by Zara Chase
Chapter Eleven
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You’re not.” Vasco shoved the pile of unpaid bills he and Ty took in turns to juggle with beneath a pile of brochures advertising the gym’s facilities. “In fact, I was about to come up and check on you.”
“You don’t need to do that. I know you’re busy. I can entertain myself.” She crossed her arms, her posture defensive. “I just wanted to ask if I could have a door card, so Marley and I can go out and explore.”
“Sure you can. Better yet, I’ll give you a guided tour.”
“I don’t want to tear you away.”
“Hey, if you keep pushing me away, I’m gonna start to feel unloved.”
He pulled a wounded face, causing Sorrel to laugh and her stance to loosen up. “We can’t have that now, can we? Where’s Ty, by the way?”
“He’s taken our boot camp group out for a jog.”
“Boot camp? That sounds scary.”
“It’s a two-week wake up call for people who need to get in shape and don’t get there through gym membership.”
“I qualify then.”
“No, darlin’, you do not.” He grasped her shoulders and pulled her against him for a richly deserved kiss. “When will you get it through your cute little head that we like you just the way you are? The only thing you need to do is tone up a little, and you will be sensational. But, we are not complaining about the way you look now, and we didn’t ask you to come here so we could change anything about you.”
“Someone might see us,” she said, pulling out of his arms.
“So what? I’m the boss. If I want to kiss the best-looking gal in the gym, that’s my prerogative.”
Her face flushed. “I’ll go grab my purse and Marley.”
“I’ll go for you, if you don’t want to tackle the stairs.”
“Vasco, if those seniors can do all those jumping jacks, I can run up a few stairs.” She grinned. “Well, walk up at a sedate pace, anyway. Honestly, those guys put me to shame.”
“They’re certainly lively,” Vasco agreed, sounding proud. “And we aim to keep them that way. It’ll extend their lives and give them quality time. Use it or lose it. No point getting old if you’re too infirm to enjoy your twilight years.”
“I guess not.”
Sorrel made her way back upstairs and returned a short time later with her purse over her shoulder and Marley tucked under her arm. She looked flushed out of breath. She joined Vasco just as the seniors were pouring out of the studio.
“Hey, Mrs. G. How was the class?” Vasco asked of the very glamorous lady who touched his arm. She wore full war paint and was dressed all in Lycra, complete with leg warmers and headband a la Jane Fonda. Vasco’s lips quirked. Only Mrs. G. could pull off a look that was thirty years out of date.
“Hard work as always.” Mrs. G. wiped non-existent perspiration from her wrinkled brow. “Jenner’s an even harder task master than you are, Vasco.”
“You lead that class?” Sorrel asked, sounding surprised.
“Whenever I can,” Vasco replied without hesitation. “It’s a lot of fun. Besides, I hear some of the rudest jokes in the universe from some of those older guys.”
“Just because we’re getting on a bit, doesn’t mean we don’t still know how to live.” Mrs. G. chuckled as she turned to Sorrel, smiled and tugged at Marley’s ears. “And who do we have here?” she asked.
“This is Sorrel, a friend of ours, and Marley. Sorrel, this is Mrs. Gladstone, the star of the seniors’ class.”
“Glad to meet you,” Sorrel said, shaking Mrs. Gladstone’s outstretched hand.
“And you, my dear.” She squinted myopically at Sorrel. “My, this is a pretty little thing you have here, Vasco. It’s about time you had some fun.”
“Oh, it’s not like that,” Sorrel blustered, blushing.
“Of course it is!”
“How the—”
“It shows in your eyes.” Mrs. G. laughed at Sorrel’s discomfort. “You look as though you’ve been lit up from within. I’m not so old that I don’t remember that feeling. And, let me tell you, if I was twenty…no, make that forty,” she said, wincing, “years younger, I’d give you a run for your money for this sexy hunk.”
“You’re incorrigible, Mrs. G.,” Vasco said, laughing.
