Chapter 16 Charlotte #2
“Time,” he calls to his student, pulling off the mitts. “Good work today, Mario. Same time Thursday?”
The younger man nods, grabs his water bottle, and heads toward the locker rooms. Koda ducks under the ropes and strides toward me, that predatory grace I love so much evident in every step.
“This is a nice surprise,” he says, pulling me against his sweaty chest for a kiss that makes my knees weak.
When we break apart, I look up into his dark eyes and see the exact moment he recognizes the heat in mine.
His pupils dilate, and his grip on my waist tightens.
“Charlotte,” he growls, my name a warning and a promise.
“I missed you,” I whisper, letting my hands trail down his chest.
His eyes darken further, and I can practically see the internal battle he’s fighting between propriety and desire.
Desire wins.
He takes my hand and leads me deeper into the training area, past the main rings to a more secluded corner where equipment is stored. It’s partially hidden from view but not completely private. Anyone could walk by and see us.
The thought should terrify me.
Instead, it sends a thrill straight to my core.
Before I can second-guess myself, I’m dropping to my knees in front of him, my hands already working at his shorts. Koda’s sharp intake of breath echoes in the small space.
“Fuck, baby. Here?”
His voice is strained, but he’s not stopping me.
I look up at him as I free his already hard length, loving the way his jaw clenches when I wrap my fingers around him.
“Yes, here,” I tell him. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”
The first time I did this for Koda, I was nervous, unsure. Now I know exactly what he likes, exactly how to make him lose control. I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the salt taste of his skin and the way his fingers immediately tangle in my hair.
“Christ, Charlotte.” His hips jerk forward involuntarily. “Anyone could see us.”
The reminder only makes me more eager. I never knew I had this exhibitionist streak until Koda brought it out of me. The possibility of discovery, of someone walking around that corner and finding me on my knees with his cock in my mouth, makes everything more intense.
I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, using my tongue the way I know drives him crazy. His grip in my hair tightens, and I can hear him struggling to stay quiet.
“Look at you,” he whispers, his hand tangling in my hair. “So fucking desperate for me that you’ll suck my cock where anyone could see. Where anyone could walk in and find you on your knees like this.”
His words send heat shooting straight between my legs. I moan around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. The sound of footsteps in the main training area makes us both freeze, but they fade without coming closer.
“So fucking hot for me you can’t even wait until we get home,” Koda continues, his voice getting rougher. “Need my cock so bad you’ll risk getting caught.”
He’s right. I do need this, need him, with an intensity that should probably concern me. But right now, with the taste of him on my tongue and the thrill of potential discovery making my pulse race, I can’t bring myself to care about anything else.
“That’s right, baby,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “Take every fucking inch. Show me how much you need this cock.” His hips thrust forward slightly, and I relax my throat to accommodate him. “You’re going to make me come so hard. Right here where anyone could catch us.”
The dirty talk combined with the risk has me squirming on my knees, desperate for friction. I double my efforts, using everything I know about his body to drive him toward the edge. His breathing becomes ragged, and I can feel the tension building in his muscles.
“Fuck, Charlotte. I’m close. So fucking close.” His grip in my hair tightens almost painfully. “Make me come, baby. Show me what a good girl you are.”
I moan around him again, the vibration pushing him over the edge. He comes with a muffled curse, his body shuddering as I swallow everything he gives me. The taste of him, the knowledge that I did this to him, sends another wave of arousal through my already overheated body.
Before I can even catch my breath, Koda is hauling me to my feet and pulling me down the hallway. My legs feel unsteady, but his strong arm around my waist keeps me upright as he guides me past several closed doors.
“Where are we going?” I whisper, though part of me doesn’t care as long as he keeps touching me.
He doesn’t answer, just pushes open a door marked “Private” and pulls me inside. The space is clearly an office with a desk and filing cabinets. The sound of the lock engaging behind us makes my pulse spike.
“I need to be inside you,” Koda growls against my ear, his hands already working at my clothes. “Now.”
My jeans and underwear hit the floor in record time. Koda spins me around and bends me over the desk, the cool wood against my palms a stark contrast to the heat building between my legs. I hear his shorts drop, and then he’s pressing against my entrance.
“Look at you,” he says, running his hands over my ass. “So wet for me already. So ready to take my cock.”
He slides into me in one smooth thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. From this angle, he hits places that make stars explode behind my eyelids.
“I love you like this,” Koda pants, setting a punishing rhythm that has the desk creaking beneath us. “Bent over, taking everything I give you. So fucking perfect.”
His words make me clench around him, drawing another curse from his lips. One of his hands slides up my spine while the other grips my hip, holding me steady as he pounds into me.
“I can’t wait to fuck another baby into you,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “Keep your belly round and swollen. Keep you full of me.”
The image he paints sends heat spiraling through me. The thought of carrying his children, of being claimed by him so completely, makes me push back against him desperately.
“You want that, don’t you?” His hand slides around to press against my still-small bump. “Want me to keep you pregnant. Keep you mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, beyond caring how desperate I sound. “Please, Koda.”
His pace becomes even more relentless, and then I feel something new. His thumb, slick with my arousal, circling the tight ring of my ass before pressing inside slowly.
