Taste Test

by Christine d'Abo

  Lila’s chest tightened as she sucked in a breath. The scent of sweat and Kyle’s soap filled her senses. It was familiar, equal parts comforting and arousing. Her pussy tingled and grew wet when he nipped at the top of her ear.

  “Fuck?” She couldn’t manage more than a whisper. “I…”

  “Did you want to see if you could get me out of your system? Scratch the itch?” He lowered his mouth so his lips brushed the side of her neck. “You want to touch my body the way you’ve wanted to for months? See if my muscles are as hard as they look?”

  “Christ,” she muttered. “I don’t know.”

  “I do.” He lowered his body to hers, pressing his thighs to hers. There was no mistaking the erection hard against her belly. “I don’t fuck clients. Never. I don’t normally fuck former clients either.”

  Lila squeezed her fingers against the wall. She wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his black hair, scratch her nails down his back as he ground her pussy against his cock. If she moved, there would be nothing holding back the wave of desire she’d dammed up for months now.

  Kyle moved one hand from the wall to the side of her neck. He didn’t touch her skin, letting it hover an inch above. “You’re not a typical client. I want you.”

  Her head spun as the meaning of his words sunk in. “You…do?”

  “I’m not used to holding back with women. I watched you fight to reclaim your life, your body. You transformed before my eyes. You weren’t doing it for me, but for yourself. Every time you kept going and fought through the pain, I respected you a bit more. Not everyone has that inner strength.” He finally lowered his mouth to her neck and licked the skin. “It turns me on.”

  Her eyes slipped shut and she knew she was about to lose all semblance of control. But she had one last question before she’d finally allow herself to give into the temptation. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  His chuckle tickled her throat. “You were paying me. I’m not a whore. But now that we’re done and I know you’re interested.”

  The pressure of his teeth on her neck pulled a moan from her. Lila forced her hands from the wall and finally did what she’d dreamed of for months. His strands of hair were soft against her fingers as she pulled him hard against her. It was the only push he needed. Growling, he wrapped his arms around her and sucked her skin.

  Yes.

  Kyle pulled her from the wall, lifting her up so Lila could wrap her legs around his waist. Sweat from his tank top damped her chest as he held her fast against him. “I’m going to fuck you here. In this room.”

  This was better than any fantasy she’d ever had. His hands cupped her ass as he carried her over to the weight bench. Lila sucked in a breath as he deposited her on the still damp padding. He looked like a dangerous giant, looming over her. Without a word he stripped his tank top from his body tossing it to the floor. His body bore the marks of a life in the ring. Marred skin from wounds he’d sustained, bruises from training that never seemed to fade. A painting of beauty and pain on living flesh.

  “There are things I’ve wanted to do to you.” His gaze slipped from her mouth to her chest. “Things I’m going to do tonight.”

  Lila squeezed her legs together, increasing the pressure against her clit. She was an educated, successful woman. She shouldn’t want this, the need to let this powerful man possess her, consume her body and mind. But she did. For once in her life she wouldn’t question the reasons, and went with it.

  “Please.” Her voice was soft, trembling with anticipation. “Yes.”

  “Take that off.” Pointing at her bra, Kyle never took his gaze from hers. “Now.”

  Lila didn’t hesitate. Mike might still be there, the cleaners could show up, but she really didn’t give a shit. Kyle wanted her and she wasn’t about to say no. She had no shame with her body. He’d seen her in far worse shape than she was currently, and not once had he made her feel embarrassed. She was used to having his appraising gaze on her.

  “Stand up. Yoga pants off too.”

  She’d forgone wearing any underwear. Her fingers wrapped around the waistband and she pulled the tight fabric down slowly. Making sure to bend at the waist, Lila stuck her ass out as she pulled her sneakers and pants off. Standing once more, she found she couldn’t meet his gaze.

  Kyle grabbed her chin once again. “You’re stronger than that. Look me in the eyes.”