“And arthritic, and crotchety, and…well, I won’t bore you young things with a list of my ailments.” She shooed them away. “Off you go, and have fun. Make sure you do everything I would have done at your age.”
Vasco winked at her. “Count on it, Mrs. G.”
“She seems nice,” Sorrel said, looking justifiably bemused.
“She is, but that was her on her best behavior, which means she likes you. Half the old guys in the class are interested in her. She strings them all along quite shamelessly. Whether she gives out, I couldn’t say, but it wouldn’t surprise me.”
Sorrel smiled. “Good for her.”
They reached the lower floor, which was busy with the early lunchtime crowd. Vasco felt Sorrel tense up, probably because practically every woman in the place was young, and doing skimpy Lycra justice. Vasco wanted to tell her they did nothing for him, but her neuroses about her appearance were too deeply ingrained for her to believe it. He and Ty had their work cut out for them. It didn’t help when one of the prettiest saw him, stopped leg-pressing and wafted up to him.
“Hey, Vasco. Where you been hiding?”
“How you doing, Sonia?”
“Still on for tonight?”
“Seven o’clock.”
Sonia glanced at Sorrel, appeared to dismiss her as being insignificant, and refocused a hungry gaze on Vasco. “I’ll be there.”
“You have a date tonight?” Sorrel asked as they moved toward the back door.
“Yeah, with a dozen women.”
“I beg your pardon.”
Vasco suppressed a grin. It was so easy to wind her up, but the devastation in her expression she was trying hard not to reveal prevented him from keeping up the tease. “I run a self-defense class for women,” he said. “Sonia attends.”
“Seniors, boot camp, self-defense,” she remarked, her expression clearing as Vasco swiped his card and held the rear door open for her. “You sure believe in diversifying.”
They walked outside and she put Marley down.
“This is your card,” he said, handing her the one he’d just used. “It works on the front door and this one.”
“Thanks.”
“And as for diversifying, we have to do whatever’s necessary to attract members. There is keen competition in this area and since we’re not in the best part of town, we have to try and be different.”
“Yes, I would imagine you do.”
“That’s why this particular boot camp course is so important. We have a local business sniffing around, looking for corporate membership of a local gym, and we won’t be their first choice. But one of the women on this course is PA to the guy who makes the decisions. If she sends back a good report, we just might persuade them to come to us, rather than one of the better-established joints.” Please God that we do.
She sent him a curious sideways glance. “Is it that important to you? You seem kinda tense about it.”
“Long day, plus a certain someone kept me up past my usual bedtime last time.”
Sorrel tossed her head. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“No, ma’am!” He grasped her arm. “Come on, I’ll show you the better parts of town.”
“Lead on. There’s a pier and a harbor, isn’t there?”
“Yep, right this way.”
They strolled for about half an hour, with Sorrel’s hand linked through his arm while Vasco pointed out the sights. There were a thousand and one other things he ought to be doing, but nowhere else he’d rather be. It felt a bit like playing hooky, but he figured he’d earned the right.
“How do you feel?” he asked. “I know you enjoyed yourself last n
ight—”
“That obvious, was it?” she asked with a self-deprecating little laugh.
“You’re very uninhibited when you have sex,” he said, lowering his voice to a seductive purr. “That’s a good thing. I just love those cute little mewling sounds you make just before you come.”
“I didn’t know I was…uninhibited, that is. You guys must take some of the credit for that. It was never that way with Jordi.”
Vasco screwed up his nose. “I hope we can service you better than that jerk.”
Sorrel laughed. “You make yourself sound like an auto mechanic.”
“Yeah.” He flashed a wicked smile. “And I promise to keep your motor running.”
She playfully thumped his bicep. “That is so cheesy.”
“But true,” he said with an unrepentant smile. “We have our reputations to maintain.”
Behave!”
“Not a chance. Speaking of which, Ty tells me you can make yourself come.” He sent her a smoldering grin. “I’d pay good money to see that.”
“For you, there’s no charge.”
“Why, thank you. But how did you discover you could do it?”
