Barbells at Christmas Page 3

  “You,” he said, interrupting her fascinated gaze.

  She wasn’t nearly as good. She bent and ripped at the laces on her sneakers and pulled them off without any sort of finesse or sensual desire. He didn’t seem to care. The moment her socks and shoes were off, he slipped his hands under his waistband and yanked his pants down, underwear and all.

  His cock sprang free of its prison, and Lisa forgot all about returning the favour.

  It was stunning. Not overly large, nor too small. Straight and stiff and at attention and beaded with precum. For her.

  Lisa fell to her knees and took it in her mouth.

  The moment her lips closed around it, he hissed, his hips bucking, and she smiled. He was hot, and he tasted like sweat. She probed the slit at the soft tip with her tongue, letting the sweet precum mix with her saliva as she swirled her mouth around the head. Then she pushed forward.

  He was perfectly still. She reached her arms around his hips and grabbed his ass, and she felt the trembling in his muscles as he struggled to keep himself from fucking her face. She wanted to make him lose control.

  Pressing her lips down, she moved forward.

  His cock slid into her mouth as she pushed towards his body. She’d never deep-throated a guy before, and here she was in a public place, trying her best. To her shock, she felt a thrill; it seemed so dirty, and yet so hot. Her pussy ached with anticipation and anxiety, and she hoped she could manage it.

  “Oh god, Lisa,” she heard him whisper just as his dick began to go down the back of her throat and her nose brushed the curls at the base. All she knew was the taste of his cock and the sweaty, spicy smell of his skin, the hard, flat abs in front of her, the quivering ass beneath her hands, the bite of the tiles against her knees, and her own aching groin. She pressed her thighs together, needing to relieve some of the aching pressure, and pulled back. His dick slid out of her mouth, wet with saliva. She took a breath and tried again as he whimpered in his throat. Someone could walk in on them at any moment, and she hoped they did, so they could see her reduce such a beautiful man to a quivering lump of desire with just a stroke of her tongue. She felt powerful and free.

  Her lips found the base of his dick, and he groaned. She had done it. Lisa pulled back and pressed forwards a third time, then a fourth and a fifth, trying to find a rhythm. She loved the feel of the veins in his cock pulsing against her tongue, loved the way the velvety skin slid over her lips and bunched at the base of his shaft. She loved the way his balls bounced as she swallowed him whole.

  She felt his fingers weave through her hair, but he didn’t pull her head towards him. Instead he pulled her away, helping her to her feet.

  “Oh god,” he whispered, and his voice was hoarse with need. “If you keep doing that I won’t have anything left for you.” He kissed her again and his arms were around her, his hands working away at the waistband of her pants, dipping under the elastic of her panties, and Lisa felt the cold air hit her heated flesh as he worked them down over her legs. His palms skated over her ass, and she felt his fingertips trail over the backs of her thighs and knees, pushing fabric before them, ghosting over her calves. Then she was stepping out of her pants and he was gazing up at her like she was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. Her mouth went dry.

  One slender, beautiful hand drifted up to the juncture of her thighs.

  “May I?” he asked.

  “I wish you would,” she gasped, and his thumb parted her aching lips, dipping into the hot, damp space where she wanted him most.

  She almost fell at the sensation that rocketed through her, the deep, dark pleasure spiralling through her limbs, winding down her arms and legs to pool in her fingertips and toes. To her surprise a cold, hard surface met her backside and she glanced behind her. The sinks. How did they get all the way over here? Did she care?

  His tongue met her clit.

  No. No, she didn’t care at all. She sagged, grateful for the support as his tongue flicked over the burning nub of flesh. A hand on her ankle, urging her to open wide for him. With a moan, Lisa lifted her leg. Stubble from his cheek rubbed over the tender skin of her inner thigh, and she looped her knee over his shoulder, her heel digging into his back as she urged him deeper.

  She jumped as she felt his fingertips part her lips and probe her entrance even as he suckled on her clit. Gently, he pushed a finger inside her, and curled it. She gasped.

