Taste Test

by Christine d'Abo

  “You’re fucking gorgeous.” It was the only warning she had before he pressed his face to her mound and licked.

  It took her mind a solid minute before she could relax enough to enjoy the sensations. She was outside, the possibility of discovery very real, with a handsome man between her legs. They could go to jail if they got caught, both of their jobs might even be in danger if—

  Becka slammed her head back hard when John lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder. His finger probed at her once, twice before he pushed in and latched on to her clit. He moaned as he began to pump his fingers in time with his licks. Within seconds, Becka knew her orgasm would be coming far faster than she would like. Whoever else John was, the man knew how to please a woman.

  The noises coming from them both wouldn’t leave any passers-by in doubt of what they were doing. It was messy and hot and loud, all the things good sex should be. Curling her fingers around the side of his neck, she tried to get him to slow down.

  “I’m going to come too fast.”

  “Don’t worry. You’ll come again.”

  Fuck. “John…”

  He didn’t relent or hold back. Becka could only squeeze her eyes shut and let him suck the orgasm from her body. There was no way to stop the overwhelming rush as it exploded from her, pulling a moan from her before she managed to press her hand to her mouth. Her body was electric, the pleasure zipping through her like a current from a power source. She couldn’t think, hell, she’d lost all awareness of the world around her, all because of the man on his knees in front of her.

  Strong hands moved along her sides, holding her still, safe, as he stood up. John cupped her cheek and kissed her hard. She could taste her come on his lips, smelled her release on his skin as his tongue probed hers. Another wave of desire rolled through her and for a moment she thought she might come again.

  It wasn’t enough. For the first time in her adult life Becka wanted to take more, demand satisfaction in a way she hadn’t thought possible before. Her fingers worked his belt free before he could even protest.

  “Becka?”

  “Where’s the condom?”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “Where’s the fucking condom?”

  He growled then. Her nipples were hard and her bra had never felt so constricting before. She wanted to push it off, expose herself fully and offer her body up to him to consume. He must have sensed her wantonness, as John pushed a hand beneath her shirt, moved the cup to the side and pinched her nipple.

  “I wish we were in a bed. I’d lick every inch of your skin.” He nipped at her throat as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. “I’d eat you out again and again until I couldn’t take it anymore and had to fuck you.”

  “Now. John please.”

  Together they managed to pull his pants open and push his briefs down far enough to expose his cock. It was too dark in the alley to fully appreciate the sight of him, but for Becka it didn’t matter. The first press of his latex covered tip against her clit had her fit to explode.

  “Give me your leg.”

  The firm press of his fingers under her thigh was comforting, but when he grabbed her other leg as well, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his back, she let out a surprised gasp.

  “Hold on, darling.”

  There was no fear of him dropping her. The bricks were hard against her back, the coldness a blessed contrast to the heat of the night air and her own body. She clung to him only partially out of necessity, but mostly because she couldn’t bear to let him go. The muscles in his arms and back jumped beneath her touch as he slowly impaled her on his cock.

  Her muscles stretched open, pulling him into her. It took him longer than she wanted to fully seat himself inside her, but the end result was perfect. Her clit was oversensitive from her previous release, engorged, ready to be pressed and rubbed. John pulled out enough to adjust their bodies before beginning the slow steady fucking that Becka knew would bring her pleasure.

  She pressed her lips to his ear and breathed out a soft moan. “You’re so big.”

  He grunted and tightened his hold on her.

  “Big, strong man. Handsome. Brave.” She gasped when he bent his knees and shifted the angle. His cock drove into her deeper. “You’ve made me wild.”

  “Fuck.”

  She sucked on his earlobe and scratched her nails down his neck. “If we were in a bed I’d ride you. Grind my pussy down hard so I could come again. I’d lick your nipples and run my nails across your balls. Maybe I’d sit on your face and make you eat me out again.”

  “Christ.”

  “Yeah that’s it. Fuck me hard. Make me come.”

  John fumbled his hold on her as he moved his hand from around her waist to her clit. She wasn’t scared of falling, or someone seeing them. All that mattered was the moment, John and chasing her second orgasm.

  The press of his thumb was tight, almost too much pressure given the cramped quarters he had to work with. If she’d been thinking at all, she should have offered to turn around so he could fuck her from behind. But there was no way she’d let him go now.

  They fell into a rhythm, thrusting and grinding. Becka could feel her wetness coating his cock, covering her pussy and thighs. She couldn’t remember ever being this wet before, wanting a man this much. She arched her back, thrusting her single exposed nipple to the sky as an offering. He took it, sucking the peak into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

  It was too much, perfect, exactly what she needed to push her over the edge. With as much force as her first, the second orgasm pounded through her. It robbed the air from her lungs and what little control she had left over her body. John’s grip tightened on her as he slipped his hand from between them to press against the wall.

  He didn’t stop his thrusts, didn’t slow down as he chased his own release.

  “So big and strong.” She licked his throat. “Fuck me hard. Come on. I want to hear you.”

