Sweet Revenge_A curvy girl romance Page 3

  “Right got it.” She licks her lips and I feel heat flare up in my groin. “So, you…uh, work here?” she asks.

  “No, it’s mine,” I say simply. I put down all I owned into this building on my twenty-seventh birthday. That was just under a year ago now. Since then, I’ve worked my butt off and made all kinds of changes. The place is flourishing, I’m happy to report.

  “Oh, really?” She turns to me, impressed and genuinely interested. She presses the button that brings the machine to a halt, and leans against the side of it. Like she’s ready for a conversation instead of a workout. I grin at her forthrightness. I like this girl. I like her a lot.

  “Yeah, for a year now,” I shrug, playing it cool. “You must have joined before I took over.” I cock an eyebrow. “I would have loved to have overseen your induction and drawn up a program to make you sweat.”

  Her pupils flare up at the innuendo. “Yeah, I would have liked that too,” she whispers breathlessly.

  Whoa, I feel her desire like an electric bolt in my gut. “You want me to go through the induction again? Just while I have you to myself…”

  “Sure, why not?” There’s a flirtatious edge to her voice that tells me she’s enjoying my attention. I can’t imagine she’s lacking attention. Looking like that, she must get mobbed with dudes looking for her number.

  “Okay, so, let’s start over by the weights,” I suggest, pointing in the direction of the free weights section.

  She screws up her nose. “I don’t know if I want to use weights. I don’t want to get all big and bulky.”

  “You won’t,” I assure her. “Women tend to lean out when they lift weights. Unless you’re taking a lot of steroids it’s pretty hard for someone like you to look like a bodybuilder.”

  “Oh, okay.” She smiles, relaxing. I love her smile. “So, what should I do with them?” She eyes the rack almost fearfully and I struggle not to laugh. It’s really adorable. She’s looking at everything in here as if it might turn around and bite a chunk out of her. When the only thing she had to be worried about getting bitten by is me. Because I am dying to bite her. Her lip, her neck, her clit… I want to mark her. I want to look at the marks on her body and know I did that!

  I push the crazy assed thought from my head.

  What the ever-living hell is wrong with me? Mark a woman? I just about manage a couple of one night stands every few months once. I don’t have time for a real relationship right now. Luckily, she’s still looking down at the weights and hasn’t see the hungry expression on my face. She leans down to pick up a pair of three-pound dumbbells, testing the weight of them in her hands, before turning to me.

  “Like what would I do with these?” she asks.

  I reach out to take the weights from her. Our fingers touch for the briefest moment and I’m paralyzed by how good her skin feels next to mine. God, I want her so much, it hurts. I struggle to reorient myself. This is ridiculous. I’m supposed to give a client a good gym experience, and here I am practically panting after her. “These are best for upper-body work. They’re pretty light, but you have to start with what you feel comfortable with. You might want to pick up the weight for lower body stuff though…”

  I pick out a pair of eight-pound weights and hand them to her, and she tests them, but doesn’t seem to find them too heavy.

  “Lower body?” she echoes.

  My eyes drift helplessly down to her legs, the way the leggings hug her curvy calves and those thighs. I imagine opening them. Wide.

  “What kind of stuff would that entail?”

  “Squats, deadlifts, lunges,” I reply, trying to keep my head straight. “You want me to show you a few of them?”

  “Go ahead.” She cocks her head at me, and I take the weights and put them back on the stand. I wonder if she has any idea what kind of effect she’s having on me. The way she’s looking at me is practically scorching me, and when I turn back to her she’s stepped a little closer to me than she was before. I can smell her perfume, sweet and vanilla-scented, and I have to fucking fight the urge to bury my face into her neck and take her right then and there.

  “So, squats.” I move behind her. “You want to show me what you think a squat should look like?”

  “Sure.” She shrugs, and drops down between her feet and up again. Even though her form isn’t great, her ass looks fantastic as she slowly rises back up. I have to force myself from running my hand across it’s generous curve.

