The Wild Side (The Wild Side 1)

I blinked very slowly, at a loss.  Could that really have happened?  Had I been so oblivious, so locked up in my own head that she’d had to prance around almost na**d before I’d looked up?

The more I thought about it, that did sound like me.  I didn’t feel good about it, but I could see it happening.

“I’m an ass.  I’m sorry.  I do tend to block out everything around me when I go into deep thought mode.  Especially when I workout.  That’s brainstorming time for me.”

She kept smiling, moving close until her body was pressed up against mine.  “I’m not offended, and I’m not complaining.  I can see how I affect you, and I love it.  I only told you that because you asked me why I dress like this.”

My hands went to her hips.  I really was about a second away from doing something that would involve public indecency, at the very least.  “You’re saying that you only dress like this for me?  That you’ve had your eye on me from the first time you came here?”

She didn’t hesitate to nod, giving me really solid eye contact.  “Yes.  I saw you and I wanted you.  Is that so hard to believe?  Have you taken a good look at you?”

I groaned and started kissing her.

She was just too much.  Everything my bruised ego and trampled heart needed to start to mend themselves.

She pulled back after a few beats, her hands going to my chest in a failed attempt to keep me at a slight distance.

My hands were filled with her ass, and gripping close, I rubbed myself against her.

I hadn’t lost all concept of where we were; I’d just lost the ability to give a damn.

“Wait, stop,” she said breathlessly, and it was enough to make me take a step back.

No meant no, even my less thinking brain was aware.

“There’s a massage room in back.  I don’t know if it has a lock, but I’m pretty sure it’s empty right now.”

My breath was shuttering in and out, and I just looked at her.  She certainly knew how to catch me off guard.

Grabbing my hand, she began to tug me in that direction.

I’d probably lose my gym membership for this, but did I care?

Not f**king likely.

The door to the small room she pulled me into did not have a lock.

That didn’t stop us.

She moved to the table, her back to me.  She tugged her shorts down, and leaned forward, elbows on the padded surface in front of her.  “We need to be quick,” she said quietly.

Fuck.  My wallet (with a condom) was in the locker.  It may as well have been an ocean away, with her ass pointed at me like that.

“I don’t have anything on me.  I need to go to my locker and get something.”

“I’m clean and I have an IUD,” she said, straightening just long enough to unzip and shrug out of her itty-bitty sports bra.

Well f**k.

Apparently, even a lack of protection wouldn’t stop us.

I wasn’t an idiot.  Far from it.  But I was just learning in that moment that I was as capable as your average mouth-breather of having an idiotic moment.

I told myself that I could worry about it later.

And that actually worked!

I was surprising myself by the second.

I stripped down, because she was, and I wanted to feel her back against my chest when I mounted her from behind.

My hands covered her hands, and I shifted my h*ps until I felt her wet entrance teasing my tip.  With a groan, I gripped one fleshy tit, and moved my other hand to guide myself home.

I sank in a few perfect inches.

I wasn’t gentle as I used her br**sts like handles and began to thrust.  She didn’t complain.  No, not a bit.  The sounds coming out of her were definitely moans of pleasure.

I lost it and took her hard and fast.  I embarrassed myself, being bare inside of her too much for me, and came before she did.

I pulled out still coming, spurting against her ass.  This was not going to be an easy cleanup, but I couldn’t make myself care.  I needed to make her come.  I needed to leave her satisfied enough to keep coming back for more.

I turned her, lifting her up onto the table.  She was so easy to handle, light as a feather.

I pushed her until she was flat on her back, and began to work her with my fingers, bending down to draw on the hard peak of a nipple.

I stopped when I thought she was close, because I was hard again, and whether or not I was capable of coming again, I wanted to be inside of her when she did.

I turned her, wrenching her legs open, and stepping between, her h*ps at the edge of the table.  She was sopping wet, and I eased in fast and hard, jolting out, then in again, my finger working her cl*t softly, my eyes all over her perfect body, her lovely face as she came, clenching on my cock.

I didn’t stop, couldn’t, and embarrassed myself, yet again, by not lasting much more than a f**king minute.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped out.  “I’m not usually this fast.”

She laughed.  It was a shaky laugh, as she was obviously still recovering from her own pleasure.

It was music to my ears.  I loved that laugh.

“Don’t apologize for that,” said Iris.  “That was amazing.  You’re the best lover.  You have to know that.”

I shook my head, dazed, my eyes on her splayed out, perfect tanned, perfect everything’d body.

She sat up just enough to cup my jaw in her hand.  “Seriously.  The best.”