Donovan’s nose brushed mine. I wanted his lips — wanted to taste them again — but ther
e were just too many people, too much around.
“I’ll work you out,” he purred seductively. The way he phrased it left very little to the imagination. “All you have to do is say the word.”
The waiter dropped our check on the table without asking. He’d asked three times already, but we’d just been having too much fun.
“Word,” I said, without even blinking.
Eleven
DONOVAN
The cab ride to my apartment was a steaming hot mess. A frenzied tangle of arms and legs — and of mouths and tongues — as we made out frantically in the short, six-minute trip.
Once inside I slammed the door behind us, divorcing us from the millions of people below. It was finally just she and I. Me and the beautiful brunette I’d been training off and on for the better part of the last year, waiting and hoping and praying for her to be single.
The best part was she didn’t even know it.
Holly kissed me hotly, her lips traveling down my neck as she pulled clumsily at the buttons of my shirt. I wanted to help her. Wanted to get undressed as quickly as possible so I could help her get undressed, but something in the back of my mind told me to savor the moment.
Slow. Down.
I had to slow down. Willed myself to slow down. It was just too exciting — too overwhelmingly amazing — to finally have arrived at this point. To not only have Holly here, in my shitty little apartment, but to have landed this beautiful woman after one of the greatest dates of my life.
“God, you smell incredible,” she mumbled into my neck.
I reached down with both hands, cupping her ass. Finally getting my hand on those tender globes of firm, unyielding flesh I’d watched and ogled and fantasized about for so long. How many times had I put her on leg curls? Laying her flat on her belly just so I could watch her ass?
Too many to count, I chuckled to myself. And although it seemed almost inappropriate at the time, I’d always been careful when I stole my glances. Throughout every single workout, I’d always been the consummate gentleman.
But now…
Now I had that ass in my hands. That very ass I’d molded and shaped and firmed through my own strict regiment of training. From that perspective, I was merely reaping my own rewards. And when you looked at it that way…
“Oh wow!”
Holly finally had my shirt off. Her palm smoothed down on its own, sliding over my abdominals, feeling the firm, washboard ridges I’d worked so hard and dieted so stringently to earn and maintain. A second hand joined the first, and then she was sinking… kneeling to the floor before me. Rubbing her warm cheek against my belly before planting a line of soft, slow kisses across my lower stomach.
All guilt flew out the window as my head lolled back. It seemed Holly was having just as much fun with my body as I was with hers.
“I— I’ve always wanted this…” she admitted humbly.
I glanced down just as she looked up. Another understanding passed between us.
“I’ve always wanted you,” I said. “I… I just never thought…”
I let my voice trail off as Holly’s fingers fumbled with my fly. She undid the button. Took down the zipper…
And the entire time, her eyes never left mine.
Awww, fuck yes.
My cute little date looked like a goddess on her knees. A beautiful, long-haired vixen batting her eyelashes at me while her mouth curled into a sexy smile.
Should you really be doing this?
Holly pulled down hard on my boxers, freeing my cock. It swung her way, looking magnificent against the side of her face.