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I squirmed so that I could feel his erection pressed against my bared ass.  I was craving his hand on me again. 

“What do you want?” Would it have been inappropriate for me to ask him for all of the above?  I wanted him to spank me again but the words failed to leave my mouth.

“You.  Touching me.  Everywhere,” was all I could muster.  I felt him staring at me with fire and want.  He pulled the straps of my dress down and twisted my nipples with gentle force.  I let out a gasp in response, instantly dying to know what would come next.

He started sliding my dress off of me in one quick motion and turned me to face him. My red lacy lingerie seemed to be a good choice, because for a few seconds, he just stared at me from head to toe, devouring me with his eyes.  He began sliding his hands over my taut stomach and slowly dragged his tongue from my navel up to my breasts.  Dipping his finger into the cup of my bra, he pulled the fabric down so he could look at my bare breast.  He groaned in soft appreciation, letting me know that he liked what he saw.  Starting on the left side, he massaged my breast with his firm hand while his mouth softly licked, sucked, and blew air over my
pebbled nipple.  Not wanting to treat one side better than the other, he slowly moved over to the right side.  His hand slipped beneath my panties and teased me with his touch. 

“Mmm, so wet…ready for me already?”  Tate slowly slid a finger inside me while still paying close attention to my aching breasts.  I tried grabbing for his pants but he swiped my hand away.  “Let me feel you first.”  He continued stroking me with two fingers and the moment he curled his fingers upward, I came undone around him. 

When I thought he was finally ready to unleash himself, he lowered himself down and started lapping up my wetness.  “Mmm, so fuckin’ sweet.”  

I had already come once and he was about to make me climax again without him ever being inside of me.  I found myself thinking,
“Can I keep him?”
but smiled at the outlandish thought.

“Hands on the glass, sweet girl, legs spread wide.”  I heard the distinct sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open and my patience was dwindling.  I needed him inside me.  Tate guided his fingers over my slippery core, coating me in my own wetness.  Slowly, his hand is replaced with the head of his cock and he felt big, bigger than I’m accustomed to. 

“See all those people out there?  They’re all watching right now, seeing your perfect tits on display and your shaved, wet pussy that’s begging for my dick.  Your screams and moans will make each and every woman down there wet, knowing how well you’re being fucked, while every guy down there will wish they were me, knowing how hard you like it.” 

I could feel his head nudging against my lower lips and I cried out in need.

“Let them watch me—us.  That way they’ll know what they’re missing.  Wouldn’t want to disappoint the crowd now, would we?”  Tate used that moment to slide slowly into me, giving me a few seconds to adjust, as his answer. 

“Let’s give them a show then, shall we?”  He grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me toward him as he surged forward.

Fuck, he’s huge
, was the first thought that came to mind.

I tried to stay in place, but his pummeling was slowly pushing me closer and closer to the window, causing me to gradually straighten my body.  Once I was nearly upright, his right hand swung around and started massaging my clit. 

Picking up his pace, he applied more pressure to my overly sensitive nub and I fell over the edge, seeing stars as I climaxed harder than I ever had before.  Screaming out his name, he picked up speed.  His movements were becoming less controlled and I knew he was close. 

“Fuck-k!”  He slammed into me once more and stilled, breathing heavily against my back. 

“Mmm, that was just what I needed, Tate.”  He pulled out of me and discarded the condom.

“So fucking good.  I need more of that, soon.”  He walked over to his underwear and began sliding them on.

“Why don’t you stay?  A few more rounds sounds like the perfect way to end the night,” I said as I made my way to the restroom. 

Looking back, I saw him nodding in agreement, following me.

I had planned on just taking off my makeup but he had other plans.  Tate turned the shower on and grabbed two towels off the rack.  Realizing his motive, I couldn’t find a reason to say no and stepped into the hot water with him following right behind me.

I woke up with Tate curled around me, still naked.  The night before was exhilarating and exhausting.  I was sure there was a trail of empty condom wrappers around the hotel room.  Out of all the places he fucked me the night before, I think on top of the bathroom vanity was my favorite.  After our rough romp in bed, he was gentle and sweet as I rode him.  Watching our bodies as they intertwined from every angle in the mirrors was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.  We took our time, memorizing each other as our skin glided together.  He always made sure I came before he let himself go.  I smiled at the memory and snuggled just a little closer to his warm body.  I was sore in all the right places and thought I might make an exception and enjoy him for a few more days.

*****

A stranger had never been more attentive to my wants and needs than Tate.  Although we only saw each other one more time while he was on his trip, he made me feel wanted and loved.  While the casualness of it all was what I needed, I still found myself thinking about Tate from time to time.

Chapter 2

Ryder

The drive from Los Angeles to San Diego was not enough time for me to figure out how to approach Reece.  I was accustomed to having up and coming authors lie down at my feet, agreeing to whatever terms I saw fit.  I never had to chase after an author and wasn’t quite positive why I was going after Reece Edwards like she was the next big thing.  I didn’t have anyone at home holding me back from making the short trip and welcomed the change of pace. 

After a little digging,
more like
stalking
, I found out that she does kickboxing…I think? Her pictures were of the cover of the book she’d written, some downright sexy teasers, a beach photo—which included a pair of knockout tanned legs—and a kickboxing logo.  I only hoped this meant she enjoyed actually
going
to kickboxing.  Her photos were all I had to go off of so I had to start there.

 When I searched what pages she likes, I saw that
Total Fitness 360
just happened to be in San Diego and had kickboxing classes everyday at eleven a.m.  It was a long shot, but if she was as much of a kickboxing addict as I was, she would be there at least two to three times a week.

I needed a drink, but it was just barely ten in the morning.  I had been thinking about her all damn night and needed to get done with the bullshit so I could get back to my normal life.