  “Okay.” I let out the long breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “So we want to be careful when you’re going into squats. Keep your back straight and your hips low…”

  “Show me?” she says. Fuck, how can anyone make those two words sound so fucking dirty.

  I move to step around her to show her my form, but she shakes her head.

  “No, on me. I’ll need to have a practical comparison if I’m ever going to get this right.”

  She backs up a little towards me, and I place my hands gingerly on her hips. Damn, she feels good. Warm and soft and tempting. Does she know what she’s doing to me? At this point, she must have some kind of idea. I guide her hips down and she lets me, and I have the sudden image of doing this very same motion except that she’s on top of me, riding me, and letting me set the pace. I feel my cock beginning to harden beneath my sweats once more. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this.

  I decide to push my luck, and run my hand up her back too. Her bare skin is beneath my fingers for a moment, the curve and arch of her spine hypnotic.

  “Okay, so hips low, back straight,” I say, and realize my voice has taken on a choked-up edge that is only present when I’m crazy-turned on. She backs up another inch towards me, to test out the position, and gets a little lower. My hands are still on her hips but my eyes are trained directly onto that gorgeous ass. Fuck, I’d love to see it bouncing up and down while she slams her pussy on my cock with her back to me.

  And then, as she comes back up, her butt brushes right up against my erection. She must have felt it; I jerk away from her in surprise, hoping to God that she’s not going to sue me for harassment, but instead she turns around and I see a flash of desire in her eyes. She bites her pillowy bottom lip, and lets her eyes drift daringly down to my cock and then back up to my face again. Fuck, that was deliberate. She wants what I want.

  “Will you spend the night with me?” I hear myself asking.

  “Where do you live?” she asks.

  “Walking distance,” I reply, jerking my head upwards. My voice is hoarse and my gaze is glued onto her eyes, as though the spell might be broken and she might change her mind if I look away even for a second. But the look on her face tells me she’s certain about this. As certain as I am. My cock is so hard it practically aches as it strains against the confines of my underwear. I want to grab her right now, bend her over one of the machines, and fuck her deep and hard, but I know I can’t risk that. Besides, I want to take my time with her. I want to show her just how obsessed I am with every inch of her body, every single delicious curve.

  “You want to come back to my place?” I suggest, knowing that one of us has to say it eventually.

  She bites her lip and nods, letting her eyes run down my body and lingering at my groin.

  I can’t believe this is happening. A sexy-as-fuck woman strolls into my gym, gets me hard, and then tells me she wants to come back to my place and take care of that for me. It’s the stuff of fantasies, but this is far from a dream.

  “Let’s go,” I mutter.

  A smile creeps up her lips once more, and I go to unlock the back door so the two of us don’t have to worry about sneaking past the receptionist. The last thing I need is any of my staff knowing about this. As we hurry to the door, she slips her hand into mine. It’s a small, soft hand and I feel myself melt a little. Okay, this is going to be a good night.

  A very good night indeed.

  Chapter 7

  Dawn

  As soon as we’re through the door o
f his apartment, he pushes me back against the door, and kisses me roughly. My head is spinning as his tongue thrusts past my lips and into my mouth. In a hot frenzy I run my hands down his strong arms as though clinging on for dear life. I can’t believe this is happening.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  Anonymous sex. Whoa! This kind of this never happens to me. Wait till I tell Lisa. She’ll have a heart attack. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life but then, I’ve never been so instantly into a guy in my life before either. Just the sight of him, calmly making his way towards me through the gym, was enough to get my pulse racing.

  A little flirt wouldn’t hurt, I’d told myself, and before I knew it I was grinding up against his cock next to the free weights and wondering how quickly I could get him back to my apartment. I’m glad we ended up here, though. There’s something about the danger and unknown quantity of a stranger’s place that really allows me to let go. Instead of worrying about whether the laundry has been put away, the toilet floor is clean enough, I can just concentrate on what this man is doing to my body.

