Thrust (7 page)

I FIND MYSELF RUSHING TO the gym door as soon as I jump out of my jeep. I have to catch myself from face planting when my feet hit the blacktop. That’s how fast my feet are shuffling right now.

I’m already thirty minutes late and I was in such a hurry that I didn’t even bother stopping to send Kyan a message. I have no idea if he’ll be upset and I really don’t want him to think that I forgot about our session.

When I look around me, the parking lot is empty; all except for an expensive looking motorcycle parked close to the building. It confuses me, causing my steps to slow. “Shit! Please don’t be closed.”

I place my hand on the handle and pull, expecting it to be locked, but it easily opens, surprising me. A surge of hope rushes through me at the thought that I’ll at least get a chance to explain. I just hope the bike outside is his.

Walking inside, I look around me, but don’t see anyone else in the gym. One of the tanning room lights are on as if someone may have recently gotten out, but besides that, it’s just rows of empty equipment.

Once I get closer to the back, I notice Kyan’s office door is open, so I jog a little to get there faster, not wanting him to have to wait any longer than he already has.

I poke my head inside to see Kyan leaning against his desk, dressed in a black, sleeveless shirt and a pair of gray shorts. He looks sweaty and out of breath, as if he’s just finished with his own workout.

He looks up as he takes notice of me. “Calla.” He smiles.

“Hey.” I watch him as he pushes away from his desk and walks over to stand in front of me. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes just check out my breasts as they slowly rise and fall. “Why is the gym empty? Am I too late? I got held up with a wedding. I’m really sorry.”

Another small smile appears on his face as he grabs the strap of my purse and slides it down my shoulder. “We can leave this under my desk.” He places it on his chair and pushes it back under his desk. “And you’re not too late. You’re
never
too late, Calla. I have all night. I’m here for you.”

Placing one hand on the small of my back, he guides me out of his office and over toward the treadmills. “The gym’s empty because not a lot of members workout between eight and nine. It’s one of the quietest time slots that are still early enough for you to come. You seemed a little nervous around everyone on Saturday, so I wanted to make sure you’re comfortable.” We stop in front of a treadmill and he motions for me to step on it. “Let’s get you warmed up a bit first.”

“Okay.” He presses the start button and punches in my weight. Surprisingly he’s only about four pounds off. I give him a shocked look since he never weighed me on Saturday. “How did you know? I . . . was that a guess or did you steal a sneak peek of my license that night at the bar?”

He studies me as I start walking with a confused expression stuck on my face. “I’m pretty good when it comes to a woman’s body.” He lets out the sexiest laugh to ever grace my hearing. “Looking at your body, it’s pretty easy to figure out. I was close, huh?” He lifts an eyebrow, waiting for my confirmation.

“Well yeah. You’re close.” I start moving faster as Kyan ups the speed. “Pretty impressive.”

Without another word, Kyan smirks and leans against the treadmill right next to the one I’m on, watching me intently and clearly enjoying the show.

By the time our session is over, I’m insanely sweaty and out of breath. He showed me a few of the different machines and had me rotate between those and carrying some weight across the room. I stand here for a moment with my hands on my hips, watching as he watches me. “I’m so tired,” I say softly. “This is the most intense workout I’ve ever done.”

“We’re not done yet.”

My eyes widen. “What do you mean we’re not done? You’ve been working me for the last forty minutes.”

He comes up behind me and presses his body against mine. An instant rush of heat spreads throughout my body as he brushes his bottom lip over my ear and gently laughs. “I’m not done working you yet. There’s plenty more I want to do.”

My breathing picks up. I watch his eyes on me as he circles around to stand in front of me. His eyes linger down to my chest that is quickly rising and falling, as I stand here imagining his mouth and hands all over me.

Wetting his lips, he steps closer and reaches out, tangling both his hands into the back of my hair as he whispers, “Just sex?”

My eyes lower to his lips and I find myself nodding. “Just sex,” I whisper back.

As soon as the words leave my lips, Kyan picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and kisses me so hard the air gets knocked out of me.

His hands wrap tighter in my hair and his breathing picks up as he starts walking with me in his arms.

Before I know it, we’re in the shower room. I don’t even notice Kyan reaching to turn the water on until we’re both standing below the water getting wet.

I jump a little from the surprise, but easily fall back into kissing him when he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth.

“Fuck, your mouth tastes so good.” Leaning my head back, I moan as his lips run over the front of my neck as his hands tightly grip my ass. “I need to be inside you.”

Setting me down to my feet, he yanks his shirt over his head before quickly grabbing my shirt and ripping it open. I stand here panting and soaking wet, as I watch the water fall down his face and slowly drip over his luscious lips.

The muscles in his arms flex as he reaches for me again, slamming me up against the wall behind me. He moves with such intensity that I don’t know what to do, so I just stand here on shaky legs, waiting for him to take me.

The bra is the next to go and he doesn’t waste any time before dropping to his knees in the water and tearing my black pants and panties down all in one pull.

I hear a small growl deep in his chest as he looks up at me from the ground. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He spreads my legs before gripping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, sliding a finger up the crack of my ass. “I want to be sure to taste every last inch of this body before we’re through. I want to pleasure you in every fucking way possible.”

He runs his tongue up my thigh, stopping just below my pussy. I bang my head against the wall, not wanting him to stop. I need this so bad right now. It’s been so damn long.

I let out a moan as his thumb runs over my clit, causing my whole body to jerk under his touch. “I love seeing you squirm, Calla. Pleasuring you is all I want to do. I’m going to do things to you that no one else has.”

Pulling away, he reaches into the changing section of the shower and sticks his hand into a black duffel bag, before pulling out a condom. Biting his bottom lip, he pulls his shorts down, stroking his hand over his thick erection, as he stands there now completely nude.

