20. Kira
20
KIRA
“In thirty seconds, our warmup is over, and our first interval begins. I want you sprinting like there’s only two minutes left at happy hour and you’re at the opposite end of the bar with an empty glass. One minute all out sprint with a one-minute recovery jog on the other side. You laced up your sneakers and logged in for a sixty-minute high intensity intervals run this morning, I want to see what you’ve got. Heads up, tits up, let’s fuck it up, bitch!”
A remixed version of ‘Tequila’ by Dan + Shay flows through the speakers of the run studio, and as the beat drops, I cue the class to increase their speed and join me in a sprint on the treadmill. To my right, IronDad, Pops and Dean occupy the first three treadmills (Tía Camila stayed back at the hotel, claiming she’s allergic to cardio before nine in the morning) while a few of my regulars as well as some new faces fill out the rest of the class .
It was a fortunate coincidence that I’d programmed a Country Pop playlist for today’s class, since it’s my dads’ favorite genre. I’ve got some absolute bangers cued up that are going to make Pops, IronDad, and the rest of my students lose their minds while their heart rates spike.
I hit the speed knob on my treadmill, upping it by half a point to try to mask some of the exhaustion I’m feeling. I barely got any sleep last night, opting to spend my time wrapped up in Ren instead. And then when I fell asleep, I was awoken by an intense, earth-shattering orgasm ripping through me as Ren rocked his cock inside of me from behind, cuddling me while playing with my clit like some kind of sexy pleasure-cocoon. I mentioned that I’d always fantasized about waking up that way, and damn, did my man deliver.
My body is the best kind of sore, the kind where my muscles are just on edge enough that the increased blood flow in my body feels delicious. I can feel the sex haze all over me. While I was getting ready for class, I noticed the way my skin was glowing and my eyes were sparkling, despite my lack of rest.
I matched my outfit to the way I feel, picking out my sparkliest, disco-ball reflective leggings and matching sports bra to wear on camera today. And even though it’s not my hottest set–I had to be a little demure with my family in the room–knowing that Ren is watching the live production feed makes me feel all kinds of sexy.
“Five, four, three, two, one…recover. Incline goes up . Up, up, up, all our recoveries are on a hill today. We’re recovering on a hill! I said what I said. You’ll thank me when you can sprint faster on a flatter road. You’re welcome.”
Unlike teaching on the bike or even in the strength studio, running requires more of my focus on my breath and coordination, so I’m not as chatty in these classes. But I certainly make time to connect with my students, give shoutouts to people celebrating birthdays and milestones, and pick on my brother as the minutes pass.
“I’m calling today’s playlist a C-U-N-T-ry pop playlist, because every single one of these songs and every single one of you running with me today is serving exactly that–cunt!” I say as Tanner Adell plays overhead. This class is certainly getting an explicit label, which not all the Spin Sync members love, but oh well. I am who I am.
When we break the halfway point of class and reach our longest recovery, I signal for the production crew to focus a camera on my dads and brother.
“Look at that, Spin Sync. We’ve got a legend in the building. Heisman Trophy recipient, seven-time Lombardi Trophy winner, seven-time offensive player of year, 1998 Man Of The Year Award recipient. The absolute GOAT quarterback, greatest of all damn time. You know him as Jay The Killer from the Knoxville Crushers, but I’m lucky enough to call him dad. Give it up for my IronDad, Jay McKenna!”
The room erupts in cheers as IronDad waves like a pageant queen. He’s always been so great at the fame-aspect of his career. He’s the perfect combination of humble and self-assured.
“And next to him, the man behind the man, the first athletic trainer to win the Hall of Fame’s Award for Excellence, the brain behind all of IronDad’s brute. Let me hear you make some noise for my Pops, Keith McKenna.”
Pops blushes as the room gives him the same warm embrace as IronDad. He prefers to be on the sidelines, but I’m damn proud of my dad, so I always make a point to shout him out as well.
“What about me?” Dean calls out over the music, and I roll my eyes.
“Oh yeah. My dickhead brother is here, too. Anyway, recovery is over. Take your speed up, we’re headed into our tabata section. Meet me at eight miles per hour if you also want to be faster than a professional football player.” My brush off of the current Crushers quarterback with three of his own Lombardi trophies under his belt earns me an outburst of laughter from the class and a sweat towel tossed at my head from the man in question.
The rest of the run flies by, and by the time the second-to-last song ends, I’m practically squealing for the last working track of the class. I’m not alone, either. The opening notes of Shania Twain’s “Man! I Feel Like A Woman” plays, and it’s like every person in class got a second wind. The energy is infectious. Everyone in the room is singing as they run. Everyone except…
“Dean, you better not disrespect Shania like this! Let me hear you sing, baby!”
