I nod and guard up. I don’t know which direction to go first but I figure I’m right handed so he would expect me to lead with that one, but I don’t know how to throw a punch with my left and it feels awkward when I lift it.
“Well…are we going to be here all day? Talk about fighting like a girl…” he teases.
Fine, he wants to see what I’m made of, then I plan to show him. My right hand flies up, striking the pad with such force it sends his arm flying backwards. His grin tells me that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Good. Another.”
I punch left then right, repeating over and over in different patterns to try and catch him out. The thud of the gloves hitting the pads is exhilarating and I find myself trying to hit with more force and more determination each time. I throw my whole shoulder into each strike and each time he just nods, encouraging me to continue.
A slight pause between sets and I fake wiping my brow with my forearm. He does exactly as I suspect and drops his guard, just a little, and I strike hard and fast. It not only catches him off guard, it knocks him off balance. I see the shock register on his face as he struggles to compose himself, but it’s too late. He hits the mat with a crash.
I nearly fall over with laughter, laughing so hard that my sides start to hurt and I buckle to my knees. I can’t talk. Every time I think I have it under control, another bout of laughter hits me.
He looks at me in disbelief. He either can’t believe that I decked him, or he’s pissed that I find it so funny. I fall back on the mat, my stomach tight from the physical exertion as well as the belly laughter. “I’m sorry,” I manage to offer.
He moves from sitting where he landed on his ass, to straddling me in a blink. I gasp as he surprises me and pins me with his hard stare. “You’re not sorry, that was premeditated.”
“I am sorry!” I try to convince him.
“Not only was it premeditated…” His hard façade slips and his eyes fill with lust. “It was fucking hot.” His lips crush mine and his tongue pushes past my teeth. He’s unapologetic with his assault, claiming my mouth.
Claiming me.
I’m a willing participant and it surprises me that I not only want to be claimed, I want to claim him too.
My tongue fights against his, a battle of who wants who the most. My hands tangle in his tank, pulling it up past his waist soI can feel all the hard planes that have been taunting me for the last twenty minutes. I trail a hand to the waistband of his track pants and push my way in. His erection is hard, hot and pushing into my palm. He hisses in a breath when I make contact and he glances up at the mirrors lining the wall. It’s only then that I remember that this is not a private gymnasium. It’s a public facility, one of which anyone could walk into at any time.
“Shit,” I murmur, pulling my hand out of his pants. “We can’t do this here!” I say before trying to wriggle out from underneath him.
“Why not?”
“Because anyone could come in at any time. I don’t know about you, but I’m not into exhibitionism,” I bite.
Amusement flickers in those mesmerizing eyes of his “The only person I want to watch is you, Ari. No one will be walking in until I’ve finished with you.”
“But it’s a public place. How do you know that?”
His lips seal mine, trapping my words and almost making me forget what I was protesting about. He breaks the kiss to drag his tongue along my jaw, upwards until he reaches my earlobe. “I’ve locked the world out, Stunner. Those shorts of yours are far too scant for the eyes of anyone else,” he growls softly. “The only person who will be watching when I’m inside you is me.” He pauses to pinch my earlobe with his teeth “And you.”
The only part that registers is the fact that we’re locked in, and everyone else is locked out.
Nothing is standing in my way.
He rolls to his side, then onto his back, pulling me with him so I’m now straddling his hips. His hands push up the side of my waist, taking with them my tank, pushing it up over the curve of my breasts and forcing me to raise my arms. He pulls it off completely and tosses it aside. With a flick of his wrist, he has mybra unhooked and removed, disposing of it the same way he did my tank.
“Stunning…simply stunning…” he mutters, running his hands over my chest and cupping my breasts with his hands, trapping my nipples with his thumbs. He squeezes gently at first then harder and I feel a jolt to my core. “Does that make you wet, Ari?” he asks. I nod. “Tell me. Does it make you wet for me, Stunner?”
“Yes, I’m wet for you…” I admit.
“Take off your shorts.” It’s a straight out order.
I stand over him, still astride his hips and slide my shorts down kicking them off one leg at a time. He pushes down his pants just far enough to let his erection spring free before I lower myself back down to him, placing my hands aside his head and hovering my body over his. I kiss him gently, teasingly, before becoming more insistent and feeling more empowered by the second. I take his length in my hand and stroke him from base to tip. He groans into my mouth and I feel his cock harden under my touch. I am in control and I like it.
My lips leave his and I miss them instantly but I know that where I’m about to go next will be just as rewarding. I shock myself at the level of desire I have to taste him. It’s not something that has ever interested me before, but my mouth is watering at the very thought of it. I kiss my way down his chest, following the light dusting of hair down his stomach and coming to the V that tempts my eyes every time it is bared. My tongue snakes out involuntarily and I lick my path to his erection before taking him in my mouth. I open my throat and take him as far as I can go in one move.
He tastes of sweet and salt, all man and no apologies.
“Fuck…Ari, that’s…fuck…” he rasps, his head hitting the matting as he lets it fall back.
