But today, he is looking way too fine and I am feeling far too horny to concentrate.
“Come on, Jessie,” he barks. “You got two more minutes before you can rest. Now move.”
He jabs his arm out and I dodge it. Then he switches his stance, bouncing on his toes and my eyes are drawn to the outline of his very impressive semi-hard cock in his shorts — so much so that I forget to dodge the next jab and he grazes the side of my head with the pad, causing me to wobble.
Fortunately, he catches me. Wrapping me in his huge biceps, he spins me around until my back is pressed up against his chest. “You okay, angel?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant, feeling like an idiot.
He presses his mouth against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine, not to mention all manner of unholy thoughts into my brain. “You shouldn’t allow yourself to be so easily distracted,” he whispers before he trails his lips over my neck, pressing his body closer to mine.
“You shouldn’t be so damn distracting then,” I groan as I wiggle my ass against him.
He gives me a soft kiss on the back of my neck before stepping back again. “That’s all the break you’re getting, angel. Let’s go,” he laughs softly.
Groaning in frustration, I spin around and raise my guard again.
“That’s my girl,” he says with a wink.
Holy fuck! He knows those words do something to me. Jackass!
I start punching again as he resumes his coaching. He’s actually an amazing trainer, but I am way too focused on making him squirm now. But how?
I don’t do dirty talk very often, unless I’m completely lost in the moment. It makes me feel kind of embarrassed. My four husbands on the other hand, take dirty talk to a whole new level. The filth that comes out of their mouths would be enough to make a porn star blush. I’m pretty sure some of that must have sunk in, right? I mean it’s worth a try.
“Focus, Jessie,” Conor interrupts my musing.
Here goes nothing.“Kind of hard to, big guy, when all I can think about is sucking on your beautiful cock until you come down my throat.”
He blinks at me, caught completely off guard and I aim a right hook at the pad on his left hand. But he doesn’t hold it up in time and I catch him square on the jaw. He was also in the unfortunate position of shifting his weight from one foot to the other and so when I strike him, he’s balanced on one leg. The result of those two things happening at the same time, causes him to fall flat on his ass — his head smacking back against the canvas with a thud.
“Fuck!” he hisses, his tongue darting out and licking the small cut I’ve just given him on his lip.
“Conor!” I drop to my knees, straddling him as I run my fingertips lightly over his lip where he’s bleeding. “I’m so sorry.”
He winces as he shrugs off one of the pads and rubs the back of his head. “Don’t be. I should have been paying more attention.”
“Have I hurt you?”
“Only my pride, angel,” he says with a grin.
“Well, you really shouldn’t allow yourself to get so easily distracted,” I purr as I roll my hips over him and feel his cock hardening against my pussy.
He pulls off the other pad and rests his hands on my hips. “Stop it!” he orders but there is a devious twinkle in his eye.
“I’m just enjoying the moment. I mean I just knockedtheConor Ryan on his ass.”
He rolls his lips together and narrows his eyes at me.
“I did,” I smile wickedly. “I knocked you on your ass.”
“Jessie Ryan, you have been knocking me on my ass every damn day since I met you.”
Heat flushes over my cheeks and my heart swells with love for him. “That is very sweet. But I actually did it for real today though.”
“You did.”
I pop one eyebrow at him. “So, I guess this means our workout is over?”