5 Bikers for Valentines

“I feel so damn weak,” he said.

“You’re not.”

“It’s two pounds!” he yelled.

“And next week, it’ll be five,” I said. “Then, ten. Then, fifty. You’ll get back to your old self again, okay? It just takes time.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Okay.” He said it, but I wasn’t sure that he believed it.

“And you said I was never positive.” I snorted.

He smiled weakly and let out a half-laugh. It was progress.

I tried to keep his mood light as he tried the weights a few more times. After that, we did a couple laps on the bars and then, he was done.

Our PT sessions had become harder each week. I knew Caleb was really starting to feel the resistance. He was almost finished, which was when most patients wanted to give up. I knew Caleb too well to think he’d ever go down that path. He’d rip himself apart before he would walk away from a challenge.

As I watched him towel off his face, I couldn’t help but feel a burning desire in the pit of my stomach. My legs felt weak as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed and his face flush from the workout. I trailed my eyes down his chest to his legs. The scar on his injured leg was still visible, and I longed to run my finger over it.

My heart was racing, and I felt sweaty by the time he opened his eyes. We looked at each other, and I knew he was reading my mind. His eyes trailed down to my breasts and stayed there for a second. When he looked back at my face, I was hotter than ever.

“Maybe we should get out of here,” I said softly.

“My place?” he asked, already getting to his feet.

I nodded and led the way outside.

***

Caleb kept his hand on my thigh the entire drive back to his place. I was trembling with desire. He trailed his fingers up my leg to my hip. I was wearing jeans so I could barely feel his touch but it was enough. My body was alive with energy. I wanted him more than I ever had.

When we got back to his place, we didn’t waste any time talking. We flew through the front door and moved straight to his bedroom. Our minds were focused on one thing and one thing only.

“Come here,” Caleb said, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me against him.

His lips were hard against mine. They moved with an urgency that sent a pool of desire flooding into my panties. I moaned against his mouth, opening my own to take in this tongue.

When our tongues met, I shook uncontrollably and pulled him closer. My hands were in his hair, on his back, sliding down to his ass. They were everywhere. I couldn’t get enough of his hard, muscular body.

When he pushed me backward on the bed, I bounced slightly, and he grinned at the sight. His eyes were dark with a desperate hunger. He moved forward like a predator stalking its prey and ripped my jeans from my body. He pulled my panties down and dove between my legs.

“Holy shit,” I moaned and gripped the bedsheets with both hands.

Caleb’s tongue was on my clit in an instant, moving so fast I barely knew what was happening. I felt waves of pleasure washing through me. My legs wrapped themselves around Caleb’s head as he moaned against my pussy. His tongue slid down, slipping inside my wet folds, then darting back up to my clit.

“Fuck,” I said breathlessly. “Caleb.”

His tongue moved faster, and soon, I was screaming out his name and writhing against the bed.

“Caleb! Oh fuck! Yes!”

My orgasm came fast and hard, rushing through me like an intoxicating shot of adrenaline.

He lifted his head up and grinned, already sliding up my body to reclaim my lips. This kiss was harder than the last. His tongue slid forcefully into my mouth, and I tasted my juices on his lips. I moaned and kissed him back, wrapping my legs around him.

He stood up to strip his clothes off. I watched him move, staring at his body with an animalistic interest. When his rock-hard cock sprung free from his boxers, I moaned and silently begged him to take me. My legs spread for him but he just shook his head and pulled me up.

He stood in front of me and lifted my shirt over my head. I took off my bra and looked at him expectantly. He leaned down to kiss me again. When he pulled away, his cock was right there, ready to take the place of his lips.