“Self-preservation.”
“Because the jerk left you unsatisfied?”
“Hmm, and you know what they say. The best orgasms a girl has are when she’s alone.” She glanced up at him. “Up until last night, I’d always thought that was true.”
“Shit, Sorrel, look what you’ve done to me.” He pointed down at the erection tenting his shorts. “Come and sit over here.” He directed them to a bench in a quiet part of the little park they’d been walking in. He took Marley from her, freeing her hands. “Do it for me now, darlin’. Rub those luscious thighs together and make yourself come.”
“What here, in the open?” She looked shocked. “Someone might see.”
“They might, which makes it all the more exciting. Come on, don’t make me ask you again,” he said, switching to Dom mode.
“All right, Sir, but I need to touch my tits.”
Vasco swallowed. “Go right ahead.”
She closed her eyes, threw her head back and rubbed her thighs together. A hand drifted beneath her T-shirt, obviously pinching a nipple through the fabric of her bra. Watching her, Vasco felt as though his entire body was about to implode. He had never seen a sexier sight in his entire, very extensive experience of the female species. A pretty girl giving herself pleasure in a public place was beyond erotic. His cock throbbed and he absently rubbed it as he watched her lift her pelvis from the bench, slowly at first, and then with increasing force.
“Fucking hell, Sorrel, this is one huge turn-on. I’ve never seen a woman do anything like it before. Keep going, baby. You are so fucking sensual, I think I might come in my pants just watching you.”
It was either his words or her imagination that spurred her on. At first she kept opening her eyes, making sure no one was watching. Now she was in the zone and didn’t appear to give a shit if the entire population of the city was looking on. Was she a girl after his own heart, or what? Thoughts of what the three of them could do together on some of the machines in the gym filtered through his brain, adding to the pain he was getting from his swollen cock.
“That’s it, darlin’.” He reached out and touched her other breast, pinching the nipple with considerable force. She gasped, her eyes flew open, the pupils hazy and dilated. Her pelvic movements gathered momentum, rocking the entire bench as she neared the end game. Vasco squeezed her tit harder still and she cried out loudly enough to frighten a flock of pigeons pecking at the grass near their feet into flight as she shuddered to a climax.
“Holy fuck!” Vasco said in an awed tone.
“How was that for you, Sir?” she asked, biting her lower lip and sending him a wicked grin.
“Sen-fucking-sensational, but look at the state of me.” He pointed again to his erection. “I have a class to lead in an hour. How the fuck am I supposed to do that with this baby bobbing about?”
“Want me to do something about that for you before then?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He grabbed her hand and all but dragged her back to the gym. “Come on!”
He took her up to the second floor and into his office, closing and locking the door behind him. Marley, presumably sensing their urgency and knowing their attention wasn’t for him, scuttled into a corner and curled in a ball with a martyred sigh.
“Take everything off, and lean over the desk,” he said curtly, clearing it of all papers with one sweep of his hand. “I’m gonna spank your butt for being such a tease.”
He picked up a ruler and flexed it against his palm while she stepped out of her clothes with indecent haste. He stripped off too, sighing with relief when his raging hard-on sprang free from his underwear, earning him some relief from the consistent throb. Shit, he needed to fuck her, and fuck her hard, he thought, watching as she got into position on the desk.
“Aw, sweet darlin’.” He ran a hand gently over her backside. “Your butt is the stuff of dreams. Will you let me spank you?”
“Yes, Sir. You need to. I was a real bad girl. I made myself come outside in the park where anyone might have seen.”
“You damned near made me come, too. I haven’t lost control like that since I was a horny teenager.”
He removed his hand and brought the ruler down over her ass quite hard, figuring she was turned on enough to withstand the pain. She whimpered, but held her position, so he repeated the punishment.
“Your ass is the cutest shade of pink,” he told her, having slapped it a half dozen times. “Now, I’m gonna take a little bite. Hold perfectly still, honey. Remember to breathe slowly and you’ll enjoy it.”
