Chapter Seven #3
“Yes.” Alex absently went for her locker, where my stuff was kept. “And she’s a bit skeptical of you.”
“Is that why she was grumpy when she picked me up?”
“No, she was grumpy because I’m not even remotely a morning person and would be fully unsafe to drive at 5:30 AM. She was judging me, not you.” Alex sighed, looking a bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry. You deserve better than—”
“Stop it.” I held the shorts aside, revealing my bare lower half. “I’m having a great time. We don’t have to be done. We just have to be fast.”
I dragged her into the stall, locking it behind her. Immediately, I sat on the little bench, spreading my legs as I rubbed my clit and pulled my bra up. I groaned, my pleasure quickly returning beneath her gaze. “Fuck me. I’ll touch myself. Just fuck me, please.”
She knelt beside me, wasting no time before—
Fuck.
In the dirty locker room, pressed for time and half-clothed, Alex pushed her fingers inside me, and it was the hottest moment of my life.
I unraveled instantly.
She thrusted hard in those few glorious seconds, where I lost all control of my body and bit back a scream. My vision blurred, narrowing in on her lurid countenance. Everything else faded; I was simply helpless as I felt a taste of her strength and power.
With a final burst, my orgasm faded. I gave a few final furious rubs to my clit, pulling out one more glorious jolt of ecstasy. Alex slowed but didn’t withdraw yet, that dangerous glint in her eye leaving me enthralled. “Fuck,” she said simply.
“Fuck what? Fuck me?” I teased.
“Just…fuck.” She chuckled softly. “You are unbelievably gorgeous.”
Only then did she pull out her fingers, my disappointment curtailing when she offered them to me and raised an expectant eyebrow.
I fought a grin, instead parting my lips as she thrusted her fingers inside. I sucked them in deep, moaning as she fucked my mouth and let me lick her clean.
When she pulled them out, she flexed that beautiful hand. “Oh, you and I are going to have so much fun.”
My mouth hung open, panting like a dog. “When?” I said cutely, even adding a pout.
“Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up from work. Dress casual but cute.”
I batted my eyelashes but finally nodded. “Tomorrow. But I’ll be thinking about you all night.”
“Please do.” Alex caressed my breast, giving it a lingering kiss before pulling my bra down over it. “But don’t touch yourself. I want you properly hungry for tomorrow.”
I hummed. “Fine, yes. Whatever you say.”
When Alex rose, she helped me up in tandem. “No smart remark? I’m wounded, Princess. Normally you put up more of a fight.”
“Unfortunately for you, I’m pretty amiable after a good fuck.”
“That was barely a fuck at all.” She kissed me with perfect bitterness on her lips. “I’ve got to go. You can stay as long as you want though.”
“I should probably head home,” I said, though our disappointment seemed mutual. “Don’t want Chiara getting too upset. But I promise to not wear underwear tomorrow.”
She chuckled as she placed another kiss on my mouth. “I’ll pack if you say please.”
…Pack? My expression must have betrayed me, given that she continued laughing. “Like a gun?” I asked.
“Like a strap-on.”
“Oh, I’m just stupid. Sorry.”
“Not stupid.” She kissed me firmly, apparently unwilling to let me go. “But say please.”
“Pretty please pack your strap-on.”
Her amusement had yet to fade. “Packing means I’ll wear it under my pants.”
My intrigue and arousal both spiked. “Ohh,” I drawled out, and she kissed me lest I say anything else and ruin the mood.
I couldn’t let her go, and it seemed the feeling was mutual, given her protective embrace.
The quiet panic inside me tried to rise, my stomach tried to drop, but all of it was banished by her kiss and her presence.
I focused on her, on her hands caressing my bare waist and the foreign sensation of peace in her arms. She just felt so… so right.
We continued kissing in the locker room until noise rose outside the doors. People were arriving, but I struggled to care.
When she did finally pull away, regret filled her visage. “Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” I affirmed.
I let her go, then put on my work clothes.
When I emerged, a few kids had arrived, and I paused by the door as I watched her fist-bump a few with her gloves. She’d put an actual shirt on and knelt at their level, talking to them like they were…well, people.
I’d never thought much about kids. Even when I was with El, we were both too young to consider it.
But when I saw Alex laughing innocently with her students, I had to actively shove thoughts of kids aside.
Because that was mortifying, admitting I could even envision some suburban fantasy with Alex, 2.
5 kids, and a white picket fence. I’d never thought about that with anyone before.
I barely knew Alex. We hadn’t even officially been on a date.
Yet as I watched her gather her students together and practice warm-ups on the mat, it was much too easy to get lost in the longing. I’d seen Alex’s niece; I knew what those 2.5 kids could look like.
I left the gym quietly, lest I be seen, and put those damning feelings aside.