  The urge to answer with a Sir, yes Sir was overwhelming. Instead, she nodded. “Okay.”

  Instead of kissing her, touching her, pretty much doing any of the things she wanted, Lila watched as Kyle walked over to his gym bag and pulled out a towel. He laid it out on one of the exercise mats before turning to face her.

  “Get over here and give me twenty push-ups.”

  What the hell? “Pardon?”

  Kyle crossed his arms. “You’re not going to wuss out on me?”

  Oh screw him. Naked, Lila scooted across the room and dropped to her knees on the towel. “How many?”

  “Twenty. And not girl push-ups either.”

  Stretching her body into the position, Lila braced her hands under her shoulders, got her toes under her and pushed her body up. It was a single, smooth motion, her body a ridged plank as she moved. It should be weird doing naked push-ups for her trainer, but Lila quickly realized he was using this as some sort of fantasy fulfillment as well. Who was she to burst his bubble?

  It wasn’t until the third up move that he touched her. Large hands cupped her ass, squeezed as she lowered her body back to the floor. Fingers dug into her cheeks, spreading her ass open. Lila’s face flamed and her arms shook.

  “That’s only three.” He slapped her ass.

  Lila managed to push her body back up as he continued to fondle her. His fingers shifted lower, squeezing her hamstrings, sneaking in between her legs to caress the sensitive flesh. There was no way she’d be able to keep going, not with his hands all over her, teasing her body as he stoked her lust.

  “Stop.” He put a hand on her back when she finished her tenth push-up. “Spread your legs apart and put your hands greater than shoulder length apart. “Next five this way.”

  Lila knew her face was red, between the strain, desire and embarrassment, there was no way it couldn’t be. He would be able to see her pussy now, wet from her arousal. She needed him to put his hands on the places where she needed him most—her cunt, breasts, pinching her nipples until she screamed with pleasure.

  Kyle moved to stand by her head. With a single push, his shorts fell to pool at his feet. He easily kicked them away, along with his sneakers and socks. Now they were both naked. It should have been even playing ground, but as Lila cranked out push-up number fifteen, she knew nothing was further from the truth.

  “Push and hold at the top of the move.”

  She did so, but her arms began to shake almost instantly. He got to his knees beside her, and simultaneously reached for her breast and between her legs. “I’ll tease you for as long as you can maintain this position.”

  Not fair!

  The slide of his finger between her pussy lips had Lila crying out. Everything felt amplified, every brush of skin against skin. Kyle pinched her nipple as he thrust two fingers into her cunt.

  “Every time you’d bend over, lay back on a bench, spread your legs as you stretched, I wanted to do this. Touch you, make you moan. Fuck you until you begged me for more.” He began to thrust his fingers into her, matching the rhythm with the tweaks on her nipple. “I’m going to fuck you, but not until you’re begging for me.”

  “Please, Kyle.” Her arms couldn’t take much more of this. “I need you.”

  “Show me how much.” He turned his hand so his fingers pressed against her g-spot. “Suck my cock.”

  “Yes.” Tears filled her eyes and her nose threatened to run. “Anything.”

  He pulled his fingers from her pussy, leaving her hungry for more. “You can drop.”

  The relief in her muscles was instantaneous.
Not that he gave her any time to relax and enjoy it. The next thing she knew, Kyle was tugging her by the shoulders getting her up on her knees as he stood. His cock, larger than any man she’d been with before, was red and leaking with pre-come. She could smell how turned-on he was, and it made her mouth water.

  Putting a hand to the back of her head, Kyle encouraged her forward. The thought of leaving never once entered her mind. This was what she wanted, who she wanted and exactly how she wanted it to happen.

  Sticking her tongue out, Lila licked a trail from the base of his balls up his shaft to the head of his cock. The salty tang of the pre-come set her mouth watering. She needed more. Opening as wide as she could, she swallowed down as much as she could handle.

