Page 7 of Off Limits PUCK

“No, he didn’t. And I think he was correct when he said there is something putting pressure on your muscles, making them spasm. The initial tear in your muscle has healed. It shows up dark on your MRI, but that’s not abnormal.”

I stand up, towering over her. “Don’t sugarcoat anything with me, Allie. Is it cancer? Do I need another surgery? Damn it. Just… tell me what you think it is and what I can do.” I cup her cheek with my hand. I’m having a rare moment of honesty with myself. It won’t last long, so she better say what she needs to say now. “Let’s get this over with.”

“You rested it all summer?” she asks, deflecting.

“Yep. I mean, I worked out because I couldn’t show up to the season out of shape.”

She nods. “I think your injury is inflamed.” She reaches around me and touches my back again. “I’ll recommend a shot—”

Her lips are so pink and full, I lean in to kiss them again. I feel my body responding to her and, of its own accord, my arm wraps around her and then the other one does, and then I’m picking her up and holding her as she wraps her legs around me. Our kiss is quick and urgent. I carry her to the door, flick off the lights so it looks like we finished up our session and left.

Then, I carry my sister’s best friend into the supply closet and close the door, turning on the small overhead light.

She slides down to the ground and pulls at my pants, her breathing shallow and eager. My cock is fully hard for her and I can see the peaks of her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. I let her grasp my cock and stroke me, softly at first and then harder. I hiss and grit my teeth as pre-cum spills out.

“This is crazy,” she says, breathless. But she lets me push her pants down and pull her shirt up.

“You are so sexy,” I say, looking at her full, natural breasts, creamy white with perfect pink buds for nipples. I dip down and take a nipple into my mouth, causing her to arch into me, stroking my cock harder.

“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop,” I warn her, looking up from worshiping her breasts.

“Fuck me,” she urges me, eyes lustful and hazy. “Before we get caught!”

I chuckle. If she only knew some of the risky places I’ve had sex over the years. I can’t push my cock into her without tasting her first. If we get caught, so be it, but I will have the full experience of this gorgeous woman standing before me. I drop to my knee. She parts her legs, surrendering.

I place my hands on her thighs, so strong and lean, and then put my face right on her pussy, my tongue flicking her clit as I feel her start to writhe instantly. Her hand tousles in my hair. It feels so organic, so natural, not like other times I’ve had sex whereone or both of us were so buzzed off alcohol that it took forever to get aroused and even longer to finish.

But Allie responds to everything I do, even though I’m barely doing anything. I wish we were in my penthouse in downtown Charlotte, alