4. Jake
Chapter four
Jake
S he tastes like mint and smells like floral shampoo. Her fingers on my chest curl up and go from clinical to sensual. Her hand on my back moves to cup my neck, pulling me toward her. I can’t believe I am kissing her—and I am very aware that the door to the PT room is wide open.
I’m not lost in the moment with her or anything sentimental like that. I mean, I am attracted to her, but she’s just Kenz’s friend, so it’s not like I’m that into her or anything… but as my cock grows hard, I wonder if that’s true. Am I into Allie?
I put a hand on her full hips, pulling her to me until she’s standing in between my knees. I’m enjoying the kiss, but I keep my hands to myself… for now. If she wants to take this little moment of intimacy somewhere more private, I’m all in for that. But there’s only so far I’ll go in a place like the PT room.
I keep my eyes open and study her face for a second. She’s pretty. Not a wrinkle or a freckle on her skin. Her lashes are dark. I’m not one to know much about makeup, but it doesn’t look like she’s wearing any. Not that I care either way. She’s my PT. And I should stop this kiss right now.
I take a chance on being caught by closing my eyes, blocking out the PT tables, the lights, the open door, everything. Then, I feel it. There is a sizzle of attraction between us. It ignites in me as I carefully keep my hands lightly on her hips. Her hands have come to rest on my shoulders. She’s being careful, too.
I want more. I’m just now allowing myself to give in to the kiss, and I go for it. I push my tongue against her lips, and she lets me in. I feel an explosion of arousal pulse through my body. She’s incredible. And I haven’t even done anything to her yet, but I know she’d be an amazing lover. You can always tell these things from a kiss.
I grip her hips and slide myself to the very edge of the table, so her body is pressed against mine, so she can feel my arousal as my cock grows.
She falters as my cock presses against her. My pants are thin and I’m not wearing underwear. I’m sure she can feel every part of me right now. She knows I’m hard for her.
I let one hand roam up her back and the other fall to her round ass. I squeeze the soft skin there. She moans a little in my mouth, but then she shocks me. She pulls away. I feel the energetic shift in her, but I’m not ready for this to be over.
She meets my eyes as she steps away. I can’t read her. I feel the loss of her. My entire body is going haywire right now.
“Allie, we don’t have to stop,” I say in a raspy voice, full of hunger and need for her.
She swallows hard. “Yes. We do. I’m not sorry for what we just did. But we can’t do it again.”
Her words are so honest and forthcoming that I laugh. “I’m not sorry, either.”
She gets right back to business, her touch once again professional and her tone back into professor mode. She pretends like the kiss never happened at all while she finishes touching my back.
“Okay, look at me, Jake,” she says in a serious tone.
It turns me on. Pretty much everything about her is turning me on since the kiss. A door has been opened that I have no idea how to close.
I clear my throat. “Yes, doc?” I ask in a teasing tone, trying to pretend I’m not aroused.
“I will recommend a muscle relaxer. From what I can tell, your bones are good—”
I laugh, interrupting her. “You make it sound like I’m a frail old man in need of surgery.”
“You are likely going to get surgery if you participate in any more scrimmages or practices. And I don’t believe you will be able to start the season with the team next week. I’m sorry.”
I don’t believe her. She’s just trying to get back at me for kissing her. Although, at this point, I don’t remember who kissed who first. Was it me? Was it her? The only thing I know is that I want to do it again.
“I’m being serious,” she breathes.
It hits me, then. The way she says that last bit sends my heart pounding in my chest. She really is serious. I’ve been in denial about my injury since the day that it happened. But looking into those blue eyes of hers, I know she’s not lying to me. And I know I can’t keep lying to myself.
I reach out for her hand, holding it like it’s my lifeline, doing everything I can to not beg her for a way out of all of this. I’m plagued by fears over early retirement, but I’m plagued by the fear that if I actually see my injury for what it is that I’ll spiral into depression. I’m trapped.
She slowly pulls her hand away and puts a little distance between us. “I’m sorry,” she says softly.
“What is wrong with me? The tests came back within the normal range, right? Juan didn’t lie about my scans.”
“No, he didn’t. And I think he was correct when he said there is something putting pressure on your muscles, making them spasm. The initial tear in your muscle has healed. It shows up dark on your MRI, but that’s not abnormal.”
