Lennox (29 page)

She nods and turns, her body even more erotic in movement. The sway
of her ass makes me grit my teeth. My heart thumps like a revved
engine, her silhouette magnetizing every muscle in my body. This time
I don’t need to push the thoughts away – I couldn’t
think straight if I tried.

I follow her toward the massage room, swaggering with the loose power
of muscles after a workout. She looks back over her shoulder just
before opening the door, her blonde ponytail flicking over her
shoulder, and winks before sliding inside.

“Close the do—” she starts, but I pounce like a
predator spotting its window of attack, nothing but lust, impulse,
and nature controlling me now. In a single motion I slam the door
shut with one hand, push her up against it front-first, and press my
groin hard against her ass. Her surprised gasp turns into a throaty
giggle.

Now that I’ve got her where I want her, I’m as slow as I
was quick. I wrap my hands around her waist, brushing my fingers
lightly against her exposed midriff. I close my eyes, let the
electricity between our skin guide me. I press my face against the
side of her head, letting the scent of her drive my body wild,
pulling away teasingly after every touch.

“I like your style, Brando,” she says, turning her head
to shoot me a sultry stare.

“How do you know my name?” I hum into her ear as I slide
my hands slowly up her stomach, under her top and between her heaving
breasts.

She puts her palms higher on the door, steadying herself and pressing
back into my body.

“You’ve got a reputation.”

I taste the nape of her neck, eliciting a deep moan from her that
tugs at my balls harder than a magnet.

“What reputation?”

She laughs lightly, in between the stuttered sighs and gasps that she
responds to my every touch with.

“Big…bold…brash…Brando.” As I lift
her tight top up over her breasts with one hand, my other snakes down
her pants to find the wet line of her pussy. “Half the girls in
my yoga class want to fuck you…and the other half claim they
already have.”

I run my tongue down her neck, tasting the tender, pale skin. Her
nipple hardens under the gentle touch of my fingers, pinching
lightly, palm tracing the flawless shape of her breast.

“You girls really like to talk,” I say, before taking her
earlobe between my teeth.

“I had to see for myself if the rumors are true. This is just
research,” she says. I feel a tremble between her thighs as my
finger moves slowly over her clit, brushing it until I feel her
backing into me with a sharp intake of breath.

“Then I’ll assist any way I can,” I tell her,
giving her clit a firm, steady press with my palm as I slide a thick
finger deep into her slick pussy.

“Fuck,” she moans, leaning into it. I work my finger back
and forth inside her, agonizingly slow, until she’s panting
heavily and writhing against me. “More,” she begs.

I spin her around to face me. She tears her top off the rest of the
way, breasts bouncing back into firm shape, and eyes me like I’m
a three-course meal and she’s fresh off a hunger strike. Then
she pulls my mouth onto hers and swirls her tongue aggressively
around mine. It’s more like martial arts than making out, but
I’m not complaining. I run my hands down the taut skin of her
sides, grab her breasts, feeling every curve so thoroughly I could
sculpt her. We back and forth with our tongues, pushing and pulling,
lashing and biting. Striking the sparks of the oncoming flames.

“It’s no secret,” I say, pulling her toward me as I
back off and sit on the massage table, “that I love women. What
else do you need to know?”

I pull off my shirt, and she spends a full five seconds staring at my
chest with her mouth open. I slide my shorts down while she watches,
her eyes glazing with lust. “I think I have everything I need
right here,” she finally manages. “All that’s left
is a little field work.”

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a condom. I put it on while
she peels off the second skin of her spandex pants.

“Welcome to the field,” I say, as she straddles me on the
massage table.

She cups my face in her hands and thrusts her tongue into my mouth,
pulling away only to bury her teeth into my neck. I let out a hiss
and wrap my lips around her nipple, rolling my tongue around it like
it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, teeth biting
just enough to make her shake. She moans as she hugs me tight to her
chest, rolling her clit up and down the shaft of my cock.

