She squealed with delight. He’d never seen an ass bounce like that in his life. She pushed her ass against him, wanting more, so he gave her more.
Gabe took advantage of the position and ran his cock up and down her wet slit, pushing his head just slightly into her before pulling out again. Wrapping his hands around her frame, he squeezed her tits hard, heard her moan, and did it again. He pinched her nipples and then slapped them from the sides. Her perfect, toned body that wiggled just enough and bounced back into place was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He couldn’t imagine her as the chubby little girl she’d told him about, but he would’ve been fine with her body any type, any way. As long as it was still Zoe.
With her ass high in the air, she took a hold of his cock and placed the head right at the entrance to her pulsing cunt, pressing back against him, sliding herself up and down his aching solid shaft. Gabe’s eyes nearly rolled right the fuck out of his head. She felt so good and tight, so surreally sweet, going in, he wondered if he’d passed heaven and gone straight to a newly undiscovered paradise. With her slick sheath coating him, she ground herself onto him, corkscrewing her ass to fit as much of him as she could into her.
Wait, into her. She was shoving him into her bareback.
As much as it killed him, he pressed against her hip and gritted out. “Shit, Zoe, I’m sorry. I’m not wearing protection.”
Zoe glanced at him over her shoulder. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill,” she said. “You?”
“I’m clean,” he said.
She licked her lips and pushed her hips back. “Then fuck me, Gabe. Please. I need you so bad.”
Hearing Zoe beg and admit how much she needed him snapped the final threads of his control. Holding her hips with both hands, he did what he’d been waiting to do for a long time now and rammed himself into her for the first time. Because, finally. Because, holy shit. Because he was buried deep inside that sweet pussy, fucking her harder with each thrust, building the pressure between his legs to a higher pitch. Her fingers worked herself while he fucked her, as warm water ran down her back, between her ass cheeks, right onto his cock and his balls. He reached around to help her build her own pressure, digging his fingers into hers, creating that double effort.
He fucked her for all those times they’d gotten too close during workouts, for all those times when he had to move past her without touching her.
With one hand on her waist and the other alternating between her tits and her clit, he began to lose his coordination once he reached that last level when appearances and rhythm no longer mattered. All that mattered was reaching that mind-shattering state where multiple colors coalesced into one blinding white light, and he could claim her as his, if only for a moment.
But he would take that moment and make it count.
“You’re mine, peach,” he grunted into her ear.
Of course she didn’t belong to him, and yet she did, because they weren’t in the real world. They were caught together timelessly as one unified being right now. He imagined that she did belong to him, and as she cried out, squeeze
d her legs and screamed into the shower tiles, Gabe gave her a few more thrusts and let himself go, too.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he told her. “You love this, don’t you?”
She nodded, small hands reaching back to grip his hair.
With his final thrust, he gave her every inch of himself and every bit of his soul, too. He let her have everything. They moaned together, locked in a frozen pose, each trying to make the other’s climax last a bit longer. Finally, they collapsed onto the warm tile floor, resting up against the tiles. He held her between his legs in a bear hug from behind, his head on her shoulder, and her chin thrown back.
“What the fuck…” he muttered.
“Your fault.”
“How was it my fault?” he said, kissing her cheek. “You’re the seductress who came in here when I least expected it.”
“Because you’re too damn sexy,” she replied.
He smiled into her wet hair and held her for a long time. Then he cupped her jaw and gently turned her head until she was looking at him.
“Zoe, you said you don’t do casual sex, and I want you to know, that’s not what this was. I don’t want this to be our only time together, Zoe. I don’t want you to stop training me. I don’t want to be just your client. I want us to be together for real. I don’t know what that means exactly because I can’t make any promises about the future but —”
Surprise had widened Zoe’s eyes, but she smiled and covered his mouth with her fingertips. “We don’t have to worry about labels. Trainer. Client. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. We’re just a man and woman, and I want to be together, too, Gabe. For however long it lasts, we’ll figure it out.”
Gabe frowned slightly, still hesitant, still afraid he was being unfair and might unintentionally hurt her. Then again, maybe he’d be the one that would be hurt, because the words she’d spoken—however long it lasts—meant that just like him, Zoe wasn’t sure whether they’d be together for the long term either. Was that really any way to start things between them?
Maybe not, but he just wasn’t willing to give up any amount of time he could have with Zoe like this. Which basically meant, he was in this, no matter what the future brought. She was worth the risk.
Gabe shifted their bodies until Zoe was facing him, straddling his lap.
“You really mean that? You’re okay just seeing where this goes?”
“Absolutely,” Zoe said. “In fact, let’s shake on it.”
She held out her hand, and Gabe eyed it with a growing smirk. "Can I shake your boob instead?"
"Huh?"
Zoe yelped when Gabe leaned forward and sucked her tit into his mouth. She giggled as he gently lowered her to the floor.
"Does this mean we have a deal?" Zoe asked, stifling a moan as her fingers raked through Gabe's still wet hair.
Gabe mumbled a 'emhmm' against her naked breast and proceeded to show her why he was going to be the best damn deal she ever made.
Chapter 15
A month after Zoe surprised Gabe in the shower, they were sitting in Pete’s again. Their six-week commitment had officially come and gone, and now Gabe and Zoe were working together indefinitely. It hadn’t taken long before his indecision about where their relationship might lead them was officially a thing of the past. Far from being a hindrance to his football career, Zoe just continued to help him be the best he could be. As far as he was concerned, he couldn’t see that ending any time soon, and the same went for their personal relationship.
They went to Pete’s often, just to eat, sink back a few beers, and catch up with her brother and Murph. Turned out the reason Murph had been MIA all summer was because she’d found herself a hot accountant and had been spending lots of time with him.
