Blow
Sarah T. Ashley
©2015 Sarah T. Ashley
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Chapter 1
I opened my eyes, and stretched. Kirk’s leg was thrown over mine, and I decided to savor the moment. Ever since I had agreed to sponsor Kirk through the gym, we’d been spending every spare moment together. At first I hadn’t been sure he was that kind of man, but he seemed to want to be with me just as much as I wanted to be with him.
Not wanting to wake him, I started to slide my leg out from under him. He stirred, but didn’t open his eyes. I moved again, but this time his arms snaked out and wrapped firmly around me. “Mmm. Where are you going, beautiful?”
“I have to get ready to go to the gym,” I said. “I have a meeting this morning with a man from the bank.”
“We have time for one more session?,” Kirk asked. He opened his heavy lidded eyes, and gave me a lazy smile. Heat shot through my veins as I stared at him.
“Kirk—“ I started.
Before I could get much farther, Kirk had pulled me closer to him and brought his lips to mine in a light kiss that deepened quickly. He slanted his lips along mine, and I opened my mouth to him with a moan. His tongue invaded my mouth, dancing, plundering, teasing.
He broke the kiss, and moved his lips to my jaw. The sensitive skin of my neck became the next focus of his attention. As he trailed his tongue between my breasts, I arched my back against him. He flicked the nipple of my left breast with his tongue, coaxing the bud into a taut peak. He sucked and licked until I was writhing beneath him. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he moved on to my other breast, repeating the process, and driving me mad. All my nerve endings were on fire, and my thighs were slick with desire.
By the time he reached my dripping pussy, I felt like I was about to explode. He plunged his tongue into me, and my hips bucked up off the bed as if they had a mind of their own. “I—I’m going to come,” I stuttered.
Kirk withdrew, and sat back on his heels. “Not without me, you aren’t,” he said with a saucy grin on his face. Even through my lust-filled haze, I could appreciate how adorable he looked. I was beginning to love that about him, how he could be so tough in the middle of a fight, but then so cute and sweet when we were alone.
“Then get inside me,” I said, tossing my head back against my pillow.
“From behind,” Kirk grunted.
Before I could respond, he flipped me over and pulled my ass up so he could slide into my pussy. Kirk had been instrumental in teaching me to embrace new positions. Even though I wasn’t a novice when it came to sex, ever since I had hooked up with Kirk, I’d noticed that I was more willing to fuck in different ways.
Kirk gripped my hips, and groaned as he pushed all the way into me. My insides stretched and filled. I moaned, and grabbed my sheets in my fists. The first few strokes were so deliriously slow, I thought I might lose my mind. I was ready to beg and plead to get my climax. Kirk had a knack for building me up to a frenzy and then taking a tortuously long time getting me off. But I had a few tricks up my sleeve as well.
From my position, I thrust myself backward in short, quick bursts. Kirk smacked my ass playfully. The quick, sharp sting only heightened my desire. “Please,” I said.
That was enough for Kirk, he gripped my hips tighter, and began to push into me faster and harder. I met him stroke for stroke, and soon we found our rhythm. As the tension mounted, I could feel the release of orgasm coming at me full force, and I abandoned myself to the ultimate pleasure as I came hard and fast. I melted into a delicious, rubbery muscle puddle as Kirk thrust a few more times and came with a roar of my name on his lips.
He dropped onto the bed beside me, and kissed me softly on the lips. “Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning to you too,” Laughed. “I think it’s going to be a very good day.”
I watched as Emily stared at the man in disbelief. “What do you mean I’m going to lose the gym?” she stammered. “We’ve been doing so well lately. I—I mean, we have Kirk now.” She gestured to me helplessly.
She was right, of course. By signing me, she had elevated the profile of the gym considerably. I’d already won three legit matches that had brought in a considerable chunk of change. There was no way she could be behind on bills.
Emily’s face tightened. “No, there’s no way that could be correct. I’ve been going off the books my dad left me. I’ve been over them with our accountant. I’ve been assured that everything is in good working order.”
The man from the bank—Gerald—cleared his throat and ran a hand over his face. “Look, honey, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your dad fudged the accounts. He’s been in the red for over a decade, just barely keeping ahead of the foreclosure line. You’ve been doing the same, whether or not you realized it.”
I hung back. Emily and I hadn’t been together long enough for me to interfere in her business proceedings, but when she looked over at me with something akin to panic on her face, I did step closer to her. She stiffened her spine and raised her chin. “Can you give me some more time? I’m confident that I can come up with the payment.”
