22. Kira
22
KIRA
“How come your office comes with its own private bathroom and mine doesn’t?” Ren calls out to me while he prepares himself in the small room.
I took a quick shower downstairs in the locker room before my student meet-and-greet and now it’s his turn to clean himself up. There’s a slim standing shower in my private bathroom, and while I prefer the more luxurious showers in the locker rooms, having my own comes in handy at a time like this.
Now, I’m sitting on the edge of my desk staring at my reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. I look like a freaking goddess in my black lace bra with the see through cups, a pair of six-inch black Louboutin heels and nothing else.
Well, not nothing else. There’s a rosy-pink dildo protruding from between my hips, making me look all kinds of filthy and different from my usual look. I placed the toy inside a moment ago so I could get used to the feel and grip of it before Ren comes out to play, and damn. The squeeze of my inner muscles around the pony is already working my g-spot deliciously and I’m not even moving yet. I can’t wait to turn on the vibration and enjoy the sensation while watching my own personal porno.
“Because,” I call back when I hear the spray of water shutting off. “I did all the work finding this building. I picked the best office.”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach as the anticipation builds. My body is already on fire, I can’t help but touch myself. I bring one hand up to my breast and start to gently circle my finger around my nipple, teasing the diamond barbell. The bathroom door opens, and Ren emerges in a cloud of steam, hair wet and water droplets sluicing down his round pecs and carved abs. He’s got my oversized pink towel wrapped around his hips, tied right at the spot where those delicious V-lines lead to his perfect cock. I squeeze the toy inside me, pinching my nipple and moaning lightly at the sight of all his unholy sexiness.
His icy blue eyes go dark as a storm cloud as they roam over me, slowly grazing my breasts, my belly, the dildo and making me feel ridiculously powerful. He licks his lips and drags his eyes back up to mine, his gaze filled with the same heat and fire I’ve felt caressing me since this morning.
“Goddamn, Kira. Look at you,” he says, striding across the room right to me. His hands settle softly on my hips as his eyes continue to take in their fill of every inch of me. I set up when we arrived at Spin Sync this morning, spreading out a blanket and a throw pillow from the couch across the room on the desk and making sure there was lube and tissues within reach as well. Since everything is ready to go, I gesture with a head nod for Ren to sit as I stand.
He sits on the edge of the desk, and I stand in front of him, the heels giving me the needed height to work kisses across his jaw and up and down his throat before settling on his mouth. I dip a hand between us, finding the loose twist of the towel and pulling it free. Ren’s cock springs out and I tease his shaft with one finger, lightly rolling over each of the barbells and then circling the head in the way I know drives him wild. He moans and gasps as I work my hand over him, his palms coming up to cup my breasts.
“You look so fucking hot, little pest. I can’t wait to feel you fucking me. You’ve got your end in?” he asks, referring to the short, bulbous side of the toy currently giving my g-spot a high five.
“Mhm, feels so good, Ren. Why don’t you lie back for me?” I say, bring my hands to his chest and slowly push his shoulders down. He lays back, adjusting so that his head is on the pillow and his ass is on the edge of the desk. I play with the trimmed hair on his chest as he settles in.
“Fuck,” he murmurs when I spread his legs, settling between them. He took the plug out in the shower like I’d asked him to–teasing him during class was fun but after sixty minutes of cycling that toy is none of my business. My clit pulses as I inch closer to him, feeling the new sensation of his inner thigh hair tickling the outer part of my thighs.
“You look so ridiculously amazing like this, Ren. I’m so turned on beyond belief right now. Quiero cogerte, baby. Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect, love. I just need you so badly.”
A shudder runs through me, pleasure and power combining in the most head spinning, intoxicating way. Uncapping the lube, I dribble some over my fingers before running them between his legs and through his crease. My pointer and middle finger slide in easily, thanks to the lubrication and the stretch of wearing the plug. He curses when I find his prostate and begin to massage, grabbing his cock and squeezing tight.
“Ren, babe, not yet. You don’t want to come before I get the chance to fuck you, right?” I tsk, shaking my head while I admonish him. He groans but lets go of himself. I tap against his prostate and his cock jumps against his belly.
“Are you ready for me, Ren?” I ask as I pull my fingers out.
“Yes, god, yes, Kira. Please, please, please.”
“That’s a good boy,” I purr as I pour lube into my hand and coat the toy in long, slow strokes. Then, I pour a generous amount of the cool liquid over Ren’s cock, letting it spill down his balls and to his ass. Once I’m certain he’s properly prepped, I find the small remote I set off to the side earlier and fumble with the buttons until a hot vibration blooms between my legs from the inside out.
Another click, and the rabbit ears begin to tease my clit. Warmth spreads through me and my eyelids grow heavy as the pleasure begins to take over. Watching Ren as I edged him all morning has been my own form of edging myself.
“Fuck,” I sigh as I tilt my head back and enjoy the relief of the friction for a moment. But then Ren whimpers, and the sound brings me back to the moment. Remembering why we’re here, I take the head of the vibrating dildo and position it at Ren’s entrance. I push in, and after a brief pushback, the dildo works past his tight ring of muscle, sliding easily into his body.
“God, fuck, Kira. God that’s so good. That’s so good, baby. Move. Move, move, move, please. Fuck me.”
Every word from his mouth is pained and breathy, his desperation evident and spurring me on. I squeeze the toy inside of me tightly as I start to move my hips, dragging the dildo in and out of Ren’s tight ass in rhythmic strokes. Precum leaks from the tip of his cock onto his belly, and I swipe my finger through it, bringing the salty liquid to my mouth and moaning at the taste of him.
