Quickly, I hung the ‘closed for cleaning’ sign on the door to the locker room, and went inside. I could hear the shower from the door. I saw Will’s workout clothes on the bench, and I stripped down, placing my clothes beside his. Naked, with nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I went into the showers.
Steam rose above him. He had one hand leaning on the wall, and the other, to my surprise, was moving along his cock. All I could see were the jerking movements of his hand as he worked himself. His back was to me, and his pale backside was exposed to me.
When he groaned, I decided I needed to make my move, otherwise he would be done, and I would be left hot and bothered. I dropped the towel outside the stall and quietly slid the curtain closed behind me. The sound of the shower and his distraction allowed me to enter unseen.
“I can help with that.”
“Leah.” His eyes traced over my body. Without another word, he held his hand out toward me, and I took it. He pulled me against his body, our flesh meeting for the first time. We were so close, water couldn’t find its way between us.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he said, even as his hands ran over me. His lips hovered over mine.
“Why?”
“It’s risky.”
“You work in corporate real estate law. You should be used to risk.”
“Yes, but you are a different type of risk entirely.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah. Is it worth it, Leah?”
“I guess there is only one way to find out.”
Chapter Ten
Will
She pulled my head down by my neck and kissed me. My body was flush against hers, my cock rock hard between us as the water cascaded down around us. Earlier, we were fully clothed, and I could barely keep my hands off her; like this, her body against mine, her breasts pillowed against my chest, stopping was the farthest thing from my mind, not until I was buried deep inside her and we were both sated.
The sound of a locker slamming pulled us apart and back to reality. I rested my forehead against hers as we tried to catch our breaths. Slowly, I started moving my hips, my dick riding the slick wet line of her pussy lips. She moaned softly when the head of my cock nudged her clit, her teeth sank into her plush bottom lip, and her eyes slid closed.
We could still hear movement, and the footsteps that came closer. I didn’t stop. Adrenaline pumped through me at the idea of being caught. Another shower turned on, and I slipped inside her tight body. Her soft moan was covered by the sounds of running water in both shower stalls.
There was no turning back, I was in her, buried deep, and I wasn’t pulling out until she came around my cock. With long steady strokes, we moved together, careful not to let the wetness of our bodies slap our flesh together.
I heard the other shower shut off, and the sound of footsteps coming back toward us. Leah’s eyes went wide when they stopped beside our stall. I moved quickly, using my body to shield her in case whoever it was came in for whatever reason.
“You dropped your towel out here, man.”
“It’s fine,” I said through gritted teeth. Leah’s eyes danced with laughter, her hand smothering the sound and causing her pussy to clench around my cock. “I have another one in here.”
I heard a hushed chuckle. “You’re lucky Rock isn’t here,” he said before he flipped the towel over the top bar. “Leah, get out of the gym next time.”
She busted out laughing then, her breasts bouncing with mirth. “Thanks, Jerry. You won’t tell anybody will you?” she called out.
“You think I have a death wish or something? Get done and get out. Close down early next time or something, but sneaking into the shower to screw someone is likely to send Ox on a rampage and your dad on a killing spree.” We heard a locker slam. The mood ruined.
“He’s right. We were stupid to do this.” I leaned my head on her shoulder, and took a deep breath. “God, you barely know me. I barely know you. What the hell were we thinking?”
She ran her hands through my hair, and yanked my wet hair back. Her lips crashed down on mine, and my body, despite the thoughts in my head, responded to her.
“We aren’t the first two people to ever act on attraction, Will. We sure as hell won’t be the last. I wanted you. You wanted me. End of story. Whether there is something here between us or not remains to be seen, and it doesn’t have to be decided on tonight. I’m not expecting a ring on my finger. Hell, not even sure I want a ring when the time comes. Either way, it doesn’t matter. It’s just sex.”
“Just like that.”
“Yeah, just like that.” Her mouth claimed mine again.
It didn’t take long for our desires to build back up. She was right, it was just sex. We both had something the other needed. It was carnal. It was animal. It was delicious.
I clasped her wrists and pushed them against the wall, hard. With Jerry gone, I slammed into her, unconcerned at the sound of our slapping wet flesh.
Leah moaned against my lips, and her hips bucked against me when she arched her back. Her body felt so good against mine, her pussy was tight and gripping my cock like a damn glove.
I released her hands and held her beneath her ass, pulling her down harder on my cock. Her hand clasped my hair and tightened in the thick strands as I bent down to kiss and lick along the column of her neck.
Her breathing was choppy and erratic as I pistoned into her, filling her. My body was tensing with every long drag of my cock in her tight passage. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I wanted her to come with me. I hoisted her up just a little higher and bent my head to her nipple, catching it in my mouth, sucking the water from the hard tip.
She moaned and her body quivered around me. “Yes,” she said hoarsely, her back arching more, her hips bucking and her fingers digging into my scalp. My fingers curled into the globes of her ass – she’d be wearing my fingerprints on her ass tomorrow.
