Thrust

by Victoria Ashley

  “Fuck, your mouth tastes so good.” Leaning my head back, I moan as his lips run over the front of my neck as his hands tightly grip my ass. “I need to be inside you.”

  Setting me down to my feet, he yanks his shirt over his head before quickly grabbing my shirt and ripping it open. I stand here panting and soaking wet, as I watch the water fall down his face and slowly drip over his luscious lips.

  The muscles in his arms flex as he reaches for me again, slamming me up against the wall behind me. He moves with such intensity that I don’t know what to do, so I just stand here on shaky legs, waiting for him to take me.

  The bra is the next to go and he doesn’t waste any time before dropping to his knees in the water and tearing my black pants and panties down all in one pull.

  I hear a small growl deep in his chest as he looks up at me from the ground. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He spreads my legs before gripping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, sliding a finger up the crack of my ass. “I want to be sure to taste every last inch of this body before we’re through. I want to pleasure you in every fucking way possible.”

  He runs his tongue up my thigh, stopping just below my pussy. I bang my head against the wall, not wanting him to stop. I need this so bad right now. It’s been so damn long.

  I let out a moan as his thumb runs over my clit, causing my whole body to jerk under his touch. “I love seeing you squirm, Calla. Pleasuring you is all I want to do. I’m going to do things to you that no one else has.”

  Pulling away, he reaches into the changing section of the shower and sticks his hand into a black duffel bag, before pulling out a condom. Biting his bottom lip, he pulls his shorts down, stroking his hand over his thick erection, as he stands there now completely nude.

  Holy fuck! That looks like it hurts.

  I start to get nervous as he steps closer, stroking himself a few more times before ripping the wrapper open with his teeth and tossing it aside. “Turn around,” he demands. Without hesitation I turn around. “Bend over and place your hands on the mat.”

  Swallowing, I look down at the mat before bending forward and placing my hands in front of me. His hands grip my hips and lift until they align with his. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  I wrap my legs around his waist, holding myself off the ground with my hands, and squeeze when I feel his dick poking me. I’ve never had anyone put me in this position and I have to admit that it has me so turned on. It has my arms shaking, but I’m willing to hold on for as long as I can. He runs his hand over my ass in circles before gently slapping it. “So perfect.”

  Holding my balance, I suck in a deep breath and moan when I feel the tip of his dick enter me. “Mmm . . .” I grip onto the mat and whimper under my breath as he pushes it deeper, adjusting me to his size. After a few seconds he’s all the way in, and I have to admit that it hurts more than it ever has before with someone inside of me. Even though he’s not moving yet, just the thought of having him inside of me has me already beginning to clench.

  “You okay?” He asks. Hold on.”

  I nod my head once.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  He pulls out of me, and quickly thrusts back in, almost causing me to lose my balance, but I hold my arms steady, not wanting this to end too quickly. I want this. I want him in me.

  Both of his hands dig deeper into my hips as he continues in a steady rhythm, burying himself to the hilt with each thrust. We both moan out as he goes faster and harder, slapping the water between our bodies. It’s loud and hot; so damn hot.

  His hips sway and he grinds himself into me so good that my legs hurt from me squeezing him so tightly. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure just from a man being inside me. This feels so good that it’s almost unbearable. I want to scream, but I stop myself, afraid that if someone comes in that they’ll hear me.

  He pounds into me and stops. “Squeeze my dick with your tight little pussy, Calla.” He pulls out and thrusts back into me again. I scream out as my arms almost give out. “Fuck, you take my dick so good.”

  He lifts my legs higher and begins fucking me so fast that I lose my breath with each time that he slams into me. After a few seconds, I feel my orgasm starting to build and it’s so sensitive that I almost can’t take the buildup.

  “I’m coming, Kyan . . .” I squeeze the mat and cry out as he slams into me over and over again, giving me the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever had. “Holy shit! Oh God! Oh God!” He lifts me up during mid orgasm to give my arms a rest.