I lose myself in her curves, hands tracing the arch of her back as
her pussy winds up against my cock harder and faster as she starts
losing all restraint. She moans in short, sharp bursts, and I feel
the hum of her voice as I move my mouth from one breast to another.

“Slow down, baby,” I tell her. “You gotta let
yourself enjoy it.”

She laughs wildly, looking down at me as I grip her ass tightly and
maneuver her over my cock. Her pussy is ready and wet as it presses
against me, and I read the expression on her face like a dirty novel,
all drugged eyes and strained pleasure. She squeezes the head of my
cock between her lips, pulling me into her, but I hold her off,
tantalizingly close, but not there yet.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, when her eyes go
pleading.

“I want—” She gulps deeply, all the playfulness
gone out of her now, replaced with fierce need, and speaks between
pants. “I want you. Inside me.”

I let her take a little more, and she releases another low, vibrating
moan.

“Tell me,” I command.

Her eyes narrow, the pupils dilated. “I want your dick.”

“Again.”

“I want your big, hard dick. All of it. Right now.”

I adjust my grip on her ass to let her take my full length and she
slides down onto it, her moans turning into squeals of helpless
delight. She bounces like she’s riding a horse, her body taking
over, moving up and down on my cock according to the thousands of
sweet sensations that emanate from our connection. I let her get her
fill for a few minutes and then take charge, grabbing her ponytail in
my fist and pulling her head back.

“Don’t move,” I say. I ease out of her slowly and
she whimpers in protest.

“Wh—”

With no warning I slam back into her, both of us groaning as I plunge
into the depths of her tight, hot sweetness. Then I hold her steady
and fuck her with everything I’ve got, turning in a performance
worthy of a major award. As we find our rhythm she convulses and
sways like a girl possessed, whispering obscenities and encouragement
in between her moans. I run my tongue up the tender spots between her
breasts, pumping with all the determination of a champion racehorse.
I focus on the sensations radiating from my dick, finding a oneness
with the zen of the energy building between us. My hands stroke the
curve of her thighs as she bucks wildly on me, matching my power with
every harder, deeper thrust.

When she comes there’s no missing it. She throws her body
forward onto me with a desperate cry, head over my shoulder, hands
clawing against my back as I keep on gliding in and out, relentless,
relishing the convulsions shuddering around my cock. Her stomach
curves in and out like a booming subwoofer, the orgasm washing over
her like sea waves.

I let myself feel the pressure of her pussy, the softness of her
breasts, the tightness of her thighs around my waist, and let go of
the tension I’ve been clutching since she first touched me. I
cum in a hard, pounding rush as she’s letting out the last,
gentle moans of a hard fuck. The long breaths of someone returning to
their senses.

“Did your research find I’m worthy of my reputation?”
I ask after a few moments, blinking myself back to reality as the
blood returns to my head.

“That and more.”

A minute later I’m helping her pull those tight pants up the
last few inches of her gut-punchingly good ass. I take my time –
it’s good enough to make me consider another round already. She
turns around and puts a hand against my cheek.

“How about coming back to mine?”

I glance at her with an apologetic shake of the head as I lace up my
shoes. “Sorry. I’m heading out to meet a friend tonight.”

She leans up against the door. “Aren’t you tired? All
that bench-pressing...I could give you that massage I promised.”

“I tend to make bad decisions when I’m tired.”

“Not going home with me is a
very
bad decision,”
she says, her voice loaded with promises.

“I’m sure it is,” I say, drawing close to her and
opening the door a little.

She steps aside, an expression that says ‘your loss’
written all over her face. “You know…”

I pause and turn back toward her. “Yeah?”

“You might want to consider fucking the other half of my
class.”

“Why’s that?”

“I really think it’d help them, you know, balance their
chi. Give them a better feel for that whole mind-body connection.”

“I’ll take it under consideration,” I grin,
breezing out the door. Like I need any encouragement.