“Yes,” she cried out.
I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed in time with my pumping finger. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, I touch myself while thinking about you,” she admitted. There was a desperation in her voice, and I knew just what she was needy for.
I pulled my hand away, and she let out a soft cry of protest. I ripped open the condom and quickly rolled it on while she shed her bra. Lining myself up at her entrance, I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth at the same time that I drove my hip forward, burying myself inside her.
She gripped my shoulders so tightly that I thought her fingernails might cut me open, but I didn’t mind. I like a sharp little bite of pain to go with my pleasure. It just made everything feel even better.
I started to move in and out, slowly at first, but then building momentum until I was pounding her into the mattress. She met me at every thrust, taking everything I had to give and crying out for more. Every gasp and moan was music to my ears, and I couldn’t get enough of the way she shuddered with pleasure. She was so damn hot when she did that, and I wasn’t sure how long I could stand it without coming.
But I was a big believer in ladies first. So, I gritted my teeth and kept going until a fine sheen of sweat coated both of our bodies.
“On my god, Trainer. I’m… I’m… Fuck, I’m coming. Trainer!”
Erica’s orgasm hit, and she screamed my name. It was fucking incredible to know that I had given her so much pleasure. Then, her tight, wet heat started to convulse around my cock, as if trying to milk it. That was it, no more holding back as I exploded. A primal, guttural sound escaped me as I let loose.
I collapsed onto the bed beside Erica afterward. All my strength left my body, sapped by the powerful climax I’d just experienced.
I gathered Erica into my arms and kissed her forehead. We laid there quietly for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of our union. I was just thinking that I needed to go into the bathroom and deal with the condom when Erica sat up in bed with a gasp.
“Oh, shit. The steaks!”
She started to scramble out of bed, but I reached out and stopped her. “Don’t worry, I took care of that when I came in. I moved them off the heat, or what was left of them, anyway, and I turned the oven off.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe I did that.” She lowered her head and rubbed her temples.
“Well, you were pretty shaken up,” I reasoned.
“Yeah,” she agreed, “There’s still a part of me that thinks I should get out of here, run somewhere new, and hope he doesn’t find me, but I can’t be happy that way. I think that’s why I fell to pieces when he called. I had let my guard down here and allowed myself happiness. I’ve been thinking about a future,” she reached over and took my hand, intertwining our fingers. “Then, my ugly past came back up and reminded me that I can’t move on until that’s dealt with.”
“So, what do you want to do?”
“I’ll stay,” she said, not sounding completely sure. “But I’m not sure what to do about Jeff, yet.”
“You’ll figure it out. And I’ll be here to support you.” It was on the tip of my tongue to say three little words that were way too early. I surprised even myself with that one, but it felt right somehow.
Erica and I salvaged what we could of dinner, eating in bed, and talking about anything that wasn’t Jeff. Erica wanted an escape, and I gave it to her. Then later, I gave myself a treat by taking my time with her and exploring her whole body with my mouth and hands. She was amazing.
Twenty
Erica
I was starting to think that I might love Trainer. I told myself that I was crazy, that it was too soon, but that didn’t change the way that my heart stuttered just from being near him. There was no stopping these feelings. I was crazy about him. The evidence was in what happened last night. I didn’t think anyone else in the world could have cut through my panic the way he did.
I woke up first this morning, which had never happened before. In the days that I had been staying at Trainer’s apartment, he woke up before me every day. I assumed he was one of those morning people that I would never understand.
When I turned over in bed and saw that he was still out like a light, I took a few minutes to study his face. His naturally tanned skin was smooth, and his lips plump. His beard was full, but he kept it clean and trimmed. I never would have thought that I would be attracted to a bearded man, as it had never been my type before, but it worked for him, adding to the sexy biker vibe that he had going on. I smiled as I watched him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. It almost made him look younger even.
He was still naked from our activities the night before, and I let my eyes wander down his chest, noting a long, thin scar on his right pectoral. I wondered what it was. A knife wound, maybe? His full sleeve tattoo actually started on his chest as a series of swirls and curves that became tighter and interlocked together along his shoulder. Then shapes started to form along his bicep. I saw motorcycles, skulls, the Outlaw Souls logo, and what looked like tools, maybe. The images were all in black and grey, and they ended at his wrist. The more I looked at it, the more I saw.
“What are you staring at so intently?” Trainer asked, startling me. He had woken up at some point.
I smiled. “Just trying to get a good look in the light of day,” I said, tracing the edge of a skull on his forearm with the tip of my finger. “What would you think if I got a tattoo?”
“That’d be fucking hot.”
“Does it hurt really bad?”
