Chapter Thirteen
Spencer wanted to crawl under the bed and not come out until after Misty left for the combine.
Barely three strokes in and he’d shot his load like some inexperienced teenager.
He couldn’t offer any excuse except that the longer he’d felt her pressed against him, the more he’d needed this.
He knew it wasn’t fair to her. She was the one who’d gotten into the event; she was the one who should have all the orgasms and pleasure a person could give, and he’d utterly failed.
He pulled out and dealt with the condom on shaky legs. Misty, however, stood as strong as ever, looking like a masterpiece bent over the bed. “I am so sorry,” he said. “If I’d known—”
“Forget it.” Her head drooped, making her look too deflated for a day like this.
“I don’t want to forget it, or you. I want to touch you everywhere and every way I couldn’t at the gym. You deserve so much better than I just gave—today and every day. Let me make it up to you.”
“How?” She turned around to face him. Her hair looked mussed from the run and his hands in it, and her lips were still swollen from the earlier kisses. She looked like she’d stepped out of a perfume ad.
“Well, for starters, we don’t need to stay standing for this.” He glanced toward the bed. “If anything, you should lie back and enjoy yourself.”
She adjusted the pillows before lying down, allowing Spencer to take in all her glory. He idly stroked himself as he thought about where to start.
The pillows had raised her head, but he didn’t go in for a deep kiss like on the sidewalk.
Instead, he gently brushed his lips over hers before working his way down to her neck.
She exhaled softly and brought a hand up to stroke his bare shoulder.
Encouraged, he began to kiss and lick harder, basking in her beautiful sounds and tempting scent.
He opened an eye and glanced down to see that she was clearly enjoying this. He traced one finger over her hardening nipple, and she shivered under him. “You want that?” he asked, hovering his fingers just above.
“God, yes.” That was all he needed to hear to get back to it. He lowered his head to substitute his tongue for his fingers, and she let out a happy sigh.
He could have stayed there all day, but there was so much more to see and touch. Like her long, powerful legs. He stroked her thighs, stopping just short of the top but pausing close enough to feel the heat of her.
“There.” She took his hand and guided it further in on her thigh. “I swear they’ve gotten more sensitive since I trained for this.”
“Then I’ll give them more attention.” As he stroked, he watched her face light up, then scrunch up. He alternated between massaging and kissing, and she cried out in ecstasy.
As she came undone, Spencer started to wonder if maybe it was a good thing he’d gotten his rocks off so soon after all. Now he was freed up to explore her at his leisure without his own bodily needs forcing him to rush. At the same time, he’d gone from idly to actively wanting her again.
****
Misty couldn’t decide whether she wanted to open her eyes or keep them shut.
On one hand, she wanted to see Spencer in action.
At the same time, it was too good to bask in his administrations.
She’d always had her sweet spots, but the workouts had woken up other parts of her body and opened them up to greater pleasure than she’d noticed before.
As he finally made his way above her thigh, he lightly traced the tattoo on her hip. “What’s this?”
She glanced down at the flower. “A spring break souvenir from Jamaica.”
“Nice.” He lowered his head and didn’t speak again until he’d traced it with his tongue, lightly blown on the spot he’d just licked, and sent all kinds of thrills through her. “I noticed the bottom of it when you got out of the ice bath, but that wasn’t the time to ask about it.”
She gave his naked body the once-over and smiled at what she saw. “So we were both noticing things during that ice bath.”
He looked away. “That was so unprofessional of me.”
“Well, we’re not being professional now.”
Part of her wondered what they were now, but that could wait for later.
For now, she closed her hand around him.
He inhaled with a hiss and brought his hand between her thighs.
She’d gotten so slick from what he’d been doing before, but could feel herself getting wetter as he found her clit. She didn’t want him to stop.
However, the part of Misty that wanted Spencer back inside her won out.
She reluctantly pulled away, opened her drawer, and put the condom box on the bedside table for easier access.
Once he was ready, he lay back down. “I was selfish before, and only thinking about how I could find release. But now you should take control.”
She couldn’t even think of a response as she lowered herself onto his cock.
He’d taken such care getting her ready that he slid right in, and yet she didn’t move right away, but savored the way he filled her before starting to ride.
Being here like this allowed her to position herself at the best possible angle.
