Okay, I was mostly hoping to hear from Trainer.
But there was nothing. I frowned and shoved the thing back into my gym bag as I headed to the locker room. I rounded a corner and saw the source of the thumping. My mouth went dry as I watched Trainer working on a punching bag, beating the crap out of it. His body was channeling more power than I would have thought possible as he threw punch after punch at the heavy bag, making the chains that connected it the floor and ceiling rattle.
He hadn’t seen me yet. His concentration was so fierce on the punching bag. There was something hostile in his expression. Something was wrong.
Before I could decide how to approach him, Trainer pivoted around the punching bag on the balls of his feet. His arms were still raised to continue throwing punches, but when he saw me standing there, he froze. His big body was unmoving except for his chest that pumped up and down with his heavy breaths. His eyes widened slightly as he took me in.
“Uh, I didn’t mean to interrupt-”
I stopped speaking as he took a step toward me. That menacing quality I sensed before remained, and I had the vague thought that I should be afraid, but I wasn’t. Instead, I wanted him more than ever.
Trainer stalked across the blue mat beneath our feet, not stopping until barely an inch of space separated us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, warming my own. I tilted my head back to look up into his face. He looked less angry, but there was a lingering darkness that I wanted to make disappear.
Trainer ran the tips of his fingers up my arm, the barely-there touch leaving behind goosebumps. “Meet me outside in ten minutes.”
I couldn’t seem to breathe, so I just nodded. Trainer pecked my lips before stepping around me, and went into the Men’s locker room. I stood there for a beat, in a daze. Then, I snapped out of it and hurried into the Women’s locker room.
While showering, I tried not to linger on my most sensitive parts. My nipples were hardened nubs, and my clit felt swollen. Images of Trainer’s muscled body ran through my mind.
I was outside in exactly ten minutes, with my wet hair pulled back with a hair tie. I stepped out into the parking lot, looking around until I spotted him already waiting for me, leaning against my car. As I drew closer to him, the smell of sandalwood reached me.
Once I was within arms reach, Trainer dragged my body into his, crushing my mouth with his own. I melted into him, surrendering as he took what he wanted… what we both needed. By the time he pulled away, I was yearning for more.
“Do you have time?” he asked. I checked my phone. Five-Twenty. I showed Trainer.
“I have to pick up Dominic at six.”
He nodded. “Not enough time. But I have to have a taste.” Trainer took my car keys out of my hand and got into the passenger seat. “Get in the back.”
I did, and Trainer started up the car, only to drive it around to the back of the building, out of sight of the road. He parked next to a metal door with an EXIT sign hanging above it. I looked around. With the position of the large dumpster and the L-shape of the building, we had as much privacy as possible here. As Trainer put the car in park and climbed into the backseat with me, I felt a small thrill at the knowledge that we were technically in public. It might be unlikely, but we could get caught, and that reality made my lust surge forward.
When Trainer had the door closed behind him, I boldly straddled him and pressed my lips to his once again. The hard evidence of his desire pressed against me, creating a glorious friction as I rubbed myself back and forth against him. Trainer’s hands landed on my hips before going underneath my shirt. His calloused hands against my bare back made a shiver travel down my spine.
“So fucking soft,” he murmured as he broke our kiss to trail kisses across my cheek and down my neck. His beard was soft against my skin.
I reached down to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. The red satin bra I had just put on had a front clasp, so I opened it. Trainer wasted no time leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth while bringing his hand forward to cup my other breast.
I gasped as he sucked lightly on my nipple, sending waves of pleasure straight to the juncture between my thighs. My hands went to his hair as he switched to my other breast, giving it the same lavish attention.
By now, my hips were thrusting wildly as I searched for a release, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him than the outline of his erection in his jeans.
“Trainer…” I didn’t know how to put my need into words, but he seemed to understand. Moving me as if I were weightless, Trainer sat me sideways onto the seat with my back pressed up against the door.
Trainer crouched down in front of me, somehow cramming his big body onto the rest of the backseat. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but he didn’t seem to care at all. As his hands trailed up my legs, the heated look in his eyes said that he was exactly where he wanted to be.
I had never been so happy to be wearing a skirt in my life. In fact, I was seriously considering trading in every pair of jeans I owned for more skirts and dresses so that he could always have easy access.
Trainer’s lips left a trail of kisses along my inner thigh as he pushed my skirt up around my waist. Lifting my legs, he threw them over his shoulders, angling my hips in just the right way to allow him full access to my pussy. Pulling my panties to the side, he licked up my center, drawing a long moan from my lips.
Trainer was talented. There was no doubt about that. As he buried his face between my legs, I came undone. Legs shaking, I groaned and cried out in pleasure. He built up my ecstasy higher and higher until I was right on the edge of completion.
“Trainer, please… I need more,” my voice was breathless and needy.
Flicking my clit with his tongue, Trainer inserted a single, thick finger inside of me.
That was it. My orgasm slammed into me, and I found myself calling out his name like a prayer while I thrust my hands into his hair, pulling his face closer. Trainer lapped at me, taking his time as I rode out the climax.
Finally, I collapsed against the door, feeling boneless. Trainer lifted his head and looked at me with a wicked grin. My heart skittered as I saw the satisfaction in his face. This man had just given me the best orgasm of my life, and he was looking at me like I had givenhima gift.
