“Fuck, Gia.”
“That’s what I’m saying.” I bravely reach for him, taking his erection in my hands.
Stone leans forward as if in pain. I study his face and see it’s not the normal kind of hurt. I stroke him through his shorts, and he moans, then covers my hand with his.
“We can’t.”
“Not this again.” I step closer, trapping him to the door. Boy, have the roles reversed. I feel the tension in his body. I read it in his face. Stone hides everything behind a stoic mask, but he can’t hide it when we’re having sex.
I bite back my smile and watch him struggle.
“Gia.” He grips my wrist but doesn’t move it from him. “I don’t have protection.”
Oh!Again, I mentally smile at my victory. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to have sex with me, it’s that he wants to so badly but didn’t come prepared.
I bite my lower lip and debate the pros and cons of doing what I’m thinking. Cons. I’ve never done it before, and I could totally turn him off.
Pros, Stone could love it. I could love it.
I take a risk and wiggle my hand free from his hold and reach for the waistband of his shorts.
“Gia. I’m not having sex without protection.”
The fact that he said sex instead of fuck makes me so happy. I keep the inner squee to myself. It gives me more confidence to do this for him.
“Then we won’t have sex.” Copying his move from before, I lower his shorts while I drop to my knees. His erection springs out and I gasp.
It’s bigger this close. I’m intimidated and intrigued. I think back to some of the romance novels I’ve read. I cup his balls in one hand and stroke his length with the other as I bring my mouth to the tip. It’s moist with pre-come.
The song changes, something loud with a lot of drums.
“Fuck! Gia.” Stone grips my hair and guides his penis into my mouth. He’s big and warm. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slowly drag my tongue up and down his length. “Fuuuccck,” he moans again.
I let go of his balls and use two hands to support his cock. I forget my nerves and embarrassment and get lost in the rhythm. His hold on my hair tightens and he jerks his hips faster into me, his cock going deeper down my throat. I gag a little and he slows his movement. I give my throat a break and bring my lips to his tip, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around it.
“Merda. Gia.” His hands are tangled in my hair as he slams himself into me. “Let go...if you don’t want to...swallow.”
I don’t know what I want to do. I’ve never done this before. I want to experience it all. I want to follow his orgasm all the way. I suck harder and he curses as hot fluid coats the back of my mouth. I gag and swallow and suck, releasing him a little.
I still have his cock in his mouth and swirl my tongue around him to clean up any remains.
“Christ, Gia. Enough. Are you trying to kill me?” He pulls away and sags against the wall.
I wipe the corners of my mouth and stay on the floor, unsure what to do or say now. It was easier last night when it was dark and he left me alone in my room. Now what? Do I put my shorts back on and finish my workout? Do I leave?
He holds out a hand and I take it, avoiding his stare.
“Water?” he asks, going to my bottle and offering it to me.
“Thanks.” I chug nearly half of it, partly to wash out my mouth and partly because I don’t know what to say or do.
“I don’t think either of us is steady enough to lift heavy.” He racks the weights I was using and stands near a door I hadn’t noticed before. “Sauna?”
“What?”
“I’ll come back later and lift. For now, the sauna will do. You can wear clothes, but I prefer to be nude.”
He goes inside and I stand in the middle of his gym half-naked. I spot his clothes on the floor and shrug. Might as well join him. I toe off my sneakers and whip off my sports bra and tank as I make my way into the sauna.
I mean, it can’t be any hotter in there than it is out here.