Page 32 of Playing the Player

“I’m sure you would notice.” She pauses for a beat, “I just think you’d leave me there so you didn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

“I would never.”

“If it was you stuck in the toilet, I definitely would.” Sasha grumbles the words, turning to look out of the car window again, but not before I catch the smile threatening to break free across her face.

I smile too.

Sasha was hoping to see her parents and her brother while we’re in New York, but they all have plans this afternoon and our flight leaves early tomorrow morning, so there isn’t really another opportunity. It’s upsetting her. She doesn’t get to see them very often, and when she’s finally in the same state, everyone is too busy.

But in true Sasha fashion, she doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, we go down to the hotel gym after dropping our bags off in our room. If we had time, I would have taken her out somewhere to take her mind off it, but we have to start getting ready in an hour. Well, Sasha needs to start getting ready in an hour. All I need is ten minutes and I’m golden.

The gym is pretty minimal, nothing like I’m used to, but I make it work. I’ve been lifting weights for the last thirty minutes, trying desperately hard to stay focused on my workout. It isn’t fucking working.

Because Sasha is running on the treadmill directly in front of me, clad in a tight pair of leggings that show off her round ass, and a sports bra that does nothing to hide what’s underneath. I can’t take my eyes off of her. Her tits bounce as she runs, her nipples straining through the thin fabric and my cock swells in my shorts. Fuck, this woman is stunning.

Setting the weights back on the rack, I adjust myself in my shorts before moving in Sasha’s direction. She takes her headphones off as I near, but she doesn’t stop running. “I’m gonna head up for a shower.” I tell her, hiking my thumb behind me in the direction of the door. “You gonna be okay down here?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” There’s a smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes drop briefly before flicking back up to mine and I know exactly what she has noticed. She giggles, the sweet little sound sending another jolt straight through me. “Like what you see, pretty boy?” Sash teases, slowing her speed to a light jog.

If she thinks I’m embarrassed about this, she’s wrong, and if she wants to keep teasing me, I’m more than happy to play along. “Yeah, Angel.” I lower my voice as I take a step closer to her. “I do.” Sasha’s cheeks immediately turn pink, no sign of the confident woman she was only a minute ago. “Do you like what you see?” Her pupils dilate and her breath catches. That tells me everything I need to know.

I lean in closer to her, watching her pulse jump in her neck. For a second, neither of us say anything. The air between us feels heavier. Charged.

A bead of sweat trickles down her chest, rolling down the valley between her breasts and fuck me sideways, that is so fucking hot. I’ve never been one to be turned on by sweat but I would happily lick this woman clean if she gave me the chance to.

From her position on the treadmill, we’re almost eye level, me being a little taller. I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her cheek before pulling away with a smirk and turn towards the doors.

I’ve barely made it across the gym when I hear her exhale heavily behind me. A string of curses follows and I laugh under my breath. Mission accomplished.

Except, apparently, I have completely fucked myself in the process.

I have attempted to wash away all thoughts of Sasha from my mind, but no matter what I do, those memories won’t leave. I turn the shower as cold as it will go, but all that accomplishes is giving my skin a blueish tint.

Giving up on that idea, I turn the water back to hot. I grip my dick in a tight fists, begging the little bastard to disappear but every time Sasha’s perfectly round ass and bouncing tits pop into my head, he gets harder.

Every time I close my eyes I see her. That teasing smile. Those flushed cheeks. The way she looked at me when I asked if she liked what she saw.

Fuck. I’m screwed.

Sasha and I agreed that I would pay for the travel, and she’d pay for the room. Unfortunately, that meant having to stay at a cheaper hotel than both of us are used to. It’s not too bad, it’s clean, with nice decor, but it’s not the luxury kind of hotels I would normally stay in. The only problem is the bathroom door. It’s a sliding, barn style door that closes about a third of the way before it catches and gets stuck. And that means privacy is not guaranteed.

I pump my fist a few times, the feeling of relief washing over me. If I’m gonna deal with this, I need to do it before Sasha gets back up to the room. I don’t think it will be that hard considering Sasha is the one I’m thinking about, or the fact that her red, lacy thong was hanging out of the side of her bag. I almost crumbled when I saw it, picturing her wearing it.

I move my hand up and down in a steady rhythm, the sensation making my legs feel weak. I imagine Sasha standing in front of me, wearing nothing but that thong, her perky tits on full display, nipples hard, begging for my tongue.

“Do you like what you see?” She says in that seductive tone she used at the gym.

“Fuck, yeah I do.” I groan, pumping my hand faster.

“I want you to fuck me, Conor.”

I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily. My blood heats under my skin, a light sheen of sweat spreading across my forehead as I imagine Sasha in front me, replacing my hand with her own.

My cock pulses violently in my hand, getting harder by the second. “Are you gonna come for me?” My hand quickens its pace, the other gripping the top of the shower door to steady myself. My spine tingles, my movements become sloppy, and I come, harder than I have in a long time.

“Fuuuuck.” I groan as I release myself, the sticky ropes of cum washing away down the shower drain. God, that felt so good. I take a moment to catch my breath, both hands resting on the top of the door now. “Fuck.” I say again as my heart rate slows to a normal pace and my breathing becomes even again.

I look to the ceiling, shaking my head slightly before turning towards the door. I’m met with wide eyes staring back at me from outside the bathroom door, a look of what can only be described as lust filled horror on the face of the woman watching me. Neither of us move. Neither of us says a word. My heart drops straight into my stomach.