Holy fuck!
That looks like it hurts.

I start to get nervous as he steps closer, stroking himself a few more times before ripping the wrapper open with his teeth and tossing it aside. “Turn around,” he demands. Without hesitation I turn around. “Bend over and place your hands on the mat.”

Swallowing, I look down at the mat before bending forward and placing my hands in front of me. His hands grip my hips and lift until they align with his. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, holding myself off the ground with my hands, and squeeze when I feel his dick poking me. I’ve never had anyone put me in this position and I have to admit that it has me so turned on. It has my arms shaking, but I’m willing to hold on for as long as I can. He runs his hand over my ass in circles before gently slapping it. “So perfect.”

Holding my balance, I suck in a deep breath and moan when I feel the tip of his dick enter me. “Mmm . . .” I grip onto the mat and whimper under my breath as he pushes it deeper, adjusting me to his size. After a few seconds he’s all the way in, and I have to admit that it hurts more than it ever has before with someone inside of me. Even though he’s not moving yet, just the thought of having him inside of me has me already beginning to clench.

“You okay?” He asks. Hold on.”

I nod my head once.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

He pulls out of me, and quickly thrusts back in, almost causing me to lose my balance, but I hold my arms steady, not wanting this to end too quickly. I want this. I want him in me.

Both of his hands dig deeper into my hips as he continues in a steady rhythm, burying himself to the hilt with each thrust. We both moan out as he goes faster and harder, slapping the water between our bodies. It’s loud and hot; so damn hot.

His hips sway and he grinds himself into me so good that my legs hurt from me squeezing him so tightly. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure just from a man being inside me. This feels so good that it’s almost unbearable. I want to scream, but I stop myself, afraid that if someone comes in that they’ll hear me.

He pounds into me and stops. “Squeeze my dick with your tight little pussy, Calla.” He pulls out and thrusts back into me again. I scream out as my arms almost give out. “Fuck, you take my dick so good.”

He lifts my legs higher and begins fucking me so fast that I lose my breath with each time that he slams into me. After a few seconds, I feel my orgasm starting to build and it’s so sensitive that I almost can’t take the buildup.

“I’m coming, Kyan . . .” I squeeze the mat and cry out as he slams into me over and over again, giving me the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever had. “Holy shit! Oh God! Oh God!” He lifts me up during mid orgasm to give my arms a rest.

“Fuck yes. Squeeze my cock, baby.” He waits for my body to stop clenching before he sets me back down and drops to his knees behind me. “You okay?”

I nod my head as he turns me around so that I’m facing him. “Yes,” I say breathlessly. “So good.”

“Good . . . because I’m not done.” He pulls me up to my feet and stands directly on the mat. “I need to come now.” Picking me up, he wraps my legs around his waist and grabs my ass with both hands.

I throw my head back and moan as he lifts me and sets me down on his dick. Grabbing onto him for dear life, I bury my head in his neck and bite him as he pounds into me over and over again.

He moans out and grips my waist tighter as he gets close to reaching his own orgasm. I’m surprised that just by knowing that he’s about to explode has me clenching around him once again.

“Oh fuck!” I feel his dick throb inside me as my orgasm rolls through me for a second time. One of his arms wraps around my neck as we both breathe heavily, our bodies spent. His breath covers my lips and I feel him smile against me. “This is the best workout I’ve had, and I’ll definitely be wanting more sessions like this.”

I smile before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting it. This causes his eyes to lock with mine, before he turns his gaze and carefully sets me down.

We’re both standing here under the water for a few seconds before Kyan speaks, breaking the silence. “Why don’t you get dressed while I clean up and then I’ll follow you home? You did bring a change of clothes, right?”

“Yeah,” I say softly. “Sounds good.”
Kyan appears from the shower room about fifteen minutes later, dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray shirt.

He smiles at me and grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”

I ABOUT FELL OVER AND fainted when I watched Kyan mount his motorcycle when we left the gym. His sexiness level is now off the chart and I’m not sure how much more of it I can handle. I mean, a woman can only handle so much, right?

I feel his hand rest on the bottom of my back as we enter the apartment building and walk toward the front desk.

The blonde girl at the desk smiles at me and then looks to Kyan. “Hi, Mr. Wilder. You have some messages and a reminder from your brother that he’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

Kyan reaches for the index cards as the girl hands them out for him. “Thank you, Ashley.” His hand goes lower, stopping on my ass and I have to fight the gasp that almost escapes my lips. “Anything else I should know?”

Ashley nods toward me. “Would you like me to tell you at a different . . .”

“She’s fine,” he says, cutting her off. “Tell me now.”

She clears her throat and gives me a forced smile. “It looks like Ryder Owens is late on rent again this month and Mrs. Moore is going to pay tomorrow when her check comes in.”

He grinds his jaw. “Tell Mrs. Moore not to worry. She can pay when she can, and I’ll deal with Ryder myself.”

Kyan brings his hand back up to my lower back and gives a little pressure to let me know that he’s ready to start walking.

I wait until we get in the elevator to ask him a pretty obvious question after the conversation I just witnessed a few minutes ago.

“Do you own this place too?”

“Yeah,” he says, still looking a little worked up about this Ryder guy. “I bought it from my father a few years ago and then opened the gym up with my brother.”

“Wow!” I smile as the elevator dings. “Someone’s a pretty busy man.”

He walks out onto the sixth floor and pulls me along beside him. “I’m a very busy man. Too busy sometimes.”

Once we get in front of my door, he presses my back against it and rubs his thumb over my throat. His eyes meet mine. “I need you to promise that you’ll use protection with others. Every. Single. Time.”