  “Oh, sweet merciful—”

  She felt his lips curl into a smile against her as she doubled over. He withdrew his finger and replaced it with two, scissoring them wide as the tension mounted inside her. The sharp edge of the Formica sink bit into the skin of her hands, and it was a struggle to keep her eyes open, to watch his wide mouth and the dreamy concentration in his gaze. The hand not buried palm deep inside her moved slowly, rhythmically, and she knew he was stroking his cock, thinking of being surrounded by her wet heat. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

  She bit her lip, almost drawing blood as her thighs trembled. She was close now, very close, and each delicious thrust of his fingers pushed her higher and higher, and she was going to fall. Her toes curled, her back bowed, and her chest constricted as she inched closer and closer to the edge.

  “Oh--oh god, oh god, Angel--”

  Her body bore down on his fingers, on his tongue, and she shrieked with release. She was just a white hot ball of nerves, on fire and burning with abandon. He didn’t stop as she came, but continued to plumb her body, coaxing every last twitch of pleasure from her, his gentle mouth drawing her completion out until it was almost pain.

  “Stop. Oh, Jesus, stop,” she gasped.

  He pulled away from her with a smile, his long, slender fingers coated in her juices. Holding his gaze with those amazing brown eyes, he lowered his hand to his cock and wrapped it around the shaft, smearing her slickness over his velvety flesh. He stood, and she was gratified to see that he seemed to have as much trouble standing up straight as she did. He took her hand in his and gently led her to the shower. She watched, dazed, as he tossed aside one of the curtains and turned the handle, inviting a spray of warm water to cascade over his hand. He leant in and let his lips play on her neck for a moment, and she could have stood there forever as long, lazy ribbons of pleasure spooled out across her skin where his mouth met her flesh. He moved to her ear, and the feel of his warm, panting breath curling inside her head made her shiver and melt.

  “Get in,” he whispered. “I will be back in a moment.”

  What choice did she have? Lots of choices. She chose to do as he bid. The hot water hit her heated skin, and she could hardly tell the difference. All she cared was that he was backing away, across the locker room. His cock bounced with his steps, and while she couldn’t complain about the view, she felt quite deprived. He was too beautiful to just leave her like this. She needed that dick inside her. Her body felt hollow and bereft, hungry for something only he could give her. Her legs shook. He disappeared around a corner.

  Lisa let her hands wander over her body, linger over her breasts and dip into the still pulsing space between her thighs. It was almost painful without him here, and when he reappeared, she almost wept with relief. He had a condom in his hands, and he was biting his lip as he concentrated on opening it.

  She almost giggled. His fingers were trembling so badly he couldn’t get it open, so the moment he came within arm’s reach, she plucked it from his fingers. Startled, he looked up.

  She smiled at him, pinched it between thumb and forefinger, and peeled it open. Reaching into the wrapper, she pulled the little circle of latex out and squeezed the tip. Then she knelt down and placed it on the end of his dick. Never taking her eyes from his, she rolled it down his shaft, and when she reached the base, he let out a sigh and sagged against the wall.

  One hand alighted on her cheek, and he leant in and kissed her.

  “Ready?” he murmured.

  She couldn’t even speak, so she just nodded. His calloused palms
settled over her shoulders and he turned her around and moved her to the wall. She leant against it, the tile cool against her elbows. The warm spray of the shower cascaded over her back, and she felt his full lips move over her skin, kissing a path from one shoulder to the other, then down her spine, inch by inch, tongue swirling over each ridge of her backbone, tasting her. His warm hands smoothed over her breasts, pausing to pluck at her nipples, then continued down to her waist where he parted the cheeks of her ass. She felt the tip of his cock nudge her pussy lips, his thick-muscled thighs brushing against her own, the hair dusting them tickling her skin. Her core pulsed, an echo of her orgasm, and a promise of another to come.

  “May I?”

  His voice was warm and rich and she couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “If you don’t, I’m going to hold you under the water and do it myself,” she groaned.