“I don’t know the words,” he pants like a lying liar who lies.
“Dean Hayden McKenna, you are a lying little shit. We were born to two gay men in Tennessee in the nineties. You know this song. You know every lyric. This album is in our blood, now SING!”
With a shake of his head, Dean does as I say, belting out the bridge and the last chorus with a smile on his face. We end the run with a cool down walk and a stretch while one of the slower tunes from Cowboy Carter plays.
I ride the endorphin high through my quick shower and post-class meet-and-greet with my students. I hug my dads and brother goodbye, since they’re all heading back to Tennessee, and then I head towards the elevator.
Normally when all is said and done, I hit the lobby cafe for a protein bar and some electrolytes before prepping for my next class, but I’ve got my sights set on the executive suites today. There is a man up there that somehow, in just a few short days, I’ve become addicted to.
Although, who am I kidding? My addiction to Ren has been simmering under my skin for months, ever since the wedding. Even when I was determined to hate him, I couldn’t get enough of him. I looked for him in every room as I lied to myself and said I only wanted to keep track of him so I could better avoid him. From the first brush of our skin, the first taste of scotch on his delectable lips, I was cursed.
The elevator doors slide open, and my human-shaped-heroin steps out looking good enough to eat in his tight, dark wash jeans and black Henley, swiping away on his tablet with his black-frame glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. I nearly jump out of my skin, itching with the need to get close to him.
“Oh, there you are,” he says with a smile as he notices me standing there. “Just the person I wanted to see. I just got the final contracts from Jeslyn’s representation, and I thought you’d want to give them a look before I send it to HR.”
I reach out to him, slowly running a finger over his chest and gripping the fabric of his shirt when I reach the collar. I step in closer to him, watching his throat bob and fighting the urge to lean in and lick it.
“Kira, darling, what are you doing?” he asks quietly, subtly flicking his eyes over my shoulder to the hallway where I know there are instructors and production members milling about. There’s hesitation in his features, but not the kind that makes me want to back off. It’s the buzzing, electric kind of hesitation. The moment before you open your eyes to a surprise gift. The heartbeat before a kiss.
We haven’t talked about how we’re going to handle us at work, but I know how I feel about it. I’m the type of woman who lives my life out loud. There’s too much darkness in the world, too much darkness in my head. So, when I find a source of light, I want it everywhere.
“Are you worried about people knowing about us, Ren?” I ask, tilting my head and blinking up at him with a slight pout on my face.
“No. No, I’m not. But I thought you might worry. People here might talk if we go from you hating my guts and spreading wildly false rumors about the size of my penis to openly being my girlfriend.”
I glance over my shoulder, catching the confused and interested gazes of my coworkers who have taken notice. He has a point. This place can be a little like high school when it comes to the gossip train–hence why I found spreading such rumors about Warren to be the most successful way to annoy him when he first arrived. But I truly don’t care. People can gossip all they want, but I know what’s in my heart.
With a shrug of my shoulders, I turn back to Ren.
“Just call me Bonnie Raitt then, babe.”
“Uhm, why?” He furrows his brows, and I sigh. He might be practically perfect in every way, but it’s going to take some time to train him to keep up with my pop culture references.
“Because Ren. I’m going to give them something to talk about.”
I yank him by the collar, stunning him as I pull his lips to mine. It takes a moment for Ren to catch up but when he does, he tosses the tablet to the side and grabs me by my waist. He pulls me in close, licking at my lips until I open for him. When our tongues meet, he whines into my mouth, the sexy sound nearly drowning out the sound of the wolf whistles behind us. I nibble on his bottom lip, sucking it in a way that I learned last night drives him wild. I feel his erection pressing into my hip, and I swear I am this close to sticking my hand in his pants and grabbing a handful of him right here in the hallway.
Ren, thankfully, has better self-control than I do and pulls away, punctuating the hot kiss with a sweet peck to the tip of my nose. Then he spins me, pulling me back so that my ass is hiding his bulge as we face the bullpen.
“Everyone’s doing a wonderful job today, folks. Great classes, great numbers. I’m impressed,” Ren says after clearing his throat.
“Can we all expect a thank you like that, Warren?” Producer Jackie asks with a sly smirk and wink towards me. I smile with my tongue between my teeth, raising my eyebrows in a silent ‘hell yeah, he’s mine’.
“Pensaba que te guardabas para Bad Bunny,” Jess teases. She makes a good point. I have been saying the day Bad Bunny shows up at Spin Sync is the day I ride naked so I can hypnotize him with my body and make him fall in love.
