Chapter Seven #2
She walked me through the basics, my brain working overtime to keep up.
It didn’t help that she all too frequently directed my arms, her touch lightning upon my skin.
She smelled of rich cologne. Not the cheap shit permeating college locker rooms, but something with depth, with spice, straddling the line of masculine and feminine, just as Alex herself did.
Her sweaty hair somehow fell perfectly to frame her engrossing eyes, and so lost I was, it hit me all at once that I was having a really fun time.
“Okay,” Alex said as she grabbed her gloves. “We’re going to practice your punches. Tap my gloves with yours. We’ll do a jab, cross, hook, and another cross.”
I’d hardly broken a sweat; Alex wasn’t actually working me that hard, a tinge of amusement infiltrating every word. “Is this the part where I get to punch you?” I teased.
“If you can catch me off-guard, go for it.”
I followed as she directed, occasionally throwing a weaker jab at her face—which she deftly redirected like a windmill. It was sweaty work after all, a sheen breaking against my skin as I focused both on following her hands and plotting how to best get that punch in.
Jab, cross, hook, cross, and repeat, repeat, repeat.
When Chiara entered the room from an office, Alex spared her a half-second glance—
—giving me just enough time to make contact with her shoulder.
“Woo!” Hyped on adrenaline, I cheered, punching my arms in the air. “That’s a proper hit if I’ve ever seen one.”
She validated it by rubbing along the joint. “Maybe I shouldn’t have taught you the hook yet, damn.”
“Ms. Winthrop, I think we had a deal. Shall we proceed to the locker room?”
She chuckled as she removed her gloves. “We shall.”
My adrenaline burned in my blood, but something far more potent burned deeper.
In the locker room, a jolt of excitement coursed through me when I heard the door click as Alex shut it. She leaned against it, arms crossed expectantly.
Oh, she was in peak fuckboy mode. Something about it made me shiver, heat welling in my core. Already, she undressed me with her gaze. I hooked my fingers under the band of my sports bra. “And this is different from last night?”
“It hurts me that you think you aren’t hot enough to break my vow of celibacy.” She beckoned me forward with her finger, a puppet master to my strings. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
My mind filled with filthy images, my need to be pressed naked against her glistening body driving out all sane thoughts. “I want you all over me and inside.” I pulled up the band of my sports bra, my breasts dropping into view.
Alex none-too-subtlety licked her lips. “Those are good tits.”
I shook my breasts just so, gratified when Alex’s pupils engulfed her pretty irises. “Oh, I know.” I hummed as I pulled my sports bra all the way off, adding a little bounce to my step as I sauntered to her side. “I assume you’ve seen a lot of tits?”
“Is that a trick question?”
I grabbed my breasts with my hands, offering them forward. “I just wanna know what you’d do with them.”
Now Alex bridged the gap between us, her mouth caressing my ear. “Touch them. Love them.” I gasped as her teeth grazed my ear. “Get my strap and fuck them.”
Her hands skimmed up my bare waist. I shivered as she caressed the perimeter of my breasts, thumbs brushing just so against my pert nipples.
A faint whine escaped my throat. “Please get your strap and fuck my tits.”
I felt her smile against my cheek, her thumb making torturous circles against the tender buds. “Alas, I don’t keep my strap-on at work. Maybe after our date.”
Her hands engulfed my tits, the contentment on her face as she squeezed leaving me weak. I brought my arms up around her shoulder, then pressed our lips together, sloppily kissing her as she groped me.
I moaned as her tongue swiped against my lips, bidding them to part. Oh, I loved her hands, loved their calluses and the way they took their time. I hooked my thigh around hers, the slight pressure of her thigh against my crotch making me groan.
I could’ve eaten her alive and prayed to be consumed in turn.
She left me hot, so hot, my body reeling as she pressed me against the door, as promised.
I wanted her naked, but she remained frustratingly clothed, her sports bra keeping me from seeing the rest of her beautiful body.
I imagined her breasts—God, it had been too long since I’d touched a pair of tits.
“Take off your clothes,” I managed to say, a growl more than human words.