  He didn’t even chuckle. Instead he pushed forward.

  Lisa held her breath as he parted her, slicing into her body in a welcome invasion. The head of his penis cleared her entrance and she gasped as her flesh stretched and moved around him, inviting him further in. She was swollen and full, and he was filling her more, the shaft of his cock sliding inside, easing the hollow ache. Slowly he impaled her, and she swallowed, her heart pounding in her ears.

  At last she felt the soft hair of his pubes brush her ass and the skin of his scrotum run up against her clit, and he was completely inside her. He let out a shuddering breath and let his forehead fall against her shoulder.

  “You feel so good,” he murmured over the sound of falling water, and she responded with a shaky laugh.

  “Back at you,” she said, and he began to move.

  Lisa felt like she was flying. Her thighs quivered with the effort of holding still as he ground into her, her fingernails scrabbling at the tile as she gasped for air. Then his fingers were on her clit again and he rolled the swollen nub of flesh between them as he pumped in and out of her, trying to coax her into coming a second time.

  “Oh god, that feels good,” she gasped as he spread her juices between her lips. Their tandem breaths echoed off the walls, and her pussy bore down on him as her body began to respond to his ministrations.

  The water, the heat, his breath, the cold air seeping in from the locker room outside their ceramic cocoon—she felt it all. Felt the sudden building pressure in her pelvis, his fingers, his tongue, his mouth, his cock, his thighs, his balls. Heard his cries, felt his teeth and her shaking legs, her straining limbs, her thundering heart as his hips rolled against her in an ancient rhythm.

  “Don’t stop!” she cried. She couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything but the delicious sensation of his cock moving in her and his hands artfully drawing her desire out. She reached for the sky as she moved with him. She was crawling out of her skin on a pleasure high, her mind unable to bear it, and when he gave her clit a final, quick rub, she shrieked again. The wave crested and washed over her. She was tumbling over and under, drowning in it, and somewhere far away, he gave his own strangled cry and bucked, stuttered and started, stuttered and stopped against her, and his arms held her close as he came.

  Slowly, the world faded back in. He was breathing hard against her back, and she just wanted to turn around and kiss him.

  Then someone coughed.

  Someone who wasn’t either of them.

  They both stiffened and froze. Lisa looked at him over her shoulder, and his wide eyes stared back at her.

  “Oh shit,” she mouthed. They were busted.

  This was so hot.

  She started to grin and opened her mouth to make a loud, embarrassing moan, but he looked scared and brought a finger to his lips.

  Out in the locker room, their secret watcher coughed again and shuffled very loudly as they exited. Lisa heard something rolling over the floor. It must have been the janitor, come to clean up.

  Angel grasped the base of his cock and slid out of her, swallowing hard, and she felt another delicious contraction in her pussy, the ghost of her orgasm causing her toes to curl. She was sopping wet, inside and out, and she could barely stand as he stepped back.

  “You should go first,” he whispered to her, which sort of made sense. They were in the ladies locker room, after all.

  She bit her lip and nodded, slipping past him and out of the shower stall. Craning her neck, she glanced around.

  “Coast clear,” she said softly.

  “My clothes?”

  The words sounded strangled and Lisa grinned. Poor guy. She hoped he didn’t get fired for this.

  The chill air shimmied up and down her skin as she darted across the floor, gathering garments, pulling her panties and gym pants on as she hopped first on one foot, then the other. She didn’t bother putting her bra back on, just tugged her shirt over her head and stuffed her bare feet into her shoes as she trotted back to the shower.

  “Here,” she said, thrusting his clothes inside the stall.

  “Thank you.” His voice was strained. “You’d better go.”

  Stung, Lisa peeked around the shower curtain. He stood in the middle of the tile floor, as bedraggled as a drowned kitten. “You sure?”

  He looked like he was about to say something, but then just nodded. “Will you distract them while I get back to the weights? I could get in very big trouble.”

  Understandable, Lisa thought. All right. She could be a big girl about this. She nodded as he frantically began to pull his clothes on and gave her a look of gratitude that made it almost worth it.