“If Benito walks through that door, he’s still all mine, confía en mí. ”
“So much for the tiny rumors,” Maddison teases. I reach behind me to pat Ren’s cheek while I laugh. I have no regrets when it comes to the whole micropenis thing. I was pissed, so I went for the low-hanging fruit. He survived. Based on the sheer number of orgasms Ren has given me in the last few hours alone, I’d say all has been forgiven.
“What can I say? I had to find some way to keep all you hot, horny people away from what’s mine.”
“Mmm, I like it when my pest gets possessive,” Ren whispers in my ear.
“And for the record,” I continue to acknowledge the group. “It’s perfect. Long and thick and–”
Ren cuts me off with a hand over my mouth, muttering a curse and laughing under his breath. He takes a step back, hitting the up button with his elbow and walking us backwards into the elevator.
“Well, that takes care of that,” he laughs as the doors close.
“I figured there’s no point in screwing around. I want to be with you, so I’m going to be with you everywhere. Is that okay? Should I not have kissed you?” I feel confident, but my voice pitches up at the end of my question anyway–a nervous tick I’ve never been able to tame.
“Kira, I have been following you around like a lost puppy for weeks, just hoping that you’d throw me a scrap of attention. It is absolutely okay that you kissed me. Honestly, I hate it when you’re not kissing me. I just didn’t think you would want to tell people right away.”
He runs a hand over my cheek and I lean into his touch, feeling a bit like a needy cat with the way I nuzzle against him.
“I’m in this, Ren. I’m all in.” I say, turning my face to press a kiss against his palm.
“I’m all in too, darling,” he murmurs sweetly. And then, with the hand not holding my cheek, he spanks my ass, hard.
“That’s for bringing up the size of my cock in front of everyone. That’s something I only ever want to discuss with you, my precious little pest.”
He smooths his hand over the sore spot as a wave of arousal courses through me. I love the way he can be so sweet and so dirty all in the same breath.
“Then you might want to stay away from James. Apparently, he’s had some homoerotic thoughts about the piercings.”
Warren laughs as he leads me off the elevator and to his office.
“Trust me, I know. I think he and Amir were one bourbon away from asking me for a threesome the day they saw it in the steam room at the club.”
“Who asked for a threesome?” James asks, popping out of his office at the perfect time, and Ren and I barely make it into my office before bursting into a fit of giggles.
“It’s staring at me again, Kira.”
“He is a he, and he has a name, Warren.”
“I’m not calling it that ridiculous name.”
“Maybe if you show him some respect, he’ll stop staring at you.”
Ren glares at me from over his bowl of Pho Ga, slurping menacingly in my direction. But I won’t back down. We’ve had this same argument every night for a week and every night it ends the same way. I feel for his fish aversion. I really do. The more I’ve gotten to know Ren and his not-so-stellar upbringing since New York, the more I’ve wanted to buy a Ouija board just so I could summon his father and slap his ghost face. But I love my son, and I won’t put a blanket over his tank to placate anyone.
Not even the man I’ve been quickly falling head over heels for.
“Pancakes,” Ren says through gritted teeth. “Could you please not stare at me while I’m eating my dinner?”
I glance over to the tank on its stand below the mounted TV, smiling when my smart little fishy blows a bubble and swims away to the back of his tank. He settles between the stems of his water wisteria, and I cock my head at Ren .
“See, babe? A little respect goes a long way. And you know, you have a house, too. Why do you insist on spending every night here if you’re just going to bitch about Pancakes the whole time?”
I lift my own bowl of pho to my mouth, sipping the last of my soup before placing the bowl on the coffee table.
Ren has a beautiful penthouse in Cow Hollow. I've been there a few times, keeping him company while he picks up clothes and checks his mail. And while we haven’t spent a night there yet, he did bend me over his couch and fuck me in front of the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the bay one night.
Watching lights twinkle on the water while Ren pounded into me was certainly a ten out of ten experience.
“Kira, darling, look around you. Look at this place. How could I want to be anywhere else? All the light and color and the way everything smells like lemons. Even that damned fish…my house is just that–a house. But this, you brilliant woman, this is a home.”
I take in his words, looking around at the living room at the sherbet colored walls lined with photographs, the plants hanging from the ceiling and the prism film on the windows that makes the whole place feel like the inside of a disco ball when the light of the afternoon sun reflects off of them.
He’s right, this place is a home. It’s my home, just like it had once been Meadow’s home. And when I look at the man curled up across from me on the couch with his legs tucked under a rainbow crocheted blanket, I realize that I desperately want it to be our home someday.
