Chapter 35
Jade
M y day is full of meetings and before I know it I’m closing down my computer for the day. I've not seen or heard from Hunter all day but he sent some lunch for me and Ted. I check my phone, smiling when I see a message from him.
Hunter – Sorry, Tink, I’ve been in meetings all day today. I hope you enjoyed your lunch. Call you later? I’ve missed your smile.
Grinning down at my phone like a love struck teenager, I send him a quick message back letting him know I’m going to the gym in the office before I go home but I’ll call him when I’m back.
Slipping into my workout clothes, I’m surprised to find the gym empty. I love having this place all to myself. Popping in my headphones, I head over to the free weights. I’m fully immersed in my audiobook, lying with my eyes closed on the bench, a pair of dumbbells resting on my thighs as I try to muster up the energy to complete my final set when I feel the presence of someone else in the gym.
My eyes pop open to meet a pair of deep blue eyes that I’ve been thinking about non-stop. Hunter bends over me, placing his strong hands next to my hips. An ache between my thighs makes me want him to touch me in a far less respectable way. After a moment, he wordlessly stands, leaving me coiled tight, my fists gripped tightly around the dumbbells in my hands. The pulse now pounding in my ears is not from my workout and of course, he knows what he’s done and how badly I want him as he confidently strides toward the racks to start his workout. I rise from the bench and drop the weights to the floor as I take in the way his muscles flex as he picks up the dumbbells. The sound of my weights hitting the floor catches his attention and his eyes lock on mine in the reflection of the mirror. His eyes dance with promise and I watch as his throat bobs as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, tugging it into my mouth.
Two can play your type of game, Mr. Stone.
I bend, picking up my equipment and walk in front of him to put them back, a sway in my hips. I don’t miss the ragged breath he sucks in or the way his gaze drops to my arse as I drift past. The squat rack is directly in his line of sight, and I feel the need to push his boundaries. The ache between my thighs only grows as I watch him from the corner of my eye while I set up the bar. Sweat beads on his brow and his muscles bulge and strain as he continues his workout.
Fuck.
He has me worked up with only the briefest of touches, and the audiobook still playing in my ears also isn’t helping. The main characters are currently having the time of their lives on his desk. Now my mind has gone to me and Hunter having sex on his desk, or my desk, or anywhere in the office really.
My chest heaves as I rest the bar along my shoulder blades, releasing it to start my squats, and I can see out of the corner of my eye he stumbles as he goes to put his dumbbells back. My lips twitch in a triumphant smile. The shorts were a good choice.
My whole workout feels like foreplay as we both continue teasing each other. Especially as he now seems to have lost his shirt.
I hit the mats where I can’t see him, while I stretch to cool down and calm my racing heart. My eyes are closed as I stretch out my hamstrings and I jolt at the feel of strong hands on my calf, pushing me further into the stretch. I groan at the added pressure and my heart almost stops beating when my eyes spring open and I see the pure desire flaming in his eyes.
I’ve completely lost all my senses.
I’m desperate for whatever he will give me. Not a single rational thought is in my head as I breach the gap between us and crash my lips to his feeling wetness pool in my core as I feel how much he wants this. Wants me. He rips his lips away from mine, lowering my leg. His hands circle my wrist pinning my hands to the mat while he takes out my headphones. “ The Notebook ?”
“Definitely not.” I bite my lip as he uses his other hand to slip into my shorts while trailing kisses along my collarbone. I’m panting, my pussy throbbing with need when his skilled fingers find my swollen clit and wet pussy and he drags them through my wetness.
“Tell me, Tink, is this needy pussy of yours wet and swollen because of me or because of your book? And I think I know you well enough to know if you’re lying.” Circling his finger over my clit in slow, torturous movements, I whimper. “Answer me, Tink or I stop, leaving you aching.”
“I do love the narrator in this book. His voice does things to me.”
He nips at the swell of my breast. “Wrong answer. Keep lying to me and I won't give you what your body is crying out for.” His voice is gruff as he releases my hands and pulls my sports bra up, nipping as he kisses my aching breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipple. His hot mouth is the best torture, my pussy pulses as he worships me. Arching into his mouth he bites down, finally pushing a thick finger inside, the relief of him finally stretching me has me crying out.
“Tell me, Tink.”
He continues to push inside me with torturous strokes, making me so breathless I can’t form words as he pushes another inside. The stretch sends a bolt of pleasure through me and I claw at his biceps, grappling for purchase. I'm so close my orgasm starts to coil in my core, and my walls clench as my arousal coats my thighs. He stops suddenly, making me whimper in frustration. He drags his tongue across my peaked nipples causing my back to bow, before he roughly sucks my nipple into his mouth and I shamelessly start to rock my pulsing pussy against his hand, trying to chase that pure euphoria he so cruelly whipped away from me. But he pauses my movements, forcing my hips into the mats and releasing my nipple. “Answer me, Tink,” he mumbles against my heated flesh.
“You, Hunter. It’s been only your face I picture between my thighs, working your fingers inside me, making me scream.” I wrap my fingers around his wrist, coaxing him to move his hand against my pussy and his grip relaxes on my hip, allowing me to get that friction I need, but I need more. “Your thick cock stretching me for the past six months.” His eyes flame with heat, and I know he will crack with my next words. “Now, finish what you started, before I take matters into my own hands. And trust me I won’t be letting you watch.” A pained expression crosses his face before he roughly tugs my shorts down, taking my swollen clit between his lips, while pushing two fingers back inside me. I sigh in relief and watch in wonder as he laps at my swollen bud while his fingers move in a quick, delicious pace. The sounds of his fingers working my pussy and the guttural groans escaping him as he devours my pussy fill the room, making my head spin. He twists his fingers, stroking my G-spot, and the delicious pressure on my clit with his mouth makes my legs tremble and shake. “Oh, God.” I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. His tongue lashes at my clit, sucking and swirling until I’m writhing beneath him. My eyes roll and I press my hand harder against my mouth to silence my uncontrollable screams.
“Let me hear you, Tink, don’t hide,” he mumbles against my soaking wet folds before he leans back down, sucking hard on my clit. Removing my hand, I let out a loud cry that vibrates around the gym, but my resolve has gone. I couldn’t care who hears me now. I grasp the back of his head, pushing him into my slick pussy, rocking against him as I ride out my orgasm.
I lie there in a daze, utterly spent and sated, as he pulls up my shorts and rights my bra. I glide my fingers down his stomach, loving the way his abs flex under my touch. I toy with the waistband of his shorts before he stops me. “I’m good, Tink, you don’t have to return the favor. Fuck that was…” He breathes out, as if trying to find the words. “I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on at the gym before. And you only wear those shorts around me from now on.” He smacks my ass playfully.
“I’ll wear what I like, Mr. Stone.”
He chuckles as he runs his fingers up and down my spine. “I know.”
“We really should get up. Anyone could’ve walked in. I can’t believe I let you do that to me, knowing that.”
“Not likely. I locked the gym when I came in and saw you in those tiny shorts.”
I straddle his waist, placing my palms on his chest. “You locked us in here?”
“Yes, don’t look at me like that. You have trouble written all over your face.”
Grinding down on him, I circle my hips. His grip on my hips tightens, moving me against his cock. “Well, it does seem such a shame if we have it all to ourselves not to make use of it.”
“Woman, you’ll be the death of me.”