  The girth of his shaft forced her to keep her mouth wider than what was comfortable. Closing her eyes, she focused on giving Kyle what he wanted, licking and sucking as much as she could. She would pause to tease the prominent vein on the underneath size of his cock, before switching to suck hard on the head. When she didn’t think she could continue on, Lila used her hands to pump him hard.

  “That’s it. You keep going even when you don’t think you can. You’ve got a soul of iron under that beautiful heart of yours. Suck me down.”

  Lila groaned, her mind slipped away, leaving behind all the details of her life that plagued her. Her health, her job, the insecurities of not knowing where to go from here. None of that matter while she was with Kyle.

  “Enough.” He tugged her head back. Lifting her chin once more, he ran a thumb across her lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Lay back.”

  Stretching out on her back felt amazing, easing the ache from her muscles. Kyle lifted each of her legs and threw them over his shoulders. With no preamble, he lowered his mouth to her pussy and sucked her clit. Lila groaned and buried a hand in his hair.

  His tongue circled her, licking the seam between her lips as he slipped his fingers into her cunt. Lila couldn’t get her brain to register that this was actually happening. That Kyle was doing this to her. Her brain short-circuited and the rest of her thoughts evaporated as he set up a punishing pace.

  He fucked her with his fingers, pressing against her g-spot with an inward curl. She’d never had a man drive her this close to orgasm so quickly. Standing on the precipice of her release, Lila squeezed her fingers in his hair, the only warning she could muster.

  Kyle growled and sucked harder on her clit. It was too much for her to handle and Lila stopped trying to fight it.

  “God!”

  Her grip on his hair locked hard, as waves of pleasure hijacked her body. She couldn’t move, breathe, as her orgasm flared through her, consuming every inch. Kyle pulled his face back, but continued to pump his fingers into her pussy. Another wave of her orgasm hit, and with a came a jet of come from her body. Lila screamed unable to fight the powerful pleasure, socked at what he’d been able to do to her.

  “I knew you had that in you. A squirter.”

  Lila looked up at him and blinked. “What…I…God…” Okay, so talking wasn’t a good idea.

  He didn’t seem to mind. Kyle grinned down, running a hand along the inside of her thigh. “Not all women can do that. It’s fucking hot.”

  She couldn’t stop from chuckling. “Glad I could go the extra mile for you.”

  “I never doubted you could.”

  He reached for the condom that he’d brought over with the towel. Holding it up, he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Ready for more?”

  “Yes.” She’d never get enough of him. Especially now.

  With sure fingers, he tore open the package and quickly rolled the condom down his shaft. Kyle lined himself up and thrust in, filling her completely. Before Lila had a chance to adjust, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up as he sat back on his heels.

  “Ride me. Hard.”

  Lila shifted so her feet were flat on the floor, giving her the leverage she needed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began to fuck herself on his cock. The angle had him driving deeper into her than she’d ever experienced before. They fell into a rhythm, fucking and grinding against each other. Kyle’s arms were wrapped around her, his hand bracing the back of her neck as he devoured her mouth with his.

  It was strange being on top of him this way, their bodies pressed flush as he fucked up into her. He was a powerful man, strong in body and will. She was little more than a hummingbird compared to him, and yet here she was reducing him to a series of grunts and moans.

  “Need you to come again.” He spoke the words against her lips. “Want to feel you squeeze my cock.”

  Lila lowered her face to his shoulder and slammed her body down hard against his. Her clit rubbed against his pubic hair on ever stroke, teasing the already sensitized flesh. His words were a command that her body desperately wished to comply with.

  Kyle tipped her back slightly, giving him access to her breasts. When his mouth found her nipple, Lila felt a corresponding pulse of pleasure echoed in her pussy. Shit, she really was going to come again.

  Closing her eyes, Lila concentrated on the feel of Kyle’s mouth on her breast, the way his cock stretched and filled her. She started to moan, gasp, desperately in need of more air as her head spun.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  With a moan, she dropped her forehead to his shoulder and slammed down onto him as she came a second time. It was too much, too strong and her body fell limp against him.

