“Fuck me.”
“Oh, I’ve been trying to do exactly that. Instead, I went home and went four rounds with Lucifer before I could get to sleep.”
Kendra stood, turned her back to me, showing off her perfect, tight, little ass, and made a production of smoothing out her towel to cover the bench. When she was satisfied, she sat back down, leaned back, and spread her legsjust enough for me to see the dusting of manicured, red curls.
“You’re describing me every night since I met you.”
“Sounds like torture.” Fuuuuuck. My dick twitched, a reminder of just how left out it had felt when I sent Kendra home wanting. She cupped her breasts. Not even enough to fill her tiny hands, but oh, so perfect. Her mouth hung slack as she pinched her nipples between both her thumbs and forefingers.
I swallowed hard and released the knot on my towel, pushing it aside so she could see exactly how tortured I was. She licked her lips, staring hungrily at my dick.
“Jonathan—”
My God, I loved it when she used my real name. So did my dick. I was painfully hard, and it begged for some action. She traced her fingertips down her body, spread her legs wide, and placed her heels on the bench so I could see everything as her finger circled her clit. Her control was only a facade, ruined by the evidence to the contrary as her toned stomach rippled in time with her breath.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
“I want to watch you touch yourself, too.” Her breath was heavy, and it caused her voice to crack. As she slipped one finger inside her pussy, my control snapped.
My fist wrapped around my cock; her pupils were blown wide, with only a small ring of cornflower blue showing. She bit her lower lip and watched every stroke.
“Two fingers, Kendra. Don’t be shy.” She immediately responded and followed my demands. Fuck, I could already feel my balls tighten. The weeks of wanting Kendra, teasingher, had only caused me to be strung so tight I was ready to burst.
When Kendra cried out, “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I lost it. Thick ropes of cum made an absolute mess of my towel.
After taking a minute to regain her breathing, she withdrew her fingers and licked them clean. Wrapped in her towel, she stood and approached my side of the sauna. She swirled her perfectly manicured fingers in the cum on my leg and tasted it too.
“Hmm, a pretty good mix. Gotta run. Can’t be late.”
I was left speechless in the sauna, staring at the door with my dick hardening again, unable to think of anything other than what had just happened.
TWENTY-THREE
kendra
I ranfrom the sauna and slipped into the women’s locker room. It was only once I was under the spray of the hot shower that I was able to absorb what had just happened.
As I toweled off, I checked my phone. Three meetings had been added to my calendar, the first of which was a 1:1 with Jonathan.
Interesting. After what we’d done, my mind sank right into the gutter. I rushed to dress, smirking at the pencil skirt I had brought with the sole purpose of driving the boss wild. And now he knew exactly what I had under the skirt. I would be lying if I claimed not to know Jonathan would be in the sauna when I opened the door. But everything that happened afterwards had been completely unscripted.
Unscripted, but now very much a part of my future masturbatory repertoire.
Me: I have it bad.
Kelsey: Really? I’ll be back next Friday. Can we have a morning run on Saturday? Or is it something you need to talk about right away?
I usually needed to check the weather before I committed. I didn’t mind cold-weather runs, but Kelsey never canceled. Snow, sleet, and pouring rain were just added endurance challenges for her.
Me: It can wait.
Me: You got it. I’ll meet at our usual spot.
Me: Enjoy your honeymoon, and I’ll see you soon.
Kelsey: Did Kylie call a family dinner for any particular reason?
Nope. Not getting into this. This was Kylie’s news to break; she could tell the family about her relationship with Luc on her own.