  He’s so hot. I don’t even know his name and he doesn’t know mine, but it doesn’t matter. All I need from him right now is his touch, his body, and that thick, hard cock I felt through his pants. He presses himself against me as though reading my thoughts and I hook one leg behind him, pulling him in close, and grind against his erection.

  Fuck, he must be big.

  I can feel him straining through the fabric of his sweat pants. My body is aching for him to be inside of me already. He groans with pleasure, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. He slips his hand beneath my ass and hitches me up so that I can wrap my legs around him completely. I gasp as he lifts me off the ground. He’s so strong, so powerful, so in-control, and for a few minutes I lose myself to the mind-blowing kiss.

  He kisses like he’s kissed a lot of women before me. I feel a twinge of jealousy even though I know that’s ridiculous. I just want him all to myself. I rake my nails across his back, feeling the muscles flex as he holds me upright. The way he is holding me up makes me feel delicate and small. Everything feels perfect and all I can think about is how amazing a guy like him, one who could no doubt have any gym bunny he wanted, actually seems to be into a woman like me.

  Hidden depths, I guess…

  He pulls me away from the door and carries me towards what I assume is his bedroom. Kicking the door open, he throws me down onto the bed. I giggle as I land. This is so much fun and we’re barely gotten started yet. I sit up but he pushes me down. He gets on top of me and this time his hands are travelling hungrily all over my body like he wants to commit every inch of me to memory.

  I know exactly how he feels. I trace my fingers over his muscles, across his skin, reveling in the smooth feel of it, losing myself to it. I brush my fingers through his short brown hair, pulling his head back so I can look at him once more, as though to remind myself that yes, this is actually happening and yes, this is actually real. He has a light smattering of stubble that I know is going to leave a rash on my face, and his blue eyes look dark in the light of this room.

  He stares at me for a moment, as though he’s doing the same thing, and then lunges in to kiss me once more, pressing his lips against my neck, finding that sensitive spot where my throat meets my ear and lingering there for a moment. My toes curl in my sneakers. Fuck. Fuck.

  He moves back and hooks his fingers into the top of my leggings.

  Am I glad I have all that champagne still swishing about in my bloodstream. It sure helps to take the edge of my nervousness. Any other time I would have been so panicked at the thought of letting a total stranger, especially this divinely perfect specimen of masculinity unwrap me and see all the imperfections that lie underneath. But the alcohol mixed with the heady desire is enough to keep me in the moment as he begins to roll my leggings down.

  Thank God, I wore a marginally cute pair of panties this evening. I watch as he slips down between my legs, not once taking his eyes off the flesh that is slowly being revealed to him. He pulls off my shoes and socks one by one before tugging my leggings off the bottom of my feet. He works his way up slowly, leaning down to kiss my foot before working up my calves, and finally kissing his way up the inside of my thigh.

  I swear to God every muscle in my body contracts at the sweetness of his touch, and I ache to feel his mouth somewhere a little more satisfying, but he seems determined to make me wait. I sure as hell don’t want to rush this, but I feel as if I am going out of my mind with desire.

  “Your legs were the first thing I noticed about you,” he murmurs, running his hands up and down my thighs a few more times as though he can’t get enough of them. I close my eyes and press my head back into the pillow, letting out a soft moan. There’s something so crazy-intoxicating about being wanted like this, more than any amount of champagne could ever have done for me.

  “Well, and your ass,” he grins at me playfully, and I know what’s coming an instant before he does it; he grabs my ankles and flips me over, so I land in the soft mess of the comforter with a little squeal of excitement.

  “Mmm…” He groans from behind me, and I look back to watch him running his hands over my ass, massaging my flesh hungrily, like it’s all he’s ever wanted. He leans down and closes his eyes and kisses that spot right where my thigh meets my butt and I feel something melt inside me. Okay, this guy is good. This guy is way good. I love how confident he is, how much fun he seems to be having, how he seems desperate to get to know every inch of me. At this moment, I know that I’d do anything in the world this guy asks of me. I’ve never been so wet in my life, and he hasn’t so much as taken my panties off yet.