  She could feel his body shaking, feel the tenuous control he had on himself begin to slip. There was no finesse in his thrusts, simply a frantic beat that belied his need to come. One powerful thrust in and his body shook. A groan slipped through his clenched teeth and his hold on her tightened.

  Silence descended on them. Becka slowly grew aware of their surroundings once more. Music and laughter still echoed from the club. The whirring noise of the occasional car driving past them on the street, a stark reminder of where they were.

  John pulled out and carefully set her on the ground. She busied herself straightening her shirt and fixing her shirt while he tied off the condom and tossed it aside.

  Shit, now what should she do?

  Thankfully, John took the decision out of her hands. He turned them so it was his back once more against the wall and pulled her into his arms. “Wow.”

  Becka giggled. “Ah yeah. Wow.”

  “Sex in an alley is definitely a new one for me.”

  “Me too.” Shit, she hoped he didn’t think she did this kind of thing all the time. “John I’m not in the habit—”

  “Hey, it’s fine. I didn’t think you were.” He placed a kiss to the top of her head. “You didn’t strike me as a one night stand kind of girl.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I’m glad you have a wild side though. That was the best sex I’ve had in years.”

  She pressed her face to his chest and hoped he couldn’t see her blush in the darkness.

  “Did you want to go back in?” He didn’t make any move to pull away or distance himself. It was nice to know that the option of what happened next was completely up to her.

  “Not yet.”

  Whether it was fate or simply instinct, they both turned their faces at the same time. John brushed his mouth against hers, lazily licking and nipping at her lips.

  “I wish we were in a bed.” His words were soft.

  “Next time.”

  He kissed the end of her nose. “There’s going to
be a next time?”

  Would there be? Becka had always taken things slow with men in the past, hadn’t ever considered doing something like this with a complete stranger before. And yet, here she was in an alley in the arms of a man she’d only known a few hours. Did she want to put herself out there, take a chance to see if they had something beyond this initial spark of desire?

  Pushing away from him, Becka looked hard at the man who’d ensured her pleasure. Her initial impressions of him hadn’t changed, he was still handsome with that spark of mischief that made her smile. Not only that John had proved there could be passion between them, something that if she was brave enough to reach out and grab it, could be wonderful.

  The door to the club slammed open and Rhianna stood there, hands on her hips. “Christ, there you are.” Light from the club door cast long shadows across her face, masking her expression. “We’ve been looking all over for the two of you. We’re going to head to the next club, Mirror Ball. You coming?”

  John cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. They could continue on this evening as if nothing had happened, or if she was brave enough she could take a chance and see if there was anything that lay beyond the lust.

  Becka turned to Rhianna and smiled, hoping there was enough light for her friend to see her sincerity. “I think we’re going to bow out.”

  “I’d just asked Becka if she was interested in getting a coffee.”

  She couldn’t help but smile, knowing she’d made the right decision. “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, Rhi. Have fun and don’t get too crazy.”

  Rhianna’s snort was enough to tell Becka exactly what she thought of that idea. “I’ll call you later. We’ll chat.”

  “Yup.”

  The second the door closed John pushed himself from the wall, grabbed Becka’s hand and led her down the alleyway. “Where are we going?”

  “I promised to take you for a coffee. I wouldn’t want you to think that I’m a liar before you’ve even gotten to know me.”

  “Of course not.”

  They didn’t say anything else as they held hands, walking down toward a late night restaurant. Becka wasn’t sure what would happen, but she got the feeling taking a chance on John might be the best thing she’d done in a while.

  Pumping Iron

  Lila adjusted her sports bra, unfolding the doubled over band and hoped she wasn’t about to make a huge mistake. Her recovery had been a long hard road, one she’d had to fight through inch by inch to be able to reclaim her body. But she’d made it and now stood on the other side, not simply back to her old self, but even better than before.

  She only had one challenge left to conquer – Kyle.

  Images of him kicking the asses of the other UFC fighters were still fresh in her mind. She’d been intimidated as hell when she’d discovered he was going to be her trainer, having watched him beat and bloody men in the cage both on closed circuit TV and at the gym. Kyle was vicious when he stepped in front of his opponent, any compassion he might have evaporated as the door locked.

  Even in retirement he wasn’t soft or compassionate when it came to training. He didn’t give a shit about how much she hurt, and kept pushing her to do things right. Harder, faster, more God dammit! After a few sessions, she stopped being intimidated and really started hating him for making her work so fucking hard. It was a damn good thing her rehab was over and her body was better than ever, otherwise she would have reamed him out for being an asshole.

  Lila still might do that, right after she fucked his brains out.

  Tightening the laces on her running shoes, she stepped out into the weight room and quickly found the object of her lust. Stretched out on the weight bench, Kyle was cranking out a series of bench presses with ease. From this angle Lila could see the sheen of sweat covering his biceps, his calves and thighs, the tremble in his body as he pushed himself past the limits of what most people would consider attempting. Typical Kyle. Never letting anyone, not even his body, tell him what he could do.