“It’s been great,” she told Gabe and Zoe. Gabe listened with a good degree of wariness because he knew the more beer she had, the more details she’d give, which Gabe wasn’t sure he wanted to hear. “We fuck pretty much twice a day, and he’s totally into butt stuff, which is cool, you know, considering most men aren’t. I’m talking about him, by the way, not me.”
“God, why am I hearing this?” Gabe covered his eyes, tried to unsee the image of Murph doing “butt stuff” to her new beau, who thank GOD he hadn’t met yet, or else he’d never see him the same way again.
“Wait,” Zoe interjected, “so you mean he’s the one into…you know…” She widened her eyes and Gabe had to laugh. Zoe was no angel. The woman liked it hard and rough, a fact which belied her innocent appearance and totally made her an awesome match for him.
Murph shrugged. “Yeah, it’s no big deal. A lot of guys like to be tied—”
“What the fuck? I am not hearing this,” Gabe said, dropping his forehead onto Zoe’s shoulder.
Zoe laughed and patted his back. “What’s wrong? A lot of guys like to be dominated. With the right woman.”
“Is Zoe the right woman, Gabe?” Murph taunted.
“Jesus, this only gets worse.” He shook his head.
Zoe’s quick exchange of glances with his sister did not go unnoticed. They were fucking with him hugely, and Gabe was secretly happy they were getting along so well. It was a relief not to have to keep his feelings for her hidden. Though they hadn’t appeared as a couple in any press events, they weren’t shy about showing affection at places like Pete’s. Once the media found out about them, they’d probably make a bigger deal about her being the daughter of Kip Reynolds than about the Bootleggers’ new wide receiver being in a relationship.
“Anyway, it’s a very healthy sexual relationship, but I’m not sure if it’s anything else,” Murph said with just the smallest hint of sadness. Gabe watched his sister take a silent sip of beer. Even though Murph had always been open about her relationships, having multiple partners, and never allowing anyone to shame her for it, he wondered if maybe she wasn’t ready for something more. Something meaningful.
As Zoe and Murph went on to talk about other things, Gabe watched Zoe, pretending to be listening to the conversation but contemplating just how far he and Zoe had come in their relationship. They spent most of their time together but didn’t mind giving each other space either. They had fun together, enjoyed just talking, and the sex was out of this world. However, Zoe still had moments of sadness that she didn’t open up to him about, and she still hadn’t introduced him to her father yet, and Gabe had figured out weeks ago that the two things were probably related.
He’d tried harder to get her to open up, but when he did, she’d pull away, and the last thing he wanted was Zoe pulling away. He’d tried talking to Pete, too, but Zoe’s brother had been having none of it. Finally, Gabe had tried Googling Kip Reynolds, but had found nothing on the internet that was troubling or gave any hint at why her father might be responsible for Zoe’s periodic bouts of sadness.
Gabe didn’t like it. It made him want to punch a hole in the wall when Zoe was unhappy and his hands were tied to do anything about it, especially because she was the one tying his hands, refusing to open up to him. But he told himself that their relationship was new. They’d only known each other for two months now.
He needed to be patient. Live in the moment.
And hope that Zoe trusted in him enough to let him fully in sometime soon.
* * *
Gabe didn’t know what movie was on, and he didn’t care. All he cared about was that Zoe’s sexy shape was backlit by the onscreen colors as she straddled him on the couch. This had become a regular thing between them, having a drink at Pete’s, then coming home, putting on a movie and watching it for about ten minutes before attacking each other.
Her breaths came short and staccato, as she rode his cock, grinding her soaking wet pussy onto him. With her tits pressed into his face, and her little puffy nipples grazing his cheeks, he nearly gave up the ghost and came inside her after only a few minutes. A miracle considering that alcohol usually delayed his performance, but Zoe was just incredibly sexy. His hands gripped her perfect ass, encouraging her to keep bo
uncing over him.
When it took her a little longer to come, he tapped her back. “Turn around for me,” he said. She licked her lips, dismounted, then resumed her straddle with her back facing him.
“I wanted to watch you, not the movie,” she laughed.
“And I want to watch this juicy peach.” He slapped her ass a few times, was rewarded with her grinding on him a little faster, sweet moans, and her leaning down to grip the coffee table. Her ass splayed out for him to marvel at, and maybe it was the conversation they’d had with Murph earlier about “butt stuff,” but he lightly ran his thumb over her anus and watched closely for her reaction.
She groaned into her arm then fucked him harder and faster, muttering things he couldn’t decipher, but in the month’s time since they’d first had sex, he’d learned a lot of them by heart: fuck yes, fuck me harder, love it, fill me, fill me with your big cock, and this one surprised him the most—fuck my ass harder.
Now…he hadn’t fucked her ass at all in the time they’d been having sex. Yes, he’d done it a few dozen times in his fantasies considering the backside she’d been blessed with (and taken care of through plenty of squats), but something about pounding her from behind brought out the idea that he was pumping her ass full of cock. He’d taken this as a good sign for anal play and intercourse in the future, hopefully, if she was open to it and not just muttering sexy things to make herself come.
And she certainly seemed to be open to it because when he slid the tip of his finger inside her ass, she came, her pussy quivering and gripping him hard. Her high pitched cries of release filled the vaulted ceiling, and he could see her knuckles whiten as she gripped the coffee table. In that moment, he imagined he was fucking her in the ass for real, and he came, too, shooting his cum into her with incredible force.
Something about this orgasm shook him to his core. It was the perfection of the evening—going out for drinks with Zoe, having fun (albeit mortifying conversations with his sister, someone he cared about), having sex with an amazing woman who cared about him, and the fact that he no longer thought of the Noise or his trade to Savannah as a tragic event.
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