Drenched Panties (4 page)

Ryan
placed his hands behind her head to help guide her movements as she took more of him into her mouth.
His low groan of pleasure fueled her desire to please him.

"Don't you stop,
Nicki.
"

She struggled to keep up with the pace he wanted with his fingers in her hair guiding her movements.
His thick long cock bumped the back of her throat and it took all of Nicki’s concentration not to gag. The fact that he controlled how fast and deep his
dick slid in and out of her mouth only made her wetter. His grip on her p
onytail
tightened and she moaned when he rammed h
is cock
between her lips. Nicki whimpered and pushed back against his thighs
.

She couldn't take it. Her lips felt swollen and her jaw was smarting.

Nicki sucked in gulps of air when Ryan pulled his cock from her mouth. The disapproval in his eyes made her heart skip
a beat
.
It was the same
stern look
he gave her during her workouts and it always mo
tivated her into action.

"I told you not to stop, Nicki,” Ryan said, taking hold of her chin.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“No excuses, remember?”

Still breathing hard, she nodded.

“Good. Stand up and strip out of those tight pants.”

With her pulse racing, she stood. She pushed her yoga pants down while Ryan watched.

“Leave the thong on and get on the bench on all fours.
Ass towards me.
"

Nicki
scrambled to get into
position.

"On your elbows, Nick
i."

She bent down on her elbows, fully aware that doing so pushed her vulnerable ass up into the air.
She
cried out when he smacked one ass cheek and then the other
. Shocked, she yelped as he spanked her. Nicki gasped at the heat arcing within her and on her skin where he smacked her. She
wiggled her ass
and Ryan’s cock pressed against her when he grabbed hold of her hips.

"Don't you
move.
" Ryan said
, letting go of her.

Nicki could see him kneel in the mirror. He pushed her thong to one side and caressed her still smarting ass cheeks. She gripped the bench hard when
he buried his face i
nto her, licking and kissing her wet pussy. He teased her with his mouth, driving her mad with lust.

“Please, Ryan.”

Nicki shuddered as he stood and pressed the tip of his cock against her slick entrance. She gasped when he slid deep into her, only to pull out seconds later. He repeated the teasing strokes, making her groan with frustration
.

"
Ryan, please,
"
she
begged.

She was dizzy with the need for more.

He pulled out and took a step back. “Get up, bend over and place your hands on the bench, Nicki.”

She moved off the bench and did as she was told. Her thighs were drenched with her wetness
as she bent over and held on to the bench. She heard Ryan move behind her. He took her again and her strangled cry of ecstasy echoed in the vacant gym.  

It had been so long and he felt so damn good. She tightene
d her inner muscles around his
cock and held on for dear life
while Ryan pounded into her. Her cries and moans of delight reverberated around them along with the erotic
sound of his sk
in slapping against her
s
. Nick
i
was certain he
was giving her the best she ever had.

Ryan grabbed her hips, increasing the tempo while
Nicki pushed back against him
.

“Play with your clit, Nicki.”

She followed his command. Her pleasure tripled and then exploded into nirvana. She let out a small scream, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Ryan continued his relentless strokes and then gave a rough groan of his own as he came. Nicki almost l
ost her grip on the bench
with his final deep thrust. Ryan pulled out of her body and they both fell on the mat,
sweaty and spent.
  

Nicki spooned her body next to Ryan’s and marveled
at the striking contrast and beauty of their bodies in the mirror.
He draped his arm across her waist and pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he cupped her b
reast with his big hand.

"Good workout," Ryan said with a little chuckle
.

Nicki
grinned. "Very."

There’s a saying that when one door closes another one opens. Sometimes, it isn’t a door, but an email. 

~Nichelle Gregory

The Email

Tyla took a sip of cold coffee and smiled. The java was terrible, but she didn’t care. She’d finished her
last design of the day.
She
sat up straight in her chair and stretched
the
tight muscles in her neck. All she had to do was check her emails and save the files
she wanted
to take
home to look at later with a glass of wine in hand
.
She was looking forward to a nice long soak in her tu
b and a relaxed evening of self-
pampering.

Tyla could hardly wait to leave the office. She sat her favorite mug down, opened her inbox to find only two emails to read and no doubt answer. Her gaze went to the sender of the first email and she sighed.

Jared
.

Tyla opened the email and read her ex-boyfriend’s
tired apology and yet another plea for forgiveness.
She had stopped answering his calls or texts
. Emailing her at work was his last annoying tactic.
Tears began welling up in her eyes a
s she reread his feeble attempt to explain why
he deserved another chance.

She’d given him two.

She sucked in a breath. She was done. Jared would never change. Tyla stared at the email, berating herself for allowing his message to upset her. She didn’t want him back. It was the unanswered questions that got to her. The why’s, who and where’s that keep the pain fresh.