  “Fuck yes. Squeeze my cock, baby.” He waits for my body to stop clenching before he sets me back down and drops to his knees behind me. “You okay?”

  I nod my head as he turns me around so that I’m facing him. “Yes,” I say breathlessly. “So good.”

  “Good . . . because I’m not done.” He pulls me up to my feet and stands directly on the mat. “I need to come now.” Picking me up, he wraps my legs around his waist and grabs my ass with both hands.

  I throw my head back and moan as he lifts me and sets me down on his dick. Grabbing onto him for dear life, I bury my head in his neck and bite him as he pounds into me over and over again.

  He moans out and grips my waist tighter as he gets close to reaching his own orgasm. I’m surprised that just by knowing that he’s about to explode has me clenching around him once again.

  “Oh fuck!” I feel his dick throb inside me as my orgasm rolls through me for a second time. One of his arms wraps around my neck as we both breathe heavily, our bodies spent. His breath covers my lips and I feel him smile against me. “This is the best workout I’ve had, and I’ll definitely be wanting more sessions like this.”

  I smile before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting it. This causes his eyes to lock with mine, before he turns his gaze and carefully sets me down.

  We’re both standing here under the water for a few seconds before Kyan speaks, breaking the silence. “Why don’t you get dressed while I clean up and then I’ll follow you home? You did bring a change of clothes, right?”

  “Yeah,” I say softly. “Sounds good.”

  Kyan appears from the shower room about fifteen minutes later, dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray shirt.

  He smiles at me and grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”

  I ABOUT FELL OVER AND fainted when I watched Kyan mount his motorcycle when we left the gym. His sexiness level is now off the chart and I’m not sure how much more of it I can handle. I mean, a woman can only handle so much, right?

  I feel his hand rest on the bottom of my back as we enter the apartment building and walk toward the front desk.

  The blonde girl at the desk smiles at me and then looks to Kyan. “Hi, Mr. Wilder. You have some messages and a reminder from your brother that he’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

  Kyan reaches for the index cards as the girl hands them out for him. “Thank you, Ashley.” His hand goes lower, stopping on my ass and I have to fight the gasp that almost escapes my lips. “Anything else I should know?”

  Ashley nods toward me. “Would you like me to tell you at a different . . .”

  “She’s fine,” he says, cutting her off. “Tell me now.”

  She clears her throat and gives me a forced smile. “It looks like Ryder Owens is late on rent again this month and Mrs. Moore is going to pay tomorrow when her check comes in.”

  He grinds his jaw. “Tell Mrs. Moore not to worry. She can pay when she can, and I’ll deal with Ryder myself.”

  Kyan brings his hand back up to my lower back and gives a little pressure to let me know that he’s ready to start walking.

  I wait until we get in the elevator to ask him a pretty obvious question after the conversation I just witnessed a few minutes ago.

  “Do you own this place too?”

  “Yeah,” he says, still looking a little worked up about this Ryder guy. “I bought it from my father a few years ago and then opened the gym up with my brother.”

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bsp; “Wow!” I smile as the elevator dings. “Someone’s a pretty busy man.”

  He walks out onto the sixth floor and pulls me along beside him. “I’m a very busy man. Too busy sometimes.”

  Once we get in front of my door, he presses my back against it and rubs his thumb over my throat. His eyes meet mine. “I need you to promise that you’ll use protection with others. Every. Single. Time.”

  “I’ve always used protection. I’m safe when it comes to sex.”

  He gives me a satisfied nod. “Me too. Always.” His hand wraps in the back of my hair and his eyes lower to my lips. “Goodnight, Calla.” He leans in and kisses me on the side of the mouth. “I’ll text you later about our next session.”

  I swallow and nod my head. “Goodnight, Mr. Wilder.”

  He flashes me a sexy grin before taking off toward the elevator. I immediately unlock the door and push it open, disappearing inside.