Meanwhile, Spencer wasn’t just lying there and serving as a dildo. As he thrust, he pulled her down to kiss her again. She savored the taste and feel of him but pulled back to find the exact right angle for an orgasm that set her blood fizzing. She even felt a buzz on her left arm.
Spencer must have noticed it, too. “Do you hear that?”
Her climax had sent Misty so far out of her own body that it took her a while to make the connection. “I just hit my fitness goal for today.” She tilted her wrist to show him the display on her smartwatch.
He smiled as he tilted his hips up. “Well, you were pretty active.”
“Great exercise, but don’t think I need this anymore.” She unbuckled the watch and put it on her nightstand.
After she turned back to the bed, the first thing she saw was Spencer smiling up at her. She would have called his expression fond, but the gleam in his eye was too carnal for that. As if her release had granted him permission, he sped up beneath her.
A few strokes later, Spencer clenched his jaw. “Getting close.”
She clasped his hand. “Do it. I want to see.”
Spencer’s grip loosened as he thrust under her.
At the sound of a low moan, she drew back slightly to watch his face.
His head had fallen back on the pillow, every muscle in his neck was tensed, and his eyes were scrunched shut.
Eventually, his face relaxed into a calmer expression than she’d ever seen on him.
She felt the oddest, nicest combination of voyeurism and fondness at seeing him lose control like that and pride in having sent him to that state.
****
Once Spencer could see straight again, he looked around the extremely crowded room of the woman lying next to him.
Misty’s bright duvet cover was wadded under his back.
The windowsill was lined with plants. Her nightstand held the water bottle lined with snarky text he recognized from the gym, a few hair ties, and a half-pink, half-white tube of lip balm.
There was a comfortable-looking armchair in one corner, and the desk in another was covered in papers, magazines, and something yellow and oddly formed.
“What the hell is that?”
She followed his gaze to the desk. “My lucky duck. The day after I first took a bath with him was my first field day, and I won all my events. I’ve been rubbing his head for luck on important days—big games, exams, waiting on important news—ever since, and he hasn’t let me down.”
He chuckled. “And here I just carried my first medal in my bag for luck.”
For a while, they lay in silence. All those weeks Misty had been training with him, letting a few snippets about herself sneak in as he asked her questions, and now he was immersed in her world and had gotten to know every inch of her.
It would have been too unethical for this to happen sooner, and yet he could kick himself for only getting to it now when she’d just found out she was leaving town.
As if she’d read his mind, Misty turned to face him. “So what do we do now?”
“I can’t keep training you after this. I’d get in too much trouble for being with a client.”
“But we didn’t do anything until after our contract was up,” she pointed out.
“True, but you need to stay in shape for the combine.”
“Like I don’t know that. Should I switch to someone else?”
The idea of Misty working out with someone else rubbed Spencer the wrong way.
“You should be okay sticking with the workout schedule I gave you. Cardio one day, strength the next, rest in between. You have a good foundation in place and shouldn’t need another trainer.
But that’s the last advice I can give you on this. ”
She looked like she was taking mental notes. “So I can’t work out with you anymore, but does that mean I can’t see you for other things?”
The thought of other things warmed Spencer’s chest. “When do you leave?”
“I’m off in three weeks.”
He toyed with a lock of her hair as he thought. “Then maybe we ought to make the most of those three weeks...everywhere but the gym to be safe.”
“I like the sound of that.”
She turned to face him, and he kissed her softly. In contrast to the fevered kisses from earlier, when the sexual tension of the past few weeks had exploded all at once, this was about simply enjoying each other and sharing affection.
“And to think I was on my way to the grocery store when I saw you,” he mumbled, running a hand over her hair.
Her lips pressed his before she answered. “Go later. We can always order dinner.”
“True. But I’m not hungry now, at least not for food.”
“So what do you want?”
He bent to kiss her again, but something out of the corner of his eye gave him pause. “Is it just me, or does it look like that thing’s watching us?”
She got up and turned the duck around so it was facing away from the bed. “Better?”
Even as she asked, he barely noticed the duck’s tail. Between her loose hair, recently kissed lips, and bare breasts, she looked like a temptress. “Much.”
She returned to the bed, and the next few minutes fell away in the endless kisses. If this was what the next three weeks had in store for him, Spencer welcomed it with both hands.