  He moves up, kissing his way up my back. The sports bra I have on is a back clasp, and when he reaches it, he unclips it and pushes it down my shoulders so that my back is bare to him. He runs his hand up my spine and grinds against me, his breath hot on the back of my neck.

  Oh, God, I need to feel something inside of me. I don’t care what right now, but he needs to give me something in the way of relief. I reach down and grab his hand, the one that has been on my hip and holding it steady, and pull it up to my mouth. I part my lips and take two of his fingers, sucking on them lightly, letting my teeth drag up against the pads. He lets out a moan and I feel his cock twitching hard against my ass.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” he asks, his voice deep and hungry in my ear.

  My mind spins with the possibilities. I don’t even know where to start. He withdraws his fingers from my mouth, tracing their wetness across my lips for a moment or two as he gives me time to think about my response.

  “Anything,” I breath in response, knowing that coming out with something like that to someone I barely know is dangerous, but not caring one bit. At this moment, I mean it. I want to surrender completely to his knowledge and expertise.

  Chapter 8

  Dawn

  “Hmmm,” he purrs into my ear. Leaning down he tugs the lobe between his teeth. “Anyone ever eaten that ass for you?”

  “Huh?” I lift my head, to make sure I’m heard him right.

  “Have you?” he asks, as he kisses across my shoulders and slips his hand between my legs. My body is responding to the thought of it. My mind is buzzing with desire for it. I don’t see why I shouldn’t at least give it a go.

  “No-one has,” I admit. “But…I’d like someone…you to…”

  He laughs softly, like some big, bad wolf. “Tonight baby. I’m going to eat all of you.”

  He works his way down my spine, and hooking his fingers around my panties he pulls them slowly down my body. I glance over my shoulder to watch him at work. He glances up at me, and then leans up to switch on a bedside lamp. Yellow light pools around us. Oh Jesus. There was enough light coming in from the living room. I think of all my ugly bits.

  “Er…do we need that much light?”

  “I want to see every delectable part of
you,” he murmurs, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss against my temple before he slides back between my legs.

  “Oh!” He really thinks I’m delectable.

  He slips his hand under me, lifting me up a little, then cups my pussy with the palm of his hand. I moan and try to grind down against him, to find some kind of relief, but he doesn’t offer me any kind of relief. He wants me to suffer. And I am suffering.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, as if looking at my wet pussy is driving him crazy. He withdraws his hand and pulls my hips back, just like he did when he was showing me my squat form. But this time, my bare ass is in the air, the bra slipping from my torso and leaving me stark naked, on this stranger’s bed. Wanting this. Ready for this.

  He plants a soft kiss on my ass cheek, his breath warm in the tingling cold of the room. I clench my hands into the bedsheets. I’ve never even thought about doing something like this before, but since he offered I can feel myself pulsing with the need for it.

  He spreads my ass cheeks slowly, letting out a soft groan as he does so. “Fuck, you look good like this.”

  Knowing how much just the sight of me is turning him on sends another surge of desire through my body. My pussy aching for attention. I feel his hot breath on my virgin ass, and then, he leans forward and licks.

  “Oh God…” I groan loudly as soon as I feel his mouth on me back there. This is so hot. He flicks his tongue around me, moving slow, getting a taste for me; his tongue is warm and soft and loving, like he wants me to enjoy every second of this. He slides a hand over the small of my back, holding me in place, and moves his other hand down and between my legs. He finds my clit swiftly, pressing his flattened fingers lightly against my painfully over sensitized clitoris and massaging me softly.

  My mouth drops open.

  Holy shit. How have I never done this before? The combination of sensations and the knowledge that he so desperately wants me that he all but plucked me straight out of the gym and brought me back here so he could pleasure me every way he knew how was pushing me higher, higher. I watch as my hands flex on the sheets in front of me, still struggling to believe that this is really happening to me. I feel as if I am going to shatter.