  “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”

  I’ve been keeping that in for a while. I’m sore; so sore. All over. Especially between my legs, but I didn’t want him to know that he hurt me, because I don’t want him to take it easy on me next time. I want this just as much as him.

  Maybe even more . . .

  I STEP INTO THE ELEVATOR with Calla’s taste still tingling on my lips from the gym. I was so close to kissing her on the mouth when I said goodnight at her door that I had to stop myself before going through with it.

  Kissing isn’t something that I take lightly. I usually keep kissing in the bedroom to keep that safe line between dating and just having unattached sex, but her lips feel and taste so damn good that I’m so close to saying fuck it and blurring those lines.

  “Fuck!” I step out of the elevator and onto the tenth floor. My eyes wander down the hall to Hunter’s door before I shove my key into my lock and let myself inside.

  Hunter gets back tomorrow and finally I’ll have a little help around here. I’m so exhausted by the time I get home each night that thinking is physically painful, and I know for a fact now that since I’ve had sex with Calla I’m going to be doing a hell of a lot more thinking.

  Being inside her felt a lot better than I expected. I had to try my hardest not to come before I got her off first. I always get the woman off first, but with her I was almost selfish.

  I pick up my phone and think about sending her a text, but then toss it aside, deciding against it.

  Instead, I strip down to my boxers and go to bed, thinking about how and when I’m going to fuck Calla again.

  It definitely has to be soon . . .

  INSTEAD OF GOING TO BED I find myself behind the computer, pulling up photos of Kyan from the shoot on Monday. I’ve been so busy editing other photos that I haven’t had much time to go through the cover shoot and I need to have the edited pictures sent to Olivia in two days.

  With each picture that I click on, I find myself smiling at how well we worked as a team that day, and I guess maybe just a little at the way he made me ride his face. Okay, so a lot, a whole lot.

  Wedding photography is enjoyable, it’s what I’m used to, but this . . . this is a whole new level of fun. I can definitely see myself looking into doing more personal shoots, especially if it’s with Kyan.

  I turn my head to the side when I hear Tori come out of her room. She nods her head at the computer and walks to the kitchen. “Whatcha looking at?”

  I wait until she’s done pouring a glass of juice before answering her. “My photo shoot with Kyan.”

  Tori’s slippers rub against the wooden floor, bringing attention as she scurries my way. “Yes please. I need to see this.”

  I bring my hands up to cover her eyes as she bends down to get a look. “Yes please? I never asked you to come look.” I laugh as she slaps my hands away and looks down at the screen.

  “Oh damn!” She looks closer at the photo of Kyan under his sheets, looking up at me—the camera. “Did you photo shop this delicious man or was he just blessed with every good genes that God made?”

  Shaking my head, I laugh and click through a few more pictures, giving her a taste of what I’ve been tasting . . . literally. “No actually. This is my first time even looking through them. This is all him. Man meat all in his sexiness wonder.”

  She leans against the computer desk and sips her juice, keeping her eyes glued to the screen. “Well damn . . . this man could do anything that he wanted with my body. I’d pay him just to lick my big toe. No lie.”

  Without thinking, I say my thoughts aloud. “Well he’s definitely good with his tongue; so good.”

  I get shoved into the desk as she jumps up to her feet. “Oh my God! What did you just say?”

  “Nothing.” I lie. “I was just thinking.” I can’t hide the smirk that takes over my lips. Who would be able to?

  “Girl. If I was doing anything with a man this sexy, denying it would be the last thing I would be doing.” She slowly starts walking to her room. “You think about that and then tell me all the details in the morning. All the details. Every single one. I’m going to sleep. Brad wore me out and not in a good way.”

  I shut down my computer and think about what she just said. A huge smile takes over my face and I feel like a giddy kid. She’s right. I should be screaming from the rooftops right now. This is the best deal I’ve ever been hit with.

  I just had sex with the hottest guy to walk this planet, he gave me not one but two orgasms tonight, and I don’t plan on giving him up any time soon.

  My muffin has never been so happy . . .