Who was I kidding?  My normal life had been hitting the gym before heading to work, working until seven or eight o’clock at night, making my way down to the bar, and going home to an empty apartment.  Sure, friends were in the mix, but it wasn’t part of the routine.  I needed to get back out there and relieve some of my stress.  I used to love quick fucks, and as soon as I got done with Reece, I was going to treat myself.

I found a hotel close to the gym and hoped my plan would work out for me.  It was a long shot, but didn’t know where else to start.  I’m just glad she didn’t do some yoga or zumba shit because I don’t quite think I’d fit in there.  I did kickboxing at home, anyway, so I wouldn’t look out of place when the instructor started doing upper cuts, roundhouses, and burpies.  

I changed into my workout clothes and made my way to the class.  While the class was mostly women, there were at least seven men who seemed to take it very seriously. 

Motherfuck goddamn motherfucker! 
I didn’t know what she looked like.  How did I miss that key piece of information?  I couldn’t just start calling out her name in class.  
You’re a smart one, Ryder
.

I didn’t have time to figure out my plan of action because the instructor was already asking if they had any new people that day.  I knew the names of the moves, so I didn’t feel the need to raise my hand.  No one had to know it was my first time there.

“I think we have a new one over here!!” I heard behind me on the left.  
What the fuck?  Who would do that?

 “Please don’t be afraid to speak up, it’s just nice to know if we need to go over how our class works so you’ll be more comfortable,” the barely legal bombshell of an instructor called out.  I just waited until they realized I wasn’t going to speak up.

“Becca, why don’t we just start with the warm-up and I’ll show him some pointers if needed. I don’t mind at all,” she said with a slight smirk while taking me in.
Was she checking me out? Ryder, stay focused! Turn off your pussy radar and get to work!

Class began and I picked up on the speed and style of how Becca taught.  She loved shaking her ass whenever possible.  I wasn’t complaining, but only a handful of the people in there should be shaking their asses.  I caught a few quick glimpses of the mystery girl who called me out and she had to have been doing kickboxing for years.  Her stance was perfect, hooks and jabs were at the right level and strength, and
damn
she shook her ass like a fucking pro.  She caught me staring at least twice and winked at her in acknowledgement.  Her blue eyes were a deep blue in comparison to my light blue.

 The hottie behind me stayed close enough to help if needed but let me do my thing.  I hoped she’d realized I didn’t need to be shown what to do.  From the mirrors in front of me, I could see her watching me and I allowed myself to watch her, too.  I mean, I was supposed to be learning this stuff, right?  

After fifty minutes of turbo rounds, Becca began a cool down that allowed us to stretch before the class was over.  It wasn’t my favorite part since it felt more like yoga than stretching, but I couldn’t make myself leave with the girl behind me still there.  Seeing her stretching her hamstrings by spreading her legs apart and bending over, reaching the floor with her hands with ease, made me wish I was behind her.  Her perfectly round ass in the air was begging to be squeezed and caressed.  I couldn’t get over the fact of how beautiful she was without trying.  The workout had effectively managed to sweat off any of her makeup she might have had on and she was natural in front of me.  While I was bent over, stretching as well, I snuck a peak between my legs to see her in the position that looked like a fun sex position.  Thoughts of how flexible she might be flooded my brain and I had to work not to get hard. 

I went through the whole class and had no idea who Reece was and if she was even there.  That morning had been a waste of time and I wasn’t sure what my next plan of action should be. I was grabbing my water bottle from the side of the room, getting ready to hit some weights, when I saw my new distraction walk up to me.

“I didn’t mean to point you out like that.  Most newbies who come in have no fucking idea what they’re supposed to do and end up being a distraction from what is supposed to be going on.  You didn’t seem like a virgin out there, though.”  
So she isn’t a total bitch.  Huh
.

She was clearly in shape as I took in her lean stomach and killer legs.  She had a feminine build that was clearly still toned and her luscious breasts were on display as she only wore black running shorts and a hot pink, front-zip sports bra.  Her shirt was in her hand but she made no move to put it on. 

“I understand.  I’m just new to this gym.  I’m actually in from LA on a business trip and thought I’d find a way to do my workouts while down here. I’m Ryder.”

“Payton.  Nice to meet you, Ryder.  I’m about to head down to Starbucks for a drink if you want to join me.”  Her juicy, pink lips were wrapped around the top to her water bottle as she replenished herself.  I blatantly watched before processing that she had asked me out. 
This is going to be easier than I thought.

I obviously wasn’t going to get to meet Reece, so I figured there was nothing to lose.  “Sounds like a plan.”

Payton

Walking into kickboxing with a TDF in front of my normal spot made me grin like the Cheshire cat.  “Mr. Tall, Dark, and Fuckable” had a lean waist with basketball shorts hanging low.  His loosely fitted black t-shirt showed off his muscular arms.  I knew he was new because I would remember that gorgeous face from anywhere.  When he turned to see who had walked in the door, I noticed his striking blue eyes that left me stuck in place for a moment.

I wanted to see how he’d react when I called him out for being new, but he didn’t buy into it.  I figured he’d take me up on my offer to show him some of the moves just so he could be near my chest but didn’t take that bait, either.

Ryder waited for me while I threw on a t-shirt and grabbed my bag.  I really wished I had taken a shower or put on some lip gloss or mascara before my workout, but I figured I was about to sweat my ass off and wasn’t expecting to see such an incredibly hot man while I was there.   I had been at that gym long enough to know which guys were married, who was a player, and who to stay away from.  I had a few good guy friends from the gym but none of them sparked my interests.  I never thought twice about how I looked when I got ready for the gym.  It was close to my house and I usually headed straight home afterward, anyway.  I made an exception that day by going to Starbucks since it gave me an excuse to stare at him openly as we got to know each other a little.