Yvi
e starts moving to the music with a tremendous amount of grace and elegance. I’ve never paid much attention to any type of dancer before, and I’m quickly realizing that this is the finest form of art I’ve ever seen. Walking to the weight bench, I sit down and watch. Yvie is in a trance and doesn’t know I’m even in the room. Her eyes are focused on the mirror as she watches me watch her. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. A private dance meant just for me.
Her hips swivel to the music as her hands find her hair. I’m jealous of the mirror for getting the show it is. I swallow hard when her hand rubs over her bra-clad breast and her chest rises. I want to be the one to elicit that movement from her.
I close my eyes and chide myself for getting hard from watching her. She’s working, I’m just an ignorant observer, but my body thinks otherwise. It wants her. I want her. From the moment she walked into my gym with Katelyn, she turned me on and watching her now is doing nothing to curb my appetite for her. It’s only whetting it, making it stronger.
My eyes spring open when weight is added to my lap. She’s straddling me, rocking against me. My hands grip her hips pushing her back and forth, faster. Yvie’s hands pull at my hair, tilting my neck to the side. Her teeth graze my earlobe causing me to hiss. This is by far the most erotic out-of-body moment I’ve ever experienced.
“Can I touch you?” I beg her with my voice. Her answer is to pinch my nipple, causing my cock to react even more. I slide the strap of her sport bra over her shoulder, pulling it down just below the most perfect set of breasts I have ever been graced with. The bra settles underneath, pulling them closer and leaving her tits on perfect display. Her right one is in my mouth, as my hand massages and tweaks her left. I alternate quickly, lapping and sucking her taut nipples.
Yvie scoots back, cutting me off from having my fantasy play out. Every man has dreamt of having sex in a gym. I knew this was too good to be true. That is until she stands and shimmies out of her ballet shorts. She stands before me partially naked and perfect. I look into her eyes, shining and alight with passion. I stand and awkwardly try to remove my shorts and boxers as fast as possible. She walks toward me, pushing me back onto the bench. I swallow hard as my hands come into contact with her outstanding ass. I squeeze her gently, pulling her forward as her hand wraps around my rigid cock.
I’m used to being in control when it comes to sex, but this woman is taking whatever it is that she needs from me, and I’m willing to give her everything if it means I get to experience her for a brief moment.
Yvie straddles and guides me to where she needs me the most. Maybe this is what she needs, someone who can appreciate her magnificent body. If that’s the case, I can do this all night long.
My eyes roll back and Yvie sits on me, enveloping me in her sweet-as-sin pussy. She places her hands on my chest, pushing me to lie back. I hiss as she moves up and down, using the weight bar for leverage. Her breasts bounce, asking me to hold them, and I do.
I sit up, unable to take it anymore. I need to feel her body against mine, but she’s not having it. She leans back, placing her hands behind her on the bench, her flexibility paying off in spades. My eyes leave hers and travel to where we’re connected. To where she’s riding my cock. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed or been a part of. I reach down and rub my thumb over her clit and watch as her head falls back. Yvie moans, sending shock waves to my dick. The urgency to come is there. I grab her hips, increasing the tempo.
I scream out when her walls start squeezing the shit out of my cock and for the first time, she kisses me. Her lips are hard against mine, her tongue dominating. I forget everything as I hold the back of her head, unwilling to let this kiss end. I jerk once, twice, as I empty into her. She knows that she’s won this battle. Her hips slow down and she slowly moves off of me. I look at her, but she looks away, her lower lip between her teeth.
Reaching out, I pull it out and place a soft kiss there before getting up. My shorts are tangled around just one ankle and I try to step into them without falling on my face.
“Let me go grab something to clean up,” I say before disappearing into the locker room. It was stupid to say, but thanking her for rocking my world seemed worse.
When I come back into the gym, she’s not on the bench. In fact, she’s nowhere to be seen. Her coat, clothes and shoes are gone.
She’s left.
I’ve never been a last-minute shopper until this year. Now I’m shoulder to shoulder with angry women fighting for the very last game console that every child needs this year. I’ve never waited this long, and as I walk through the crowded mall, I can’t help but think I knew subconsciously that I wouldn’t be in New York this Christmas because, by my calculations, I should’ve had this all done and shipped out here to Beaumont.
