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He leans down and takes my lips while slowly grinding into me. With another leisurely stroke and thorough kiss, he pulls away, his hips still in motion, and I feel every inch of his dick sliding along my center.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” he breathes. “It does, Harper, you,” he shakes his head. “God, the ways I want you.”
“I’m right here.”
“You’re not ready for what I want to do to you.”
“Make me ready.”
“Damn, woman.”
Grind. Thrust.
Grind.
Thrust.
My needy clit pulses with each slow stroke as he does it again and again. It’s agonizing for both of us, a lot of tease without reward but the view of him hovering above is more than enough. He’s looking right at me, deep cloudy eyes filled with heat, long dark lashes flitting over his cheekbones as he gives in to the pull, closing his eyes, biting his lips while he works me.
“I’m going to lose my shit,” he rasps out. He drives then, his hips hitting me perfectly. And that’s when I feel it, the edge of an orgasm. It’s small, subtle at first but it creeps up in a tiny wave climbing until it unfurls through my whole body. I go over, pulsating everywhere, my body catching fire as Lance thrusts again spurring it on, milking it, while gripping my jaw to watch it happen. No man has ever watched me come, and I’m fascinated by his response to me. Somehow it means something, and I don’t think either of us isn’t aware of it. I could be romanticizing. And maybe I am, but I have a beautiful man between my legs, and that is something. I appreciate it for what it is. Lance buries his head in my neck, his cock rock hard on my thigh.
And then I go limp, my pulse still humming, my body covered in a thin veil of sweat.
“That was…”
“So good.” His voice is all I hear before he claims my mouth in a hungry kiss. When he pulls away, I look up at him with a new perspective. I want to hand him an award of some sort, but I grant him my awkward reaction instead.
“You are really good at that.”
“What do you think about doing this again?”
I grin up at him. “Not much in it for you.”
“Let’s rectify that.” He lifts one side of his mouth and takes my hand in his. Together we palm his cock. He groans into my mouth taking it with a possessive kiss as I take over, dipping into his shorts and pumping his length with my hand.
“That’s it, this will be quick,” he rasps out seconds before he pulses in my hand. He lets out an exaggerated breath, his face straining, his mouth slightly parted before he stares down at me with wonder. After, we lay spent on the mat for minutes in silence, our bodies tangled.
Once rested, he pulls me up to sit with him.
“I had fun tonight, just…hanging out. Fooling around. I don’t see the harm, if you don’t.”
“I don’t fool around, Lance.” I lift from the mat, realizing where we are and how far we’ve come from casually sharing pizza and conversation in mere minutes.
What in the hell?
I just let a guy dry hump me on a gym mat. I look over to see Lance isn’t at all weirded out by this. To me, it might as well have been voyeurism.
“Oh my God, what if there are cameras?”
“There aren’t. I asked Jake the other…”
I narrow my eyes.
He winces, “when I got my key?”
It’s obviously a lie, but I let him have it. All that matters is that we weren’t on camera. It’s my worst fear and for good reason. What in the hell was I thinking? I pull myself together while Lance reads my change in demeanor.
“What’s wrong?”