I stand up, towering over her. “Don’t sugarcoat anything with me, Allie. Is it cancer? Do I need another surgery? Damn it. Just… tell me what you think it is and what I can do.” I cup her cheek with my hand. I’m having a rare moment of honesty with myself. It won’t last long, so she better say what she needs to say now. “Let’s get this over with.”
“You rested it all summer?” she asks, deflecting.
“Yep. I mean, I worked out because I couldn’t show up to the season out of shape.”
She nods. “I think your injury is inflamed.” She reaches around me and touches my back again. “I’ll recommend a shot—”
Her lips are so pink and full, I lean in to kiss them again. I feel my body responding to her and, of its own accord, my arm wraps around her and then the other one does, and then I’m picking her up and holding her as she wraps her legs around me. Our kiss is quick and urgent. I carry her to the door, flick off the lights so it looks like we finished up our session and left.
Then, I carry my sister’s best friend into the supply closet and close the door, turning on the small overhead light.
She slides down to the ground and pulls at my pants, her breathing shallow and eager. My cock is fully hard for her and I can see the peaks of her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. I let her grasp my cock and stroke me, softly at first and then harder. I hiss and grit my teeth as pre-cum spills out.
“This is crazy,” she says, breathless. But she lets me push her pants down and pull her shirt up.
“You are so sexy,” I say, looking at her full, natural breasts, creamy white with perfect pink buds for nipples. I dip down and take a nipple into my mouth, causing her to arch into me, stroking my cock harder.
“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop,” I warn her, looking up from worshiping her breasts.
“Fuck me,” she urges me, eyes lustful and hazy. “Before we get caught!”
I chuckle. If she only knew some of the risky places I’ve had sex over the years. I can’t push my cock into her without tasting her first. If we get caught, so be it, but I will have the full experience of this gorgeous woman standing before me. I drop to my knee. She parts her legs, surrendering.
I place my hands on her thighs, so strong and lean, and then put my face right on her pussy, my tongue flicking her clit as I feel her start to writhe instantly. Her hand tousles in my hair. It feels so organic, so natural, not like other times I’ve had sex where one or both of us were so buzzed off alcohol that it took forever to get aroused and even longer to finish.
But Allie responds to everything I do, even though I’m barely doing anything. I wish we were in my penthouse in downtown Charlotte, alone in my bed… or in my sex swing.
I hear her panting as she bites back her pleasure. “Yes,” she whispers. “Right there. Just like that—don’t stop!”
I obediently keep my tongue right where it is, flicking her until she trembles as her orgasm races through her. She grasps my hair tightly and arches, then taps my head before pushing it away.
I watch her in her wanton beauty—head leaning back, breasts poking out, and legs shaking slightly. She comes to her senses all too soon. I stand before her and she reaches out to grab my cock, holding me and pulling me to her with a wicked little grin on that pretty face.
Oh yes, she is a woman who knows what she wants. I love it.
“I want to do this face to face,” she says. She doesn’t ask or whine or beg. No, with Allie, it’s straightforward. No games. No bullshit.
I lift her up and press her against the metal shelving. She wraps those thighs around me and locks eyes with me as I enter her.
“Fuck,” I say. “You are so damn tight, Allie.”
She leans her forehead against mine, forcing me to stay in the present moment with her, forcing a connection.
“Harder,” she commands me. “I want to be sore tomorrow.”
“Fuck, baby,” I say. I thrust into her as she rides me, the impact strong and bringing me to orgasm much too soon. I realize then just how strong and in shape she is. She rides me with ease, not even panting from the exertion.
I’m holding her in my arms, hands on her ass, and her arms are around my neck. I should feel pain in my shoulder, but I don’t. The adrenaline and thrill of this moment is too strong for pain.
I hear her start to moan. She bites it back. She’s close. Her eyes close and her head leans back. I watch her breasts bounce with every thrust I push into her. With a huge exhale of silent exhilaration, I release into her, coming harder than I’ve come in years.
I hold her close to me. But she has other ideas. She wriggles free, pulls her clothes on, and makes a hasty dash out the door without one single word spoken to me.
That leaves me alone, hot, and panting from the experience.
What did I just do? If she runs to the owners and tells them I came onto her without her consent, I’ll be fired instantly. I scoff as I pull my pants on and throw open the door to the closet. All is still and quiet in the PT room.
Allie is many things, but a snitch and a liar do not make that list. What we just did was fully consensual. And based on her arousal still coating my cock, I know she was just as into it as I was.