I also hate shopping by myself. Even though Katelyn and I bought some presents a few days ago, there are still a few more gifts that I need to buy. Katelyn had to fill in for Josie because she’s not feeling great. Katelyn is hoping that’s it’s morning sickness and that Josie and Liam are finally expanding their family. According to Katelyn, they’re trying and have been since before they married almost two years ago but they still haven’t conceived. She says that Josie is starting to freak out.
I don’t blame her though. I think that when a woman wants a child, it’s all she thinks about. After the other night, it’s what I should be thinking about. We didn’t use protection and while I was there, experiencing him that way, I couldn’t have cared less. I just wanted what he was offering. I was so stupid for going to the gym to confront Xander. Everything I had planned to say went out the door as soon as I saw him. My brother was likely trying to get under my skin when he started teasing me about their earlier conversation, and he succeeded. Just not the way he thought. It pissed me off that Xander would discuss me with the guys while they worked out.
The night he showed up, I was nervous. I hadn’t eaten that much with the kids and after the little instigators ditched me and the wine came out, I couldn’t suck it down fast enough. Just looking at Xander makes me want to forget my life in New York.
What I did at the gym – I’ve never done anything like that. It was raw and pure. Being with Xander like that made me feel like a woman who could conquer the world. I hate that I left without saying goodbye. I just couldn’t face him after what we did. To say I’m physically attracted to Xander would be an epic understatement. Not only do I have Katelyn reminding me of how hot he is, but the way he carries himself shows me that he’s one hundred percent pure man. And I thought I could keep up my wall and not let anyone chip away at it. I was so wrong.
Oliver isn’t anything like Xander when it comes to sex. Oliver is boring – I guess it’s how I’d describe him after what I experienced last night. Lights off, only in a bed and always at night. Maybe it’s age, or maybe it’s me. And maybe Xander is just a better lover or maybe Oliver thinks I’m the one who’s boring.
No, Xander isn’t a lover, at least not to me. He probably thinks of me as a slut for what I did last night. Going there with a plate of food as my excuse to see him was wrong. It was like an out-of-body experience, except I enjoyed every tantalizing moment. I welcomed every touch, and every caress. I begged for him to grab my hips and pull me roughly against him. And when I kissed him – that’s when I knew I couldn’t stay there. I would’ve ended up in his bed and never left. He made me feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman — minus the paid-for sex part.
The sex was… like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was sensual and erotic and all consuming. It was everything and nothing I thought a random hook-up would be. Xander could’ve taken control at any time, but he let me lead the way. He was patient and willing to submit to my desires. From the moment he took his shirt off, I knew that I was going to do whatever I could to get close to him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to be the one who wiped the sweat away from his torso. I wanted to be able to feel his muscles flex because of my touch. Watching him in the mirro
r as I danced made my body tingle with anticipation of what he and I could be together. I wanted to know what he felt like against my body. If I could play that on rewind, I would. Just remembering that moment is enough to have me running back to his gym just to stare at the piece of furniture that withstood everything he was giving me.
I sit down in the center of the mall and people watch. From my vantage point, I have a clear view of the candy store, the mall Santa Claus, a hat store, plus all the kiosks that clog up the open mall space during the holidays. My fingers crumple the piece of paper in my jacket pocket. It’s my Christmas list and there are only two things on there: one for Harrison and the other for Quinn. I’m at a loss as to what I should buy for the twins or Katelyn. Fact of the matter is, I don’t know them well enough to shop for them. If I were still in New York, I’d probably send something from FAO Schwartz for the twins, but I’m here and I’ll be watching them open their gifts on Christmas morning. Impression is everything.
Buying for Katelyn shouldn’t be too bad, but it is. My brother spoils her, dotes on her. She mentions that she likes something and it’s in the house the next day. When he does stuff like that it makes it hard for my mom and me to buy her something special. And that’s my conundrum – what do I buy three of the most important people in my brother’s life for Christmas?
I sigh heavily as two ladies walk by. They give me a dirty look and for the life of me I can’t understand why. Do they not feel the holiday pressure? Maybe this is telling me that I’m not cut out for family life, that being single and living in an apartment in one of the busiest cities is all that I’m meant for.
I remove the tattered piece of paper from my pocket and roll it into a ball. I unroll and roll again just out of frustration.
“What did that paper do to you?” Xander’s voice startles me, and instantly my heart starts racing and my body takes me back to the gym… the weight bench… and his hands gripping my hips. He’ll never know this, but he left bruises. He marked me, and I enjoyed it.