“And besides, I know you. If we were to stay the night at my place, you’d insist on bringing the damn fish with you. I’d say no, absolutely not, and you’d pout and stomp your foot and say something bratty and rude. That would cause me to become insatiably horny and unable to think because you know how much it turns me on when you’re mean to me. I’d have to lay on top of you and fuck you until we both scream, and before I know it, Pancakes has his own room at my penthouse.
“Now,” he says, kicking off the blanket and setting his bowl on the table next to mine. “Come here and help me hide from the scary betta fish, yeah?” He lays back, resting his head on the arm of the couch and pats his chest. Just like I thought, our little argument is going to end the same way it always does–with me sitting on Ren’s face until he’s had his fill of me.
Spoiler alert: He never gets his fill of me, and I always wind up tapping out first.
I shimmy out of my panties and crawl across the couch, positioning myself over his awaiting mouth. Ren grips my thighs, pulling me down and getting right to work. There’s no teasing, no build-up. His tongue finds its target immediately, flicking my clit in rapid succession and working me into a desperate frenzy. I grind myself down on his mouth and fuck his face, wanting this first orgasm fast and rough. Since this has become our nightly routine, I’ve gotten over any worry that I might accidentally suffocate him.
If he dies eating my pussy, then so be it.
Ren palms my ass, spreading and kneading my cheeks in his hands while we rock together. He dips a finger into my crease, and when he brushes against the sensitive ring of muscle, I detonate. Falling forward, I ride out the waves of my release on Ren’s tongue, savoring the way he laps at me like a starved man.
When my breath returns, I lift up, surprised that Ren isn’t already trying to lick another orgasm out of me. I look down to see him flushed and panting, his chest heaving the way it always does right after he’s…
“Ren, babe, did you just come?” I ask. He nods ever-so-slightly, and I whip my head around. Sure enough, there’s a wet spot right on the front of his grey joggers. He came in his briefs when we were in the hotel, but that was different. We were dry humping, and I came in my panties, too. I didn’t even touch him this time.
Hell, he didn’t even touch himself. Both of his hands were on my hips the entire time I was smothering him with my pussy.
“Oh my god, that is so fucking hot.” I want to take a picture of him like this and wear it as a badge of honor.
“Honestly, darling, I’m surprised this is only the first time I’ve come in my pants while licking your pretty little cunt. When it comes to you, I’ve got little to no self-control. Give me a minute and I’ll be ready to have another go at you.”
He pulls me into a cuddle, and I smile as I bury my face into his neck and inhale his warm, sage-y scent.
“Lay here for a moment, babe,” I murmur against his skin. “Catch your breath and when you’re ready, I’ll take you to bed and clean you up with my tongue.”
“Absolutely not,” he says, suddenly full of energy and lifting us both from the couch. He tosses me over his shoulder and spanks me as he strides towards the stairs and takes them two at a time.
“Why not? Quiero chupártela, baby. I love your cum,” I whine, squeezing his cute little butt through his joggers as he ascends the stairs. I also love when he carries me around like this. It’s such a lovely, objectifiable view. He seems to love it too, probably since the position leaves my ass in the perfect spanking position.
“I know you do, and I love that you love it. But I’m a forty-seven-year-old man who just came in my pants like a teenager and now I need to cloud your mind with many, many orgasms, so you don’t remember my great shame.”
He tosses me onto the bed, and I wiggle up to the middle of the mattress before pushing up to my elbows. He begins to rifle through my nightstand, pulling out two of my favorite vibrators–a silicone pink wand and a palm-sized yellow clit sucker that always gets the job done in minutes flat.
“Did you forget that a minute ago I was telling you how hot I thought it was that you got off just by eating me out? I fucking love how turned on you get from pleasuring me,” I say as I reach my foot out to caress his thigh. He grabs my foot and brings it to his mouth, where he places soft kisses on the inner edge and up to my ankle.
“Precious little pest, do you want many, many orgasms or not?” He asks, his face tilting into a wicked smile.
“Yes please,” I whisper huskily. Ren rips his shirt off of his head and pushes down his joggers and briefs, revealing his already thickening cock. My breath hitches from the sight of it–long, proud, masculine with an underside adorned just for me. I lay back, expecting him to crawl over me.
But instead, he rounds the mattress and climbs into the bed, maneuvering us so that his back is against the velvet headboard and mine is against his chest. He lifts my t-shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor, leaving us both completely naked. My ass settles into his lap, and I can feel his erection growing underneath me with each passing second.
“Spread your legs, love,” he rasps against my ear. I do, propping my feet up and settling them on either side of his thick thighs. He traces a finger along my jawline, down my throat and through the valley of my breasts, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When he reaches my pussy, he glides his finger through my slit, gathering my wetness and bringing it up to circle my clit.