“I’m enjoying this already, Sir. I so love it when you get all masterful.”
“Get used to it, sugar. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
He sucked and then bit both buttocks, careful not to break the skin, sensing she was relaxed enough to feel the benefit. She cried out, which was unacceptable. He grabbed one of the small, flimsy towels he kept in the office for use when he was called from a class to take a call, and tied it around her mouth. Her eyes widened, but Vasco figured it was with excitement, not fear. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on, so ready to fuck a woman’s brains out. Not just any woman, he mentally corrected himself, but Sorrel. Only she could make him feel this way, and the intensity of those feelings scared him shitless, mainly because he didn’t know what to make of them.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered curtly.
She did as he asked, her juices flowing onto the surface of the desk. He’d punish her for that at a later time. God, he’d love to take her ass, but that was a work in progress to be tackled when they had more time to introduce her to that particular pleasure. Later tonight perhaps. It was probably too soon, but she had taken to everything they’d done to her so far, embracing the pain, with enthusiasm and excitement. Her body was designed for mortal sin, and who were he and Ty to deny her?
“Shit!” He was on the point of slamming into her from behind. “No condoms down here. Are you on the pill, darlin’? Can I come inside you? I’m clean. So is Ty. You won’t catch anything from either of us.”
She nodded, which was all the encouragement Vasco needed.
He stood behind her, between her splayed legs, and grabbed her hips to pull her closer. She was leaning on her elbows, her nipples rubbing against the surface of the desk, looking so damned adorable Vasco nearly lost his mind. He took one hand from her hips and grasped his cock, pushing the tip into her welcoming warmth and sliding all the way home with one smooth, fluid gyration of his hips. Vasco groaned with pleasure. She was so tight she was messing with his frigging mind, to say nothing of his control, but after what she’d just done for him in the park, he figured he was permitted to make this quick.
Without a rubber, the friction made by his cock against the sensitive walls of her pussy was the most intoxicatin
g torment. He closed his eyes and groaned. The little witch gurgled around her gag and then pushed back to encourage him deeper. Shit, but she was insatiable! He found it hard to believe that someone with her needs had survived for so long on a do-it-yourself basis. He didn’t count the jerk, who had clearly only thought about himself, the selfish bastard. Well, he and Ty would make it up to her, if she didn’t wear them out in the process—a very real possibility.
Vasco circled his hips and thrashed into her, figuring there were worse ways to die.
“That’s it, babe,” he said, grunting with the effort he put into it. “Now you’ve got all of my cock inside you and we’re really fucking.”
He set a punishing rhythm and she stayed with him every step of the way. Her pussy clenched around his length and her breathing fractured. Before he could forbid it, she exploded, her body rocked by a series of virulent tremors. Vasco continued to give her what she needed—hard, brutally, until the quivering receded. He tried to total up how many orgasms she’d had in the past less-than-twenty-four hours, but gave up. He had no way of knowing how often she’d done that thing with her thighs, but he did know he could improve on her self-induced variety of orgasm and picked up the pace again with that objective in mind.
“You liking this, darlin’? I know you can’t answer me, but shake your head if it gets too much for you.”
No shake, but a vigorous nod. Vasco chucked.
“That’s my good girl,” he said in a husky voice, straightening up so he could drive harder and deeper into her. “I can’t wait to see you taking my cock and Ty’s at the same time.” She shuddered. “Yeah, you like that idea, don’t you, sugar?” He leaned over and took a soft nip at her shoulder. “Two big cocks fucking you senseless is all you can think about. Well, you’re just gonna have to make the best of mine for now.” He felt his balls pull tighter. “Come on, honey, give it up for me. I want you to come now, and come hard. Can you do that for me?”
He reached for one of his tits and squeezed it brutally as he sheathed himself into her slick warmth. Her pussy clenched and she thrashed against him, setting him off. Vasco shot his load deep inside her, eyes closed, head thrown back, a soft growl rumbling in his throat as he eased his aching need for her.