But Alex made no move to obey, even shaking her head with a wicked chuckle. “This is about you.”
Damn her, but I was helpless when she began kissing down my neck. I was desperate to touch her, so instead I gripped her hair and dug my nails into her back, savoring her strong body.
Still, one errant thought lingered. Dammit, it lingered and managed to break through the fog. “Alex?”
She kissed up to my neck. “Princess?”
Maybe nothing mattered, and I should just let her touch me. But no. I’d gotten this far. “You said it’s been two years since you’ve had sex, right?”
“I haven’t lost my touch, have I?” Her teeth scraped my ear, leaving me shivering.
“A-Are you sure you want to do this here?”
She pulled back. Her hand left my breast, instead cupping my cheek. A dangerous vehemence filled her words. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Terra. I’ve been starving, and I finally get to eat.” Her lips twisted into a grin. “That’s not a bad idea actually. Take off your pants.”
I bit my lip beneath her gaze, my own illusion of control unraveling. “I’m not exactly fresh down there after all that boxing.”
“Even better.”
My blush burned as she slipped my shorts and underwear over my ass, one hand lingering to grope the firm flesh.
“Your tits steal the show, but damn, you have a good ass.” Before I could make an appropriately smartass remark, her hand slipped around between my thighs, my anticipation spiking as she touched my slick lower lips. “You want me bad.”
“So bad,” I managed to breathe, biting back a cry as she teased my inner labia, my cunt twitching from want.
Her gaze was too profane for words. “How good is your balance?”
“I have no blood in my extremities at all, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Fair enough.”
I yelped when she lifted me—just hoisted me up from under my ass and set me on the counter like it was nothing.
With my back to the mirror, she spread my legs, visibly delighted at what she saw. I reached down myself and stroked against my clit, adoring how her pupils expanded at the gesture. “You know, I did this last night,” I admitted, shamelessly spread before her, “thinking about you.”
“Fuck,” she replied, drawing it out. “Tell me more about it.”
That was when she buried her face in my pussy. No warning. No warm-up. Just her lips kissing my labia and her tongue circling my entrance.
I bit back a startled, pleasured cry. “W-Well—” I gasped, the way she licked my tender folds utterly torturous and oh so perfect. “In my fantasy, you were fucking me with those beautiful, strong hands of yours. But tonight I’ll be thinking about this.”
She lifted her head, my own pleasure glistening from her lips and chin. Fuck, that was hot. “Oh, I will be too.”
She resumed eating me out; I braced myself as her tongue licked inside me.
“I kept hearing your voice in my head,” I continued.
“When you told me you’d take care of me—fuck, have you ever.
” Somewhere amid the splendid pleasure of her touch, I felt her hum.
Deeper, came my silent plea, but audibly, I said, “I’ve wanted you for so long too, Alex. ”
I whined as she drew a line with her tongue to my clit, suddenly assaulting it with her lips.
My pleasure spiked. I threw my hand over my mouth as fingers teased my entrance.
Fuck, it was about to happen. Oh, Alex would be inside me; she’d fuck me hard into this countertop; she’d own me just how I’d always wanted—
The door jostled.
Alex froze.
She pulled back at the frustrated cursing outside, and helped me down at the sudden jingling of keys. “The stall,” she whispered, but it was nearly a yell, and I managed to duck and grab my bra and shorts and slip past the door just in time.
Chiara’s voice came unimpressed. “Locking the door? Really?”
“It slipped, sorry.”
“If you’re going to lie, at least make it feasible. That’s not how the lock works.”
My breath remained unsteady, but my bra was in place.
My shorts were not, but I dared to peek out of the stall.
“Sorry,” I dared to say, willing my resolve to stay strong as I met Chiara’s disapproving gaze.
Hopefully my breathless demeanor wasn’t too suspicious.
“It’s my fault. I was worried about privacy.
I’m not comfortable changing in public, and she was just being considerate. ”
The lie came seamlessly, and Chiara studied me like she might’ve halfway believed it. “You have students coming in ten minutes,” she said to Alex, and then she left.
I slunk out with my shorts covering my crotch, equal parts aroused and mortified. “Is she always a bit cold?”