“Such a beautiful cunt. So puffy and wet and delicious. So responsive to my touch,” he murmurs as he lightly pinches my clit, causing me to gasp and arch back into him. I hear the low buzz of a vibrator, and I shiver in anticipation. Ren holds the wand on its lowest setting and brings it to my nipple, circling and teasing until I’m squirming, clenching around nothing and desperate to feel full. Then he switches to the other and gives it the same tortuous treatment.
“Ren, please. Please stop teasing me.”
“My darling Kira begs so sweetly when she needs to come,” he taunts, slowly drawing the same path with the vibe as he did his finger.
When he finally turns up the intensity and presses the head of the wand to my aching clit, I curse on a scream and throw my head back against his chest. There’s no more teasing, no easing me into it. It’s an all-out assault of pleasure against my most sensitive area, and I’m powerless against it. I arch my hips, canting, seeking, chasing the release that's racing through me. It’s right there, right on the edge, and I fist the sheets behind me just as–
“Fuck you!” I scream, throwing elbows as Ren pulls the vibe away. He laughs haughtily as he bands an arm around my middle, trapping me.
“That’s exactly what I intend to do, little pest.” He lifts me up, positioning me so that I’m poised right above his cock, ready to take him in. I wiggle, trying to fuck myself down on it, but he stays notched at my entrance. “Now, you take this toy and hold it to your clit for me, darling. Don’t take it off, even after you come. I’m going to fuck you up and down on my cock, and I want to feel how many times you can choke and soak me with this hot little cunt, alright?”
Like he has to ask. I’m too pleasure-drunk to form words. I take the vibrator from him and press it to my clit, immediately feeling my receding orgasm come roaring back to life.
With my feet planted on the mattress, Ren grips my hips and starts rocking me up and down on his cock. In this position with my back to his front, his piercings drag along my g-spot with each stroke, and it only takes a handful more before I’m screaming, writhing, and coming, moaning out my pleasure as Ren continues his relentless fucking. With the vibe still on my clit, I don’t have a chance to come down before the next one is building, tighter and more dialed in than the first.
A sob breaks free as my legs begin to shake, and Ren massages my hips in his grip as he guides my body up and down, up and down. My second orgasm comes on a gush, hot and molten, piercing through me like a thousand painful and wonderful cuts. The vibrator falls from my hand and I’m unable to find it again, too lost in the shaking, blissful plane of heaven and hell I’ve ascended to.
It doesn’t seem to matter to Ren, even as the damn thing buzzes away wherever it landed. With a little finagling, he flips us and yanks my hips back so that my face is on the mattress and my ass is in the air, baring me to him. His hand caresses down the slope of my back, over my neck and into my hair, where he grips the strands at my scalp. It’s rough and soft at the same time, like a massage that I could easily fall asleep during. He slides back into me, burying his cock to the hilt as I cry out into the mattress. His pounding is rough and rhythmic as he holds tight to his control. I turn my head so he can hear my pleas.
“Come, Ren, please. I want to feel you coming inside me.”
“Not yet,” he grits out. “One more, love. Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” I gasp as Ren reaches around and finds my clit. The initial contact is brutal, but he slowly circles the abused nub, soothing away the pain and building the pleasure once again. My stomach bottoms out. Everything inside of me tightens. His cock slides deep into me, hitting my deepest point and stars dance across my vision. Tears spring from my eyes as another orgasm tears through me like a tornado, levitating me and destroying everything in its wake.
“That’s it, darling. Fuck, fuckfuckfuck I’m coming,” Ren groans as his cock swells inside me, pulsing and filling me with cum. He moans and groans his way through it, mumbling curses and little praises to me as we come down from our high together .
When he slips out, he spreads me open, and I can feel his cum dripping from my pussy and onto my thighs.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Kira.”
He places gentle kisses on my ass and the backs of my thighs before retreating to the bathroom and returning with a warm washcloth. Once he’s cleaned me up and I’ve gone to the bathroom, we lay together in bed the way we always do–cuddled on our sides with him at my back, our legs intertwined, and his arms wrapped around my waist.
“I’m so happy to be here with you, Kira,” he whispers sleepily as the sounds of the late November winds whip outside the window.
“Creo que me estoy enamorado, Ren,” I whisper in response. He nuzzles against my neck, breathing in the scent of me.
“One of these days I’m going to learn Spanish so I know what you’re saying, little pest.”
But not tonight, thankfully. I’m not brave enough to admit in English that I think I’m falling in love with this stupid, sexy, infuriating, beautiful man.