  She knew this was a fun little fling, a Christmas Eve thing between two lonely people. Nothing more. Of course she knew that.

  That didn’t stop her from sighing a little as she retrieved her gym bag from her locker and fiddling with it until he emerged from the shower.

  “Follow my lead,” she told him in a chipper voice she didn’t feel, and waltzed out of the locker room.

  The janitor was standing in front of the men’s locker room, tapping her foot. Lisa was extremely grateful she was a woman. She was old, with white hair, like a grandmother. For some reason, this made Lisa want to giggle more.

  She plastered a grin across her face and approached the old lady, keeping their eyes locked until she was past her. To her relief, the old woman followed her, turning away from the locker room.

  Lisa stopped walking and stepped in close, lowering her voice.

  “Sorry,” she told her. “You won’t...you know, tell anyone about my little solo career in there, will you?”

  The old woman stared. Behind her, Angel slipped out of the locker room and sprinted across the basketball court.

  “Solo career?”the old woman said.

  “You know,” Lisa tried, “sometimes it gets lonely around the holidays.” Yes, yes, nice cliché, she thought, that’ll be a hit with the Academy. They love that schmaltzy stuff.

  Then, to her shock, the old woman gave her a wink so quick she almost didn’t see it and said, very clearly, “Hmmph.” She turned away, pulling her cart behind her. Lisa couldn’t even see Angel any more. He was safe.

  “Merry Christmas!” she called to the old woman.

  The old woman raised a hand and Lisa grinned and made a break for it. She jogged to the front of the gym, pushed open the door, and darted outside, her face burning, but for once it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was from satisfaction.

  Chapter Three

  Lisa cracked an eye open around noon on Christmas day and wondered why she felt so sore. She felt like she’d danced with a train, and the train won. Dancing wasn’t even supposed to be a contact sport. That was how good this train had been. Like Fred Astaire with twenty-ton steel-toed boots.

  Well played, my steam-powered nemesis, Lisa thought. Then she thought: Wow, do I need coffee or what? She rolled out of bed.

  It was hard to walk. It was usually hard to walk after a trip to the gym. Did she go to the gym yesterday? Dim memories of pounding the treadmill and doing squats filtered down through her sl
eep-fogged brain as she stumbled from her room into her dull little flat. She paused in her office area, which was just a desk in what was supposed to be her breakfast nook. Things were a mess, which was weird because she was usually pretty neat. Rick was a bit on the OCD side and kept things tidy.

  Rick. Wait. He’d broken up with her.

  Fuck.

  Lisa sighed. So that’s why she’d been at the gym on a holiday, and that’s why Rick wasn’t here now. His unopened presents--just two, thank god, and she was going to have to return them, curses--sat on her unused fireplace. She didn’t have any presents. She’d opened all the ones her friends had given her at the office, anticipating a nice little Christmas with her mother and her boyfriend, before that was all shot to hell.

  She really needed coffee. Preferably with something alcoholic in it. Maybe later she’d go down to the corner store and get some eggnog, with extra nog, because that was what successful, well-adjusted people did on Christmas. She trudged to the refrigerator and stretched up to reach the bottle of Bailey’s that sat on top.

  A vision of herself flattened against the gym’s shower wall flashed across her brain. Delicious, dark arms circled her straining body as she rode the hottest personal trainer in the history of mankind to an explosive orgasm and oh my god.

  Lisa pressed a hand to her suddenly burning face as everything came flooding back. Angel’s smile, his hands and mouth and fingertips, what they did in the locker room at her gym, what she would have done, the janitor coming in, the thrill of being caught and two best orgasms she’d ever had—all of it swept over her in a wave, and she didn’t know if she should collapse in embarrassment or stick her fingers down her panties and live off the greatest memory she had ever made.

  I can never go back, she thought. Never, never. I have to change my name. Cut my hair. Get a face tattoo. Move to Vietnam and tend my own little rice paddy because I can’t believe I freaking did that!