Gerald shook his head. “You have until the end of the month. There’s nothing I can do. You should have a talk with your old man. Maybe he can give you some insight into what he did or why he did it. That might help you fix the problem. As it stands there’s nothing more I can do. The bank has extended numerous lines of credit to your father that are also outstanding.”
Emily began to shake as she said,” I understand. Thank you for your time. Let me show you out.”
I stayed in the office as Emily ushered Gerald through the gym and to the front door. This news would be devastating to her to say the least. How many times in the past few weeks had she said that they were finally in the black? People had started coming back to the gym to train. Most days the place was packed from open to close. Even now, mid-morning, there were fighters sparing in the ring with one of the coaches calling out instructions. The machines were mostly full of people working out.
Her dad must have done a real number on this place if things were that bad. I shook my head. I had never met the guy, but he didn’t sound like a gem. Not the way Emily saw him at least. She saw him in a way that made him seem like a rock star. I had a feeling he was really only a schmuck who had left his daughter to clean up his mess. It made me want to punch him in the face.
When Emily came back into the office, her shoulders were slumped forward, and I could tell that she was fighting back tears. She pressed her fingers against her temples. “I can’t actually believe this is happening,” she said, though I couldn’t tell if she was talking to me or not.
“It’ll be okay,” I said, reaching out to pull her into a hug. She pulled her wrist out of my grip.
“No. No, it won’t be okay,” she said. “None of this is going to be okay. My dad screwed me over, and all these years I’ve been worried about disappointing him. How stupid am I?”
Her voice had risen to an octave that I was pretty sure could shatter glass, and I had to shut the door because people were starting to look. I was at a loss as to what she wanted from me, but I knew I had to do something. If she didn’t want a hug, maybe she wanted me to say something to her.
“Are you going to talk to him about it?” I asked.
Emily looked at me like I’d grown a third eye. “Are you kidding? What can I do? Just pick up the phone and say, hey, dad, did you cook the books? Yeah, don’t think that one is happening.”
The tone of her voice irritated me. “Look,” I snapped. “I’m just trying to help you out here. I’m not sure what you want me to do. I’ve already lent my name to this gym. I’ve brought in clients. I’ve brought in money. So don’t treat me like I’m some idiot.”
She was silent for a long time, looking everywhere but at me. “Sorry,” she said curtly. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at my dad.”
I didn’t respond. Instead I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She ignored me. It pissed me off, but I figured it was better than getting yelled at for something I didn’t do. She rummaged through the drawers of the desk, and then turned her attention to the big filing cabinet in the back corner of the office. “There has to be something here,” she muttered, mostly to herself.
She turned back to me. “I’ve never thought much about this before,” she said. “I’ve been using the same accountant that my dad used. I bet he screwed me over too.”
“What are you looking for?” My curiosity overtook my annoyance.
“There is an old ledger somewhere in here. My dad doesn’t know I kept it. He cleared most of that stuff out, but I thought that it would be a nice nostalgia item.” She groaned and shook her head. “I can’t believe how stupid I am.”
I knelt down beside her. “It’s not stupid to trust your parents. That’s just how we’re programmed as a species. Besides, there was no way you could know what your dad was thinking.”
“Yeah, well I’m never speaking to him again.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at me petulantly.
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit childish?” I said the words softly, hoping that a lowered cadence would soften the blow.
“You have no idea what you are talking about. If you ever say anything like that again, I’ll punch you in your effing face.”
The anger in my voice, scared me. I saw desire flash through Kirk’s eyes, and lust shot through my veins. I reached out, pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth came down over mine, hard and insistent. I parted my lips so he could slip his tongue past my teeth. None of our other kisses had ever felt like that before. There was almost a desperate quality about it.
Kirk pushed me away. “I want you so much right now,” he panted.
“Take me then,” I said. “Just fuck me now. With the gym full of people and the office door unlocked. If someone walks in, good.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Kirk growled. He pulled me to my knees.
“Am I?” I asked as Kirk turned me around. “Am I tempting you?”
He kneaded my breasts through my shirt, and he murmured in my ear, “What do you think?”
“Just do it then.” I gritted my teeth and glared up at him. I knew I’d said that I wasn’t mad at him, but I actually felt the anger pulsing off of me. Something dark dropped over Kirk’s features and he pushed me away again. “What’s wrong?” I taunted. “Are you chickening out? Don’t be such a pussy.” I didn’t know why I was taunting him, but as the venom spewed out of me, I felt lighter.