“Oh, yes,” I cry out, the dual sensations overwhelming. I feel so full, so completely claimed.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” His thumb pushes deeper, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. “I can’t wait to put my cock here. To claim every part of you.”
The combination of his words, his cock filling me, and his thumb in my ass pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my body clenching around him as I sob his name.
Koda follows immediately after, his release triggering another smaller wave of pleasure that leaves me trembling against the desk. For a moment, we stay locked together, both of us breathing hard.
Then he’s pulling out and disappearing through a door I hadn’t noticed before. I hear water running, and he returns with a damp towel, gently cleaning us both up with tender care that’s such a contrast to the intensity of moments before.
“Feel better?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder as I straighten my clothes.
“Much.” I turn in his arms, still a little unsteady. “Whose office is this, anyway?”
A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Dana’s.”
My blood turns to ice.
“Your sister’s office? Koda!” I look around frantically, suddenly paranoid. “What if there are cameras? What if she reviews security footage?”
He laughs, clearly enjoying my mortification. “Relax. There are no cameras in here. Dana values her privacy too much for that.”
“This is not funny!” I smack his chest, but he just pulls me closer.
“It’s a little funny,” he says, still grinning. “And incredibly hot. I’ve never seen you come that hard.”
Despite my embarrassment, I can feel heat creeping up my neck. He’s not wrong. Something about the forbidden nature of it, the risk, made everything more intense.
“You’re terrible,” I mutter, but I’m fighting a smile.
“And you love it.” He kisses my forehead, then steps back to adjust his own clothes. “I should get back out there before someone notices I’m gone. I’ll walk you out,” he says, taking my hand and leading me toward the door.
We step back into the hallway, and I can’t help but smile as his fingers intertwine with mine.
The post-orgasm glow makes everything feel soft around the edges, like I’m floating instead of walking.
Koda’s thumb traces circles on the back of my hand, and I catch him glancing at me with that satisfied expression he gets after he’s thoroughly wrecked me.
“You’re looking very pleased with yourself,” I murmur as we make our way toward the main entrance.
“Can you blame me?” His voice drops to that rumble that never fails to make my knees weak. “You just sucked my cock in a semi-public place and then let me fuck you in my sister’s office. I’m feeling pretty accomplished right now.”
Heat creeps up my neck at the reminder. “Don’t say it like that. You make me sound like some kind of exhibitionist.”
“Aren’t you?” He stops walking and pulls me against him, backing me up against the wall. “My sweet, dirty girl who gets wet at the thought of people watching her fuck.”
Before I can protest, his mouth is on mine, and any coherent thought evaporates.
This kiss is different from the frantic, desperate ones from earlier.
This one is slow and thorough, his tongue exploring my mouth like he has all the time in the world.
His body cages me against the wall, and I can feel the evidence that he’s already getting hard again.
Ugh, these pregnancy hormones are going to kill us both.
When we finally break apart, I’m breathless and probably looking thoroughly debauched. Koda’s dark eyes are heavy-lidded as he stares down at me, his thumb tracing my swollen bottom lip.
“Charlotte?”
The voice cuts through our bubble like a knife, and we both freeze. I turn my head to see Adrian standing at the end of the hallway, his expression unreadable but definitely not friendly.
I can’t help the blush that spreads across my chest as I pull away from Koda’s embrace.
“Oh, hey Adrian.” I try to sound casual, like I wasn’t just pressed against the wall being thoroughly kissed by my boyfriend.
Koda’s arm tightens protectively around my waist. “Hey, Adrian. I’ll be down in the gym in a minute. Just want to walk my girlfriend out.”
Wait. My brain stutters to a halt. “You two know each other?”
“Adrian’s in my beginner boxing class,” Koda explains, his voice casual but I can feel the tension in his muscles.
Relief floods through me, washing away the spike of panic. Of course. It makes perfect sense that Adrian would be at a gym. I force my shoulders to relax. “That’s great, Adrian. I didn’t know you’d taken up boxing.”
Adrian’s dark eyes dart between Koda and me, something flickering across his face that I can’t quite read. His usual charming smile seems strained. “Yeah, well. Thought I’d try something new.”
“How do you two know each other?” Koda asks, and there’s something in his tone that makes me glance up at him.
“His parents own the beauty school,” I explain, then turn back to Adrian. “Adrian works in the IT department there. He fixed my laptop.”
Adrian nods, but he looks uncomfortable, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I need to go,” he says abruptly, not quite meeting my eyes. “I’ll see you around, Charlotte.”
He disappears down the hallway toward the main gym area, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. I stare after him, confused by his strange behavior.
“That was weird,” I say, looking up at Koda.
He’s watching the spot where Adrian disappeared, his jaw tight. “Don’t mind Adrian. He’s a little intense.”
There’s something in his voice that makes me want to ask more questions, but before I can, Koda is cupping my face in his hands and kissing me softly.
“I should get back,” he murmurs against my lips. “But I’ll see you at home tonight. We can continue our celebration.”
The promise in his voice makes me shiver.
“I’d like that,” I tell him.
Koda grins. “Drive safe, baby. Text me when you get home.”
I nod and watch as he heads back toward the training area, his long strides eating up the distance. Even in sweaty workout clothes with his hair mussed from our impromptu encounter, he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.
And he’s mine.