“Damn.” I groaned when her body convulsed around me. Her low moan of pleasure was sexy as fuck, her head rolled against the wall of the shower as her shoulders shook with the pleasure that was coursing through her. I’d never felt a woman come so hard or so long. Her pussy was squeezing my dick like a vice – milking me of my own orgasm.
I pulled out quickly as I came in long, powerful spasms across our stomachs.
Chapter Eleven
Leah
Holy shit! Forget going to the fucking bar; after those mind-blowing orgasms I just wanted to go home and do it again. Maybe I should have searched for a nerd sooner. William Carver gave me one of those toe-curling, calf-stretching, back-arching orgasms that had you crying out for more at the same time your body felt depleted of all strength.
He let my legs down but kept a hold of me to keep me from falling over. When I got my bearings, he used his body wash to wipe the cum from my stomach, and the sweat from my body. His hands massaged my breasts as he washed me. He took the smaller towel and cleaned between my legs, the terry cloth roughly abrading my clit.
Will’s lips lightly kissed mine, his tongue lining the outline of my lips, then nipping at my lower lip. I leaned my head back as I rode his fingers to yet another amazing climax.
“No more,” I shuddered. “I can’t take any more.” Oh, but I wanted more. He had awoken a hunger within me that was insatiable.
“You can, but not tonight. We need to get out of here, but next time, you won’t be getting off so easy.”
‘Getting off so easy,’ what the hell did he mean by that? My legs were stiff and my pussy ached deliciously from the fucking he gave me. What more could he have done? The question inspired curiosity and disbelief.
“If it gets any better, Will, you’d kill me.” He smiled down at me and planted a quick no nonsense kiss on my swollen lips.
“Get dressed, Leah.” I didn’t expect for him to swat my ass, and the fact that we were wet made it sting just a bit more. He threw me yet again. Ass slapping is something the guys at the club did, nerds didn’t slap asse
s, or did they? Every time I thought I’d got a read on this guy, he did something surprising, threw me for another loop. He kept me off balance, but call me a glutton for punishment or drunk on lust, I don’t know which, but I loved the way he kept throwing me curveballs.
I wrapped a towel around myself and went back into the locker room. There wasn’t anyone in there, besides us, so I grabbed my clothes, and just dried off in the open with Will. His eyes strayed to me several times, and I can’t say mine didn’t also stray back to him.
“Where’re we headed?” he asked when I finished dressing.
“I was going to take you to the bar my dad’s club typically hangs out at, but I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. If Jerry said anything, or if anybody else found out about us fucking in the men’s locker room, I’d never hear the end of it. Is there somewhere you want to go?”
“Yes.”
I waited for him to expound on that, but he didn’t.
“Are you really going to make me ask?” I put my hands on my hips and tried to glare up at him.
“No.” He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “I’m going to make you beg.”
He kissed me one more time, then led me out of the locker room. The gym was empty now, Jerry must have run everybody out. I would have to give him a discount on next month’s membership fees for covering my ass. That is if he kept his mouth shut.
We walked out of the gym together after he helped me secure the place. I expected him to go all caveman like the guys at the club would have, but he didn’t. We rode side by side. Will would gesture where to turn, and it was like we’d been riding together for years.
He didn’t head toward his house, and it sure as shit wasn’t toward mine, so I was clueless as to where he was leading me. All I knew was we were headed in the direction of the lake. He took me into a large neighborhood that had homes that weren’t nearly as extravagant as the one his parents lived in now. They were middle class and upper middle class homes, gorgeous, but I had no idea why we were headed this way.
Will pulled into a driveway, and the garage door opened. Where the hell were we? Why were we here? I watched as he pulled his bike inside, but I refused to go in until he told me whose house this was.
He reached up, his arms hitting the top of the garage door frame. “You coming?”
“If you tell me where we are I might.”
“Good girl.” He grinned at me. “We are at my house.”
“Your house?” Why did he live above his parents’ garage if he had his own home? I moved my bike into the garage next to his, then killed the motor.
“Come on, I’ll call for some dinner.”
He led me into the house, and I looked around at the modest interior. The kitchen was mid renovation; the living room had two recliners and a TV, but other than that, nothing. I poked my head inside what was supposed to be the formal dining room, but it was empty. There wasn’t even carpet, just concrete floors.
I heard him on the phone, his voice carrying through the house easily with all the exposed hard surfaces. When he came back into the room, I turned toward him. “So, how long have you been renovating?”
“A while. I only get a little done at a time. I could hire it out, but I want to do the work myself.”
“You’re a lawyer, you build bikes, and you renovate houses… What don’t you do?” I shook my head, not really believing him.
“I bought this house six years ago, it was a dump. The roof needed fixing, there was water damage, it was basically a complete gut job.” He ran his hand over the wall. “I took her down to the studs. Six months after I bought the house, Mom had her accident and I moved back home. I still work on the weekends when I can, but between my heavy load at the firm, Mom, and everything else, I don’t get much done.”
I moved to a recliner and sat down. He sat down beside me. “What happened to your mom?”
