Page 59 of Spinning Out Of Control

“Aww, everyone look at my Ren. He’s having so much fun, he can’t even talk,” Kira says, giggling before cueing the class to have a seat and recover from the effort.

Only there is no recovery for me. Sitting down makes the plug shift, pressing even closer to my prostate and causing me to shiver. I exhale a shaky breath, thankful that the pumping bass of the studio’s sound system is muting the sound of the vibration on the bike seat. My whole body is tingling and on edge,flames licking at my skin. My cock is aching and leaking under my clothes, and I truly don’t know if I’ll be able to make it through the next twenty-five minutes without spilling in my shorts.

My body is teetering on the edge of release and I’m about to accept the fact that I’m going to have to muscle through the rest of the class with cum leaking in my pants when the vibration is suddenly gone. I can’t help it–I gasp at the relief.

“Ren, babe. Don’t get too excited, we’ve still got more than half the class to go.”

Kira winks at me again and continues with her instruction as if nothing happened, and I try to hold on to whatever shred of sanity I have left in me.

As it turns out, all the hippy-dippy meditation bullshit Kira has had us doing every morning after sex has finally come in handy. Moments after we pass the halfway point in class, I settle into some sort of higher plane of thinking. It’s something akin to a runner’s high, but instead of the pain turning into bliss, the edge of arousal is melting through me like warm honey. Me, the plug, and my cock have all become one. I am not on the verge of an orgasm; the orgasm is on the verge of me.

I’m not sure that makes sense, but my brain is operating at too high a level for me to understand. By the time we cruise into the final minutes of class, I’ve begun to understand those people who forgo sex and masturbation for the sake of mental clarity. I feel strong,powerful, and so insanely hot. I feel like I could punch through concrete and run four marathons. I feel like me and my leaking cock could take on the world. I don’t ever want to lose this sense of being.

Even when Kira tries to kill me with the way she flips her ponytail braids to the beat of the music, I manage to keep my composure. When she starts doing tap backs on the bike seat, highlighting her strong glutes and causing the gold chains around her neck to bounce off her cleavage, I reach a state of Zen that would make Buddha himself jealous. And when a woman starts rapping about her wet ass pussy as Kira leads the class up the final hill, shaking and wiggling her hips with every downstroke of the pedals, I think I might be able to transcend.

“You okay, man?” The guy on the bike next to me snaps in my face. I shake my head and look around, realizing that I’m the only person still on their bike. The rest of the class has dismounted and are in various states of stretching as Kira leads them through the end.

“Right, yeah. Thank you,” I mumble to my bike mate before locking eyes with my Kira.

Wrong move. One look into those stormy gray eyes and I’ve lost my nirvana. I watch her tongue slip out and run over her puffy pink bottom lip, and I’m entranced. My groin pulses, my balls ache, and when I click my feet out of the pedals, the plug brushes against my prostate. A low growl rumbles in my chest. Now that I’ve returned to Earth, there’s very little stoppingme from dropping to my knees and begging Kira to finish me off right here in front of everyone. She must see the snap of my control, because she lowers her eyes into slits and mouths the words ‘my office’.

I waste no time heading toward the elevator, eagerly waiting for what comes next.

22

KIRA

“How come your office comes with its own private bathroom and mine doesn’t?” Ren calls out to me while he prepares himself in the small room.

I took a quick shower downstairs in the locker room before my student meet-and-greet and now it’s his turn to clean himself up. There’s a slim standing shower in my private bathroom, and while I prefer the more luxurious showers in the locker rooms, having my own comes in handy at a time like this.

Now, I’m sitting on the edge of my desk staring at my reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. I look like a freaking goddess in my black lace bra with the see through cups, a pair of six-inch black Louboutin heels and nothing else.

Well, notnothingelse. There’s a rosy-pink dildo protruding from between my hips, making me look all kinds of filthy and different from my usual look. Iplaced the toy inside a moment ago so I could get used to the feel and grip of it before Ren comes out to play, and damn. The squeeze of my inner muscles around the pony is already working my g-spot deliciously and I’m not even moving yet. I can’t wait to turn on the vibration and enjoy the sensation while watching my own personal porno.

“Because,” I call back when I hear the spray of water shutting off. “I did all the work finding this building. I picked the best office.”

Butterflies flutter in my stomach as the anticipation builds. My body is already on fire, I can’t help but touch myself. I bring one hand up to my breast and start to gently circle my finger around my nipple, teasing the diamond barbell. The bathroom door opens, and Ren emerges in a cloud of steam, hair wet and water droplets sluicing down his round pecs and carved abs. He’s got my oversized pink towel wrapped around his hips, tied right at the spot where those delicious V-lines lead to his perfect cock. I squeeze the toy inside me, pinching my nipple and moaning lightly at the sight of all his unholy sexiness.

His icy blue eyes go dark as a storm cloud as they roam over me, slowly grazing my breasts, my belly, the dildo and making me feel ridiculously powerful. He licks his lips and drags his eyes back up to mine, his gaze filled with the same heat and fire I’ve felt caressing me since this morning.

“Goddamn, Kira. Look at you,” he says, stridingacross the room right to me. His hands settle softly on my hips as his eyes continue to take in their fill of every inch of me. I set up when we arrived at Spin Sync this morning, spreading out a blanket and a throw pillow from the couch across the room on the desk and making sure there was lube and tissues within reach as well. Since everything is ready to go, I gesture with a head nod for Ren to sit as I stand.

He sits on the edge of the desk, and I stand in front of him, the heels giving me the needed height to work kisses across his jaw and up and down his throat before settling on his mouth. I dip a hand between us, finding the loose twist of the towel and pulling it free. Ren’s cock springs out and I tease his shaft with one finger, lightly rolling over each of the barbells and then circling the head in the way I know drives him wild. He moans and gasps as I work my hand over him, his palms coming up to cup my breasts.

“You look so fucking hot, little pest. I can’t wait to feel you fucking me. You’ve got your end in?” he asks, referring to the short, bulbous side of the toy currently giving my g-spot a high five.

“Mhm, feels so good, Ren. Why don’t you lie back for me?” I say, bring my hands to his chest and slowly push his shoulders down. He lays back, adjusting so that his head is on the pillow and his ass is on the edge of the desk. I play with the trimmed hair on his chest as he settles in.

“Fuck,” he murmurs when I spread his legs, settlingbetween them. He took the plug out in the shower like I’d asked him to–teasing him during class was fun but after sixty minutes of cycling that toy is none of my business. My clit pulses as I inch closer to him, feeling the new sensation of his inner thigh hair tickling the outer part of my thighs.

“You look so ridiculously amazing like this, Ren. I’m so turned on beyond belief right now. Quiero cogerte, baby. Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect, love. I just need you so badly.”

A shudder runs through me, pleasure and power combining in the most head spinning, intoxicating way. Uncapping the lube, I dribble some over my fingers before running them between his legs and through his crease. My pointer and middle finger slide in easily, thanks to the lubrication and the stretch of wearing the plug. He curses when I find his prostate and begin to massage, grabbing his cock and squeezing tight.

“Ren, babe, not yet. You don’t want to come before I get the chance to fuck you, right?” I tsk, shaking my head while I admonish him. He groans but lets go of himself. I tap against his prostate and his cock jumps against his belly.

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