  I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY editing wedding shoots with Tori while she continued to drive me bonkers and question my sanity. I’ll admit, the day actually went by surprisingly fast, but as soon as she took off with Brad for the night I knew that I needed to come downstairs for a drink or two. Anyone would need to after spending an entire day with her.

  I’ve been sitting here at the bar, talking to Dane for the last hour now. The guy works practically every night and apparently it’s by choice. He only takes one night off a week to spend with his family. He has a fiancé named Kylie and a three-year-old daughter named Melissa.

  Kyan promised him first pick of the schedule and hours each week before the other four bartenders, and although Kyan has offered him a raise so he can work fewer hours, Dane said that he wanted to be sure he earned that raise first. Kyan’s good to him and I can see just by talking to Dane how much that truly means to him. It shows how caring Kyan truly is.

  Dane gets pulled away from our chitchat once the bar starts to pick up, so I find myself sitting here alone, twirling my phone in my hand. With just one click of a finger and a short elevator ride, I could be upstairs in Kyan’s apartment, held up against one of his walls. I have to admit that the thought has crossed my mind many times today.

  My mind is tempting me. It’s very tempting, but the more that I think about it, the more I start to tell myself that this isn’t a relationship. I can’t just start calling and texting him anytime that I want. That scares guys away. I’ve learned that and I don’t want to do that with him. What happened in the gym last night was the best sex of my life, and there’s no way I’m screwing that up by getting any feelings involved. The more you call someone—see someone—fuck someone . . . the more you want them and lines get blurred. I’m not ready for that.

  I stiffen, with my straw between my lips, when I feel soft breathing close to my ear. My eyes close on instinct, waiting for a voice, and expecting it to be Kyan, but it’s not.

  “Someone fucked up by not calling you.” The voice is deep, but not as deep as Kyan’s, yet it sounds vaguely familiar.

  I let out a nervous laugh and stop myself from twirling my phone. “The type of relationship we have doesn’t require calling,” I admit.

  Setting my phone down, I turn around in my stool and bring my eyes up to see a very attractive man. At closer look, I realize that he also looks familiar.

  My heart does this crazy little twist and a small dance when I realize that it
’s Hunter. It’s been over five years since I have seen him and he looks even better than he did in high school. I had a huge and I do mean huge crush on him back in my senior year. I just never had the guts to approach him.

  “Hunter?” I ask with a smile.

  He tilts his head and gives me a closer look. “Well damn . . . Calla.” Smiling, he reaches for my hand and pulls me up to my feet. Surprising me, he wraps me in a hug before pulling away and looking me over. “You look really good. It’s been a long time.”

  I allow my eyes to linger over him, checking out his long, lean body dressed in a pair of old faded jeans and a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’s not muscular in a huge way, but more of in a toned way. It’s very sexy, and I have to admit I wouldn’t mind seeing that body without clothes on. I’ve imagined it plenty of times in the past. Bringing my eyes back up, I stop on his blue eyes and smile as he brings a hand up, running it through his smooth, brown hair.

  “You look really . . . hot.” I shake my head and laugh at my admission. “Sorry.” I hold up my drink. “I’ve been wanting to say that for a long time, and I guess this pretty purple drink helped with that.”

  He lets out a little chuckle before pulling out the stool next to me and taking a seat. His lips pull up into a cocky smile as he waves Dane over, while still watching me. “Hey, Dane. I’ll take one of what she’s having. Might as well just go ahead and make three now and save some time.”

  Dane leans over the bar giving us both a strange look. “Sure thing, Hunter.”

  “So . . .” He leans over and takes a sip of my drink, smiling when he’s done. “That’s actually not too bad. A little fruity, but you know . . . it works.”

  “Yeah,” I say. “Just a little bit, but fruity is what I asked for, so Dane is doing an awesome job. Plus, it’s kind of embarrassing sitting at the bar, getting drunk alone. I’m not prepared to be on the receiving end of laughter tonight.”