“A drunk driver ran a red light, and Mom’s airbag didn’t deploy. She’d been telling me that her light was on in her car, but I had been too busy to check on it. I was trying to get the house done and working. Her head hit the steering wheel and the window with each roll of the car.” Guilt and sadness crossed his face, and I realized he held himself responsible.
“You know it’s not your fault, right?” I asked, reaching out to touch his arm.
“On one level, yes, I know that, but then there is that other level that says otherwise. If I had gotten her car fixed, maybe her airbag would have deployed and saved her vision at the very least.”
“There’s only one level, Will. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Guess we will never know,” he said dismissively. “Anyway, the doctors said she had a traumatic brain injury. Only time would tell if her vision would come back – it didn’t. I’ve been above my parents’ garage for five years now.”
“So, why haven’t you sold this place then? You’re paying for a home you aren’t living in.”
The ringing of the doorbell brought the conversation to a stop. He got up and went to the door. The smell of Chinese food wafted from the bag when he came back to the living room.
“You know my dad would kick your ass if he knew you were eating this and this late at night?”
He grinned and winked at me as he pulled the cartons of food out of the bag. “No, he wouldn’t kick my ass for the food, he’d kick my ass for the way I’m planning to work the food off.”
I grabbed the fortune cookie and threw it at him. “Hey, I won’t share my steamed rice and veggies if you throw shit at me.”
“Oh my God, man. What a waste. You’re ordering Chinese food and you go for the steamed rice and vegetables. Seriously, I’m confiscating your man card, right now,” I joked with him. “At the very least you could have ordered beef and broccoli or teriyaki chicken.”
“You’re taking my man card?” He looked at me with an evil gleam in his eyes.
“I kinda have to. You’ve really left me with no choice.”
“Eat, Leah. You’re going to need all the energy you can get.”
Since he didn’t have a kitchen, we just passed the containers back and forth, each of us eating a little bit of rice and vegetables at a time. He guided the conversation away from anything heavy.
I really enjoyed talking to him; he was funny and charming. He told me that he liked doing things with his hands more than sitting behind a desk.
“What about you?” he asked me. “What would you rather be doing than working at the gym?”
“I actually really love the gym.” I shrugged. “I grew up there. It’s a second home. There are things I’d love to do with it, that I’m not sure my dad would go for, but the gym is what I love. I can’t imagine doing anything else. Plus, since I love to eat horrible, working at the gym comes in handy.”
“Have you talked to your dad about it?”
“No. Not really a point when he wants to just focus on boxing. I just think there are so many more people out there that would benefit from us expanding a bit, but nowadays there aren’t a whole lot of mom and pop gyms floating around. It’s all commercial.”
“So, what do you want to offer that commercial gyms don’t?”
“For one, self-defense classes for women. What better place to learn how to defend yourself than a gym that specializes in fighting and defensive moves?”
“That sounds like it would be a positive change. Why haven’t you talked to your dad about it?”
I laughed sardonically. “Besides me, how many women have you seen in that gym?”
“None.” He smiled back. “So, change it. It’s going to be your gym one day, right? You should have a say in what path it goes down.”
“It’s been Meatheads forever. Do you see women going into a gym named Meatheads?”
“Ok, so start your own gym. Make something for you.”
“It’s not that easy, Will. You’re a lawyer, you know how hard it is and the huge start-up costs I’d have to start something like that up.”
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“No, it wouldn’t be easy, and there would be a mountain of start-up costs, but you could do it.”
“I think you are seriously overestimating my abilities and my bank account.”
“No, you’re underestimating yourself.” He stood up and gathered the mostly empty boxes, taking them into the kitchen. I followed behind and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge that was in there.
Will moved at an unhurried pace. His calm demeanor was soothing, and yet something about him kept me enthralled and engaged. It was like I was on a live wire, but content to be there. The buzz he gave me was unlike anything alcohol or drugs could ever achieve.
I thought about the outfit still in my saddle bags; it was kind of a waste. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone into the locker room, but at that moment it seemed like the best idea ever. Though if I were completely honest, there is no way in hell I could regret those orgasms – no, it just made me greedy for more.
“Can I see the rest of your house?” I wanted to look, but mainly, I just wanted to get to his bedroom. I assumed he had one and it was somewhat furnished if he stayed here at all on the weekends.
He took me through the modest home. The upstairs had three bedrooms and two bathrooms all of which were still ripped out down to the studs. When Will talked about the house, his voice was laced with excitement. It was clear he loved this place, it was his and it was home.
Will led me back downstairs to the hall off the living room. It was the only finished room in the home. The dark wood flooring was gorgeous. The walls were a soft gray with crown molding; the ceiling fan matched the dark wood floors. The bed was wrought iron; the bedding was a black and gray pinstripe. There wasn’t much else in the room. He had a basket of clothes folded in the corner, but that was about it. I went into the connected bathroom. I was impressed; everything just flowed, with the same coloring. The black and gray was continued in the countertops, and the shower wall. I’ve never seen a shower with so many heads, it seemed big enough to fit my whole bedroom in. There was a separate Jacuzzi tub that looked inviting as hell.
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