  Kyle squeezed her tight to his chest as he drove up into her body. He bit down on her shoulder, licked and nipping as he moaned.

  “Gonna come. Fuck yeah.”

  He squeezed her hard as he slammed into her a few times more before he cried out. His muscles shook beneath her, but he didn’t waiver until his orgasm finished. Finally, they slipped back to the towel, wrapped in each other’s arms, covered in sweat and panting hard.

  “Wow,” Lila finally managed to whisper. “That was…amazing.”

  Kyle chuckled. “I think I’m done my workout for the night.”

  “Sorry about that.”

  “Never apologize for great sex. Ever.”

  They laid there for a few minutes until the air-conditioner sent a blast of cool air across them.

  “I better get you up.” He ran a hand along her back. “You’ll freeze in here.”

  Lila had never had sex like this before, not only because of it being in such a public place, but with a man like Kyle. She didn’t want it to end, to slip away from reality into the haze of memory, the only thing to keep her warm during the lonely nights.

  “Did you want to have a shower?” He kissed the top of her head.

  “Yeah, that would be good.” Damn, this was it. Soon she’d be leaving and Kyle would be gone from her life for good.

  “Hey.” He bumped her forehead with his nose, forcing her to look up. “What’s wrong?”

  “I…” She shrugged.

  “You think I’m kicking you out?” There was nothing goofy about the grin he gave her. “You think after a year of being your trainer, of having to force myself to hold back for fear of doing something ethically wrong with one of my clients that I’d never forgive myself. That after you telling me that you’re attracted to me and the awesome sex we just had, you think I’m going to let you go?” He chuckled.

  Okay, that wasn’t quite what she was expecting. Not that Lila was about to complain. “You’re not?”

  “I think you know me well enough by now to realize that when there is something that I want, I don’t sit by and let it get away from me.”

  “No,” she returned his grin, “you don’t.”

  “I’m not about to let you become the exception to that rule. Until otherwise notified, you’re mine.”

  Lila shivered, loving the possessive tone. Yeah, she had it bad.

  “Now, I’m going to have a shower with you and then we are going to go back to my place. I think a conversation is in order.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly on t
he lips. “And then more fucking.”

  Her heart raced and Lila knew that her determination hadn’t failed her. She’d fought through her self-doubt and had been rewarded with the ultimate prize—a man who not only wanted her, but respected her.

  It was everything Lila could have hoped for.

  With a quick kiss of her own, she cupped his cheek. “Yes, sir.”

  Now Playing

  I was down in the basement doing laundry when I heard the mad dash of feet upstairs and the slamming of the front door. I didn’t even bother getting upset about the noise and chaos anymore. Living in a house with a teenager and a pre-teen meant my mantra of stuff mom doesn’t want you to do was now automatic. I’d give them the spiel again when they got back in. Though where they were off to now I hadn’t a clue.

  I’d like to say I’m like Super Mom, able to keep my cool no matter what, say exactly the right thing at the right time, all while baking cookies and working full-time. I’m not. I try, but I’m not. Normally the weekend is my time to get all the things done that I’ve put off through the week. Saturday was designated for running around to get errands done, and buy groceries, while Sunday I reserved for laundry and housework. The routine got a bit wearing after a while, but if I didn’t stick with it there were complaints of dirty underwear piling up and a distinct lack of food by Tuesday at the latest.

  Frowning, I looked up at the exposed floorboards above my head. It was too quiet. I couldn’t hear the kids fighting with each other, and I couldn’t hear my husband stomping about either. He had his own routine on the weekends, fixing the broken bits in our house that never seemed to want to work right, helping our friends with their computer issues, or playing around on the Internet.

  I’m not sure when the two of us had become so predictable, set in our ways. Maybe it came from having been together since high school, or simply because we were in survival mode, doing what had to be done just to make it to the next day. There was a time when we’d have sex on the kitchen floor, or over the back of the couch in the TV room. Long before the kids, the dogs, the mortgage, and two car payments.