Page 16 of Fighting the Lure


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Sam took control, exactly how I’d hoped she would, and I surrendered to her kiss, to how she crowded my body, to the overwhelming need surging through me. I whimpered against her mouth as she devoured, twining her tongue with mine. My heart raced a million miles a minute, and my mind was reeling. This had been a fantasy for so long I could barely believe it was happening. Moisture pooled between my legs, which were trembling.

Sam raked her fingers through my hair, giving a light tug that sent a frisson of pleasure through my system. She slowly pulled away, and I bit back a noise of protest. Her dark eyes were luminous, filled with banked heat, and her lips were even plumper and redder from our kiss. The intensity in her gaze was enough to drown in, and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to go work out now with how damn turned on I was.

“We’ve got a little time before your session starts,” she said, her voice throaty and seductive.

Was she suggesting…I licked my lips.

Her eyebrow lifted, the look in her eyes wicked. “Don’t know about you, but I could do with a shower.”

My heart rate accelerated like a Tesla, ramping up faster than I believed possible. “Depends.”

“On what?”

I leaned in so my lips brushed against her ear. “How many times you can make me come.”

“Challenge accepted.” Sam took her sports bra off and tossed it to the bench, placing her gorgeous breasts on display. My nipples tightened just from looking at the dark areolas, the hefty globes I wanted to squeeze. Before I could process that, she’d drawn down those short shorts and panties to reveal a muscular ass I wanted to sink my teeth into and her gorgeous pussy with a thatch of dark, trimmed curls. My mouth watered. Fuck, there was too much I longed to taste.

“Plan on showering in that?” Sam asked, a cockiness in her voice that made me goddamn swoon.

I sucked in a breath and focused on getting my pants down. I dragged off my gray sweats and panties in one go, my hands trembling. Any moment, someone could come walking in and disrupt us. If anything, that spurred me on to move faster. I ditched my shirt and then my sports bra in record time, adding them to the pile on the bench beside us. Goose bumps traveled across my body, but not from the cold. Sam’s gaze lit me on fire from the inside out, and my pussy was dripping.

Sam extended her hand. “Follow me.”

I slipped mine in hers, and she led us to the line of showers along the back. My pulse thumped hard, my skin buzzing. Sam had kissed me. I kept tripping over that simple fact because it had been something I’d dreamed of for far too long.

She pushed back the curtain, the sound echoing through the locker room—because everything echoed in here. That awareness soaked through me, pumping more adrenaline through my veins as I stepped in after her, drawing the flimsy fabric shut behind me. I drank in the sight of her as if I looked with fresh eyes each time.

Those shapely hips should be illegal, as should her breasts, so round and the perfect handfuls. Her hair was still pulled back in the ponytail, but I loved it like that. It fit her completely. Fuck, the woman even had abs, ones I needed to trace with my tongue. I wanted to lower to my knees and lap at her pussy until she came.

However, when Sam stared at me with a wild spark in her eyes, I held back. This was her rodeo.

“Fuck, you look delicious.” Her low, throaty voice was my undoing. “C’mere.” She beckoned me with one finger, and I took a step toward her. She reached behind me and turned on the shower, the cool water sending a shock through my system until it warmed up. Not like a cold shower could douse the inferno burning inside me. The water cascaded between us, barely covering either of us—but I didn’t mind seeing her all wet and slicked up in the slightest.

“Can I touch you?” she asked, her directness a total turn-on.

“Anywhere you want,” I murmured like a breathless slut.

The corner of her mouth quirked into a deadly smirk. Fucking sinful. She stepped into my space again, and I stood there, waiting—needing—for her to make the next move. Sam leaned in and nipped at my earlobe, sending a jolt right through to my core, and then slid her palm up my side until she circled my breast. The water pelted down on my skin, warm and blissful against my muscles, but they were already melting from that kiss, from having Sam close.

My nipples were so taut, waiting to be touched, and Sam didn’t let me down.

She brushed her thumb against my nipple, and the sensation traveled straight between my legs.

“Nggh.” Coherent words were overrated.

“God, these tits.” Sam grabbed one of my breasts and lifted it toward her mouth. The firm grip around my breast, the way her tongue lapped out at the tip of my nipple, all of it had my legs quaking and my clit throbbing. But she didn’t stop there. No, she wrapped her lips around my nipple and sucked hard.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out. My clit ached, and I needed her between my legs something fierce. Except she wasn’t stopping. Instead, Sam backed me against the stall, grabbed my other breast, and gave that nipple the same treatment. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my core throbbed as she alternated back and forth, nipping, sucking my nipples until I was writhing, delirious with need.

A sob escaped my mouth and echoed through the place. However, she was relentless, tugging and teasing at my nipples until I whimpered. The handfuls she had of my tits, how claimed and possessed I felt with her firm grip had me floating even higher, as if this wasn’t already the hottest moment of my life.

Her mouth was scorching, her tongue, teeth, and the suction at the perfect rhythm to make me lose control. My legs were shaking, and I’d never felt the need between my thighs grow this sharp or incessant before. But the sight of her, fingers buried in my tits, her lush lips wrapped around my nipple was intoxicating. The woman launched a direct frontal assault I happily surrendered to.

She finally pulled back, her wet hair plastered to her skin in the hottest way possible. Rivulets traveled down her shoulders, through the valley between her breasts, down her vee to her pussy. God, I wanted to slip my fingers between her thighs.

Before I could move forward or process anything, Sam had let go of my breasts and lowered to her knees.

My nostrils flared. Oh fuck.

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