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

The saying echoed in Tyla’s head, twisting the knot of anger within her. She hadn’t wanted to believe that about Jared, but those words couldn’t have been truer where he was concerned. She couldn't understand why he’d repeatedly
cheated on her.
All the time and effort she’d spent taking
care of her body
had meant nothing. She
was proud of her 5 foot 7 inch, hour gla
ss shape. Her hair and
nails
were always maintained
and
she
prided herself on staying in the gym.
It had taken her way too long to realize none of that mattered when the man you were with was a compulsive cheater.

She didn’t want Jared, but she did miss the sex. He had been an amazing lover, the only man able to make her come with his cock alone. Tired of the dating scene, Tyla hadn’t been out with a man nor had sex for almost three months. The sexual hiatus was taking its toll on her. She hated how much she craved the
hot
s
ex
Jared
had alway
s been able to deliver. That had been part of the reason she’d kept trying to make it work. Good cock was hard to give up and Jared had banked on her not being strong enough to do it.

“Tired player,” Tyla muttered.

She shook her head, hating how weak she’d been the last time she’d let Jared
talk his way through her door
. He’d grabbed her, kissed her and Tyla had melted in his arms. She let him fuck her in the foyer of her condo, knowing the moment they’d both climaxed she’d made a mistake.

Tyla stared at the last line of Jared’s email on her computer screen.

You know you want it only the way I can give it.

Fury boiled inside of her at the kernel of truth in his arrogant words.

He had some damn nerve!

She left the email open,
toggled to a
no
ther window and viewed the last email
from
Brian,
her art director
. She groaned with dismay as she read his message. He wanted some
last minute changes to her design before she left.

Great!

Just when she thought her day was over.
Tyla read through his bullet points carefully, seeing merit in his requests.
Brian was a tough art director
,
but
Tyla
respected him
and she thought he was a hell of a designer. His work was always on
point
and he consistently knew how to take any designer’s work on his team to the next level with his suggestions.

He was also sexy as hell.

She often wondered about the lucky woman in his life. Brian was not only talented, but genuinely warm. Some lady was seriously lucky.

Tyla typed a
quick
email in
response
to his, letting him know she would make the changes before she left. After hitting send, she began implementing the changes requested. Forty minutes later, she sighed with frustration. She couldn’t focus. Her mind was on Jared’s email. The more she thought about his treatment of her and his pathetic emails, the more furious she became. She knew it wouldn’t change anything, but she wanted to tell him a piece of her mind.

Tyla opened her inbox and hit reply on Jared’s message, determined to turn the tables.  H
er fingers practically flew over the keys
. She smiled when she’d finished reminding him of how much
he
would miss how
she could give it to him.
She’d reminded him of how soft and wet her pussy felt around his cock
and how he would never get
another chance
to touch her big, super sensitive nipples.

Jared
used to tease her for wearing padded bras to con
ceal just how big they were. He’d spend almost an hour playing with her breasts as foreplay, knowing how wet she got by him
licking and biting her nipples.

Tyla squeezed her thighs together. She was wet now, turned on by her own email.

“What are you doing, Tyla?” She asked herself.

Sending the email would be childish and counterproductive. Cursing, she
decided to delete the email. Her finger hovered over the delete button
.

“Tyla?”

Her head lifted above her monitor to see Brian approaching. She quickly toggled back to the design she’d been working on for him as he
reached her desk.

“Did you change that last item?” Brian asked, looking impossibly sexy in his dark suit.

“I was just getting ready to.”

“Don’t.
I took another look at your concept and decided
it’s
perfect for the client."

“Great.” Tyla
smiled,
pleased by his words. She stared at him, fascinated by his immaculate beard and his chiseled profile.

“I’m so pleased with how the final design came together. You did a fantastic job, Tyla.”

“Thank you.”

She took in a deep breath and the scent of his cologne made her stomach flutter. As far as she was concerned, Brian was the hottest guy at the company. He had gorgeous mocha skin, muscles that couldn’t be concealed beneath his fancy suits and the knack for getting anyone to smile. He seemed un
aware or uninterested in all the attention he got from the f
emale staff
. Tyla knew half the ladies working
at the company
wondered if he was as talented in bed as he was at work.

“You are very welcome, Tyla.”

He towered over her at six feet
four inches and she lifted her chin to stare into
his dark brown eyes
.
She tried not
to s
tare at his full lips curving
into a friendly smile.
Images of him putting his sexy mouth all over her breasts sent a flash of desire through her. Her pulse quickened while she pictured him licking her sensitive nipples.

She averted her gaze
, embarrassed by her train of thought. Heat
rolled over her in waves and Tyla could only hope Brian
wasn't picking up on her weird
behavior. Not having sex was driving her crazy, turning her into a
daydreaming
closet nympho.