  The clang of metal on metal filled the room as he dropped the weight bar back onto the rack and sat up. He lifted his tank top, wiping the sweat from his eyes with the material, exposing his hard abs to her. His face bore the scars of years in the cage. His nose was crooked from having been repeatedly broken. The long scar down his cheek wasn’t clearly visible from this distance, but she still knew it was there.

  Shit, he was beautiful. Not that she’d ever say that to him. No frigging way.

  She caught his attention as he stood. Lila swallowed down her nervousness and gave him a little wave. “Hi there.”

  “What are you doing here?” No preamble, no pleasantries. “We finished your sessions last week.”

  “Yeah, I know. Mike out front said it was okay. I know you’re probably getting ready to go home for the night.”

  “I was doing my workout.” His black hair was cropped short against his head, a conservative look that didn’t quite mesh with his too-direct personality. “Mike closing up?”

  His direct stare pierced her, making her squirm and her nipples harden. “I think so. The place was empty.” It was the main reason she’d come on a Monday night. She’d learned the ebb and flow of the client base over the past year, and this was the only time she figured would work. Neutral ground, but no distractions.

  Bracing his hands on his hips, Kyle lowered his chin and narrowed his gaze. “Are you okay?”

  The little confession she’d spent a week preparing evaporated from her memory. “Umm, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

  Kyle crossed the room, swallowing the distance in four wide strides. He was barefoot, but that didn’t make him any less intimidating. She’d seen the damage he could do with a roundhouse kick to someone’s face.

  Lila knew she should be talking, explaining that no matter how hard she’d tried, she couldn’t get Kyle out of her dreams. No, dreams are too pedestrian a description. Those were hardcore erotic fantasies, starring her and a very dominant personal training.

  Lila showering, surprised when Kyle would come in and fuck her. Lila finishing a workout, only to have Kyle demand she drop to her knees and suck his cock. Being at home, surprised when it was Kyle at her door, demanding to be let in.

  She had it bad and she didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

  Looking up into his brown gaze, Lila knew she only had one chance to do this right. Direct and to the point. It was the only thing he’d appreciate. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up, widened her stance slightly and steeled her nerve.

  “I’m attracted to you.” There. That wasn’t so hard. “And I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”

  Kyle cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

  “Yeah. I’m sure that happens a lot to you. Clients developing a bit of a crush and all that. And I know you probably had groupies from the circuit. I kept telling myself that it’s normal to have a thing for the man who helped me recover my body. I mean, you deal with attractive people every day, and I know there are professional considerations too. You can’t sleep with a client and everything. But we finished out sessions and I’ve actually switched gyms too. And even if nothing can happen between us, I wanted to let you know. That I’m attracted to you. So…yeah.”

  At some point during her ramblings, Lila had dropped her gaze and was now staring at his chest. Sweat had soaked through the thin cotton and she could see the contour of his pecs. His nipples were hard and his deep breathing pressed them against the fabric. She wanted to touch them, lick the salt off his skin. Beg him to touch her.

  “Look at me.”

  Lila complied without thinking, her gaze snapping back to his. Her lips parted and she fought a moan when she saw the raw hunger coming from him. He hadn’t shaved, the stubble thick, accentuating his square jaw and cheeks, making the spider-like scars on his face stand out. Kyle stepped forward, and instinctively she retreated an equal distance. “Yes?”

  Kyle stepped closer again, causing her retreat o
nce more. Another two steps and Lila found her back pressed against the wall. The concrete blocks were cold against her bare back, but it did little to stem the rush of hot desire from rolling through her. Kyle placed a hand on either side of her head, pinning her in place. The cords of muscles rippled as he flexed. Everything about him was rock hard – his body, demeanor, even the vibe he threw off. It didn’t matter, Lila wanted him.

  “Say it again.” His voice was low, commanding in the same way he’d yell at her to do another five push-ups, three more reps with the weights, push her to run another half mile. “Lila.”

  “I’m attracted to you.” She wanted to swallow past the sudden dryness in her mouth, but she couldn’t make her body comply.

  “Why did you choose me as your trainer?”

  It was an odd question, but she saw that the answer was important to him. “You were recommended by my physiotherapist. He said that he couldn’t do anything else for me and that I needed to build my muscle strength.”

  The car accident had taken a lot out of her, both mentally and physically. She’d given up on herself for a very long time, gained weight, lived with the pain until Kyle came along and gave her the push she needed to reclaim her life.

  “I’d wanted to give up on myself so much over the past year, but you kept me going.” She dropped his gaze once more, unable to handle the intensity any longer. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

  Kyle took her chin in his hand and lifted it. “Not possible.”

  Shit, there was no way she’d be able to be someone like Kyle. He was the most attractive man she’d ever met. She’d seen the way the women at the gym would preen whenever he walked in the room, the way conversation brightened when he drew close. Hell, even the other men would work a little harder when he came close. Not that Kyle responded to any of it. Which was…odd. “Am I making a fool of myself? Of course I am. I should go.”

  “You came here tonight to tell me you were attracted to me.” Kyle leaned in until his mouth hovered above her ear. “Did you think I was going to fuck you?”