Chalk Dirty to Me (Madd CrossFit 3)

I leaned back against the wall and lifted my feet up onto the opposite bench, my shoulder slightly brushing against hers.

“What do you want me to do, honey?” I asked her softly. “Do you want me to back off?”

She pressed her hand against my shoulder, then in a surprising move, she completely shocked the shit out of me by moving quickly, straddling my hard thighs and placing her arms around my shoulders.

“Beau’s in the past, Will,” she promised, her eyes heated and intense as they stared at me. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since I set eyes on you that night outside of the ER.”

My hands automatically lifted to find her hips, but I found myself pausing with them hovering over her, not touching, but so close that I could feel the heat of her body.

She moved until her breasts were plastered against my chest, and then said against my lips, “You can touch me.”

That’s all I needed.

Hands dropping down onto her hips, I inadvertently pressed her down against my hard cock, while also lifting my hips for her to feel.

Then I froze because I hadn’t meant to be so aggressive.

“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, remember?” she promised. “Kiss me.”

I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.

One second my lips were away from hers, and the next I was pressing mine to hers with a fervor that flirted with desperation.

Her lips tasted like peaches.

I’d seen her put the gloss on before we’d left, wondered if they would taste as good as they smelled, but hadn’t thought I’d get the chance to be trying it out today.

Now, I was glad that I’d taken the time to watch her so closely, because tasting her now made that memory from earlier that much sweeter.

“You make me want to do bad things to you,” I whispered against her lips, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

She pulled back, lips swollen, and poked her tongue out to lick her lips before saying, “Nobody ever said you couldn’t.”

Things went a little too fast after that.

Later, when we were done, I would see that quickness as a trigger for her and berate myself for moving that fast.

But in the moment, when her hands were pulling at her t-shirt, and mine were working at the button of her jeans, there was nothing that was going to stop me unless she told me no.

“We should lock the door,” she mused as she stepped out of her jeans, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

I looked my fill.

In fact, I looked so damn long that I hadn’t realized that I was making her uncomfortable.

“You’re giving me a complex,” she said shyly, her eyes blinking rapidly as a blush stole up the length of her cheeks.

“Sorry,” I replied gruffly. “But you’re just so beautiful.”

With clothes on, Cannel was gorgeous.

Without? Well, without, she was my dream girl.

Hips and ass, boobs. She was tall, meaning I didn’t get a crick in my neck when I looked down at her. And when she was standing next to me sitting on the bench, her breasts were at the perfect level…

I leaned forward and caught one nipple in my mouth, lightly biting it and causing her to squeak.

She was wearing plain cotton underwear and a simple white bra that literally left nothing to the imagination in the way of nipple color and shape.

But I wasn’t complaining.

It also made it easier to tease that nipple while not taking the bra off of her body.

Even almost completely out of control, I had enough sense to make sure that she was the one to initiate almost every aspect of our love play.

“More,” she whispered desperately, pressing forward to encourage me to continue what I was doing to her breast, but also trying to yank her bottoms off at the same time.

Eventually the movement caused me to slip away, but she was only gone for a short second before everything was gone, bra and underwear combined.

That left me in only my underwear, which didn’t seem like a good place for me to be.

Especially when…

“Condom.”

She immediately produced one with shaking fingers from her purse.

I had my underwear tucked underneath my balls, and the condom slicked over my hard cock, all in a few seconds. When I reached for her, she went solid in my arms.

It was only as I realized that she was most definitely not ‘into’ it anymore that I froze myself.

“Baby,” I whispered, my cock trapped between us, snug against her hot core. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want a condom between us.”

The words sounded like they were pulled straight from her soul.

I also felt like there was a story there.

I reached forward and pulled the condom off, realizing that if I kept it on, she might very well degrade right into a very bad place.

It was gone, and on the floor in the next second, causing her to almost wilt in my arms.