“You taste so good, Ren. You look so fucking pretty taking my toy,” I praise as he squirms and bites his lip .
“I need…fuck I need–”
“Tell me what you need, babe,” I coo as I increase the speed of my strokes.
“I need to touch myself. Please, Kira, please can I stroke my cock?” He works out between little gasps and moans. I hit the remote, increasing the speed of vibrator working my clit and nod. I’m not going to last much longer, and I want to watch him explode before I come.
He sobs as he takes himself in his hand, working his strokes in time with mine. Our eyes fixate on each other, watching the lust pass through with each push and pull of our bodies. I lean over so I can get deeper inside of him, and the slight change of angle pushes the part of the toy inside me so hard against my g-spot that my vision starts to blur. I place a hand on his chest to steady myself. Pleasure hums through me, my orgasm right there within my grasp, but I hold on. I don’t want to come yet. Not until–
“Oh fuck, Kira, I’m there. I’m there, I’m coming. I’m–fu-uh-uck,” Ren cries out as his dick swells in his hand and cum begins to shoot from his tip and over his belly and chest. The sight of his cum coating his body and his hand unravels me, and I let go as my own orgasm washes over me. It thrums through my bones, unspooling every bit of tightness and turning me molten.
I have just enough good sense to carefully pull the toy out of both Ren and myself before collapsing on top of him, letting our sweat and his cum mingle on our skin as I breathe hard and ragged against his chest.
“I totally get why men act the way they do, now,” I say as I return to my breath. “Having a dick is a total power trip. I feel like I could conquer the world.”
“Conquer my world anytime, love. That was incredible.” He rubs my back, groaning as he moves to lift us up off the desk. “But next time, let’s do it in bed. I get the desk fantasy, but I think I threw my lower back out.”
I snort, unable to hide my amusement at his old man groans of pain.
“Come on, Ren. Let’s hop in the shower and then I’ll take you down to the yoga studios and help you stretch out.” He raises a brow at me, and I laugh while giving him a shove. “Not in that way, you pervert.”
But that doesn’t stop me from copping another feel–and stealing another orgasm–under the spray of my tiny office shower.
“We’ve been worried about you. We thought you might have died.”
“Death by dick. What a way to go.”
“We weren’t that worried. But you have missed a lot.”
A few hours later, I’m facing the firing squad at a hole-in-the-wall breakfast spot in Hayes Valley. In my sex-drunk haze over the last couple of weeks, I broke the cardinal rule. I didn’t make enough time for The Pussy Posse. In my defense, it’s hard to keep up with a group chat when you’re busy being a full-time fitness instructor, full-time fish mom and full-time orgasm receiver.
Warren and the other significant others are golfing in the Presidio while Georgie, Rachel, Dottie and I renew our friendship vows over chocolate chip pancakes and Sauvignon Blanc.
“Hey, be fair. I sat back and let you all enjoy your honeymoon phases. Each and every one of you knows how hard it can be to focus when you know exactly where your next good dick-down is coming from.”
I’m met with some agreeable mumbles and head nods, and by the time the server drops off a few stacks of pancakes and a second bottle of wine, all has been forgiven.
“So, Rach, are you and Amir headed out on a honeymoon anytime soon? Gonna be like Georgie here and fuck your husband all across Europe for a month?” I ask between nibbles of perfectly crispy bacon. They’ve been married for a few months now and have yet to take a trip.
“We’re going back to the island after New Years for a few weeks,” she says with a shrug. She’s referring to the private island in French Polynesia that James purchased for Georgie as a wedding present–because of course he fucking did. Even though it belongs to the Adlers, the island has become a little bit all of ours, and we’re all welcome to visit at any time. “And we’re going to Monaco for the Grand Prix in the summer. But other than that, we’re here for a while. We’ve been honeymooning our hearts out at home.”
“As you should,” Dottie says, holding up her forkful of pancakes to Rachel to cheers.
“Kira, tell us about Warren. How’s it going?” Georgie asks, setting her chin in her palm while gazing at me dreamily. My heart melts a little bit. I love her and her little romantic spirit so much.
“It’s…it’s going really well. I like him so much. It’s crazy, I can’t remember the last time I felt so…giddy about someone,” I say, not even trying to hide my goofy grin and I drag my fork through the puddle of syrup on my plate.
“That’s great, Keeks! We’re so happy for you,” Rach says, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand.
“We are, but…” Dottie says.
“But what, Dottie Girl?” I ask, nudging her shoulder. Dottie is the most skeptical of our group. She has a hard time accepting when things are good and loves to have an escape route ready.
She sighs, like she doesn’t want to say what she’s about to say.
“What about Spin Sync? I know we were kind of teasing and pushing you, but you were so upset about the whole situation for so long. Is it something you can just get over?”
I bite my lip, trying to decide how to respond. As much as I hate to admit it, Dottie has a point.
“I’m working on getting over it. I believe Ren when he says he didn’t know my job or my intentions when he made the deal. I know his heart, and I know he wouldn’t lie to me or use me. The entire situation pisses me off, but it’s Jonathan’s betrayal that gets me. I still get to work at Spin Sync. Ren treats me like an equal in life and at work. He’s been trying to do the right thing by me since the beginning. As for the rest of it, it’s stuff I’ll learn to get over eventually.”
And I will. Or at least, I’ll try. Even though I’m a stubborn bitch who has never gotten over anything in her life, I have a gut feeling that a future with Ren might just be worth swallowing my pride.