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"He is," I agreed. "We'll make sure to look out for you guys next time. Join me in the cheering section."
"We have to!" Grace gasped. "I saw your cute face paint and jersey. We need matching ones, girls!"
"We do!"
Tate had completely lost the crowd at this point. He rolled his eyes and gave a look to the ceiling like he was begging the universe for the patience to deal with this crowd.
"Laps!" he yelled, blowing his whistle twice.
"Wins one game and goes on a power trip!" Grace yelled out in exasperation as she started walking. We got through three laps before the ladies were back into the workout again.
"Alright, side steps," he ordered us. We followed him to one side, then the other. His eyes bounced from one of the ladies to the next and skipped over me completely.
Was he avoiding looking at me?
For a moment, I worried he was annoyed at me for derailing his class again but he told me last time this was just how the ladies were. If it wasn't me, it would be something else.
By the time he blew the whistle one last time and told them to do a cool down, he finally looked at me and cocked his head toward the back hall. I chewed on my lip as I got out and toweled off, tossing it in the bin when I was no longer dripping and followed him out. He was silent and tense as he led me down the hall and toward his office, only stopping long enough to tell one of the other workers to see the ladies out of the pool.
He held the door open for me and I slipped past before turning to look at him. The lock clicked into place before he was moving toward me, eyes locked on mine and backing me into the desk.
"Do you know how fucking hard it is to focus on teaching that class when you're wearing this?” he growled. "Every step had your tits bouncing and I could just picture your ass in that suit."
A startled laugh escaped me.
"I thought I did something wrong," I admitted when he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Just existing near me and turning me on," he teased, voice lighter as he started to kiss my neck. This close I could smell a hint of his cologne still and I inhaled, loving how he was never shy about showing me what I did to him.
Tate let out a noise of frustration when I shoved him away but I simply turned around and bent over his desk, suddenly very happy that he hadn't unpacked his laptop yet so it was clear.
"Show me what I do to you, Tate. Fuck me right here."
He dropped to his knees behind me, hands trailing down my wet suit and over my hips, then down my legs. I shivered at the light touches and the slight scrape of his blunt nails over my skin. Tate had no trouble peeling the suit down my thighs, rolling it down and tossing it aside before he was rubbing his stubbly jaw over my ass as his hands skimmed over my naked skin. It felt like he was marking me, so turned on he just needed to breathe me in, and fuck if that didn't do things to me.
"How wet are you for me, baby?" he husked out as his hands snaked between my thighs and skimmed over my pussy. My wetness had nothing to do with swimming and everything to do with the possessive way he manhandled me. He stood then, ripping the top free and palming my breasts, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers as he ground his erection into my ass. He'd dropped his shorts so it was skin to skin, the heat of him sending a wave of lust straight through me.
"Fuck me, Tate. Please," I begged as I wiggled my ass into his dick, not above using whatever I could to get him to give in.
He bent me over the desk, kicking my legs apart and spreading me open for him, before sliding the tip of his cock over my slick pussy. Every brush of it over my core had me whimpering, gripping the wood of the desk as I waited for him to take me.
"So fucking good for me," he praised as he lined himself up and sank into me slowly, giving me inch by inch until his balls hit my ass. "Like you were made for me."
"I was," I said, shifting onto my toes so he could go even deeper. My sensitive nipples brushed over the cool wood of the desk as he started to fuck me, slow at first like he was in control.
Until it snapped.
With a grunt he pulled out, then slammed into my pussy hard enough the desk slid. He didn't care about the noise as he held onto my hips and fucked me hard. The sound of his body slamming into me filled the office along with our gasps for air.
My body sang for him, everything sensitive as he plunged into my pussy, shifting his hips with each thrust to hit that spot that had my legs shaking and my orgasm already threatening to overtake me.
Tate could read my body now, knowing I was close. He leaned over my back and wrapped his arm around me to find my clit. Only a few strokes of his fingers had me letting out a keening cry as my orgasm rocked through me. My vision blurred and my body went limp as my pussy pulsed around him.
He groaned, thrusting one final time and holding there, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.
Tate draped his body over mine, still inside of me as he embraced me, holding on for dear life as if he couldn't bear for it to be over yet.
Our breathing evened out and I relaxed into the desk, letting him pin me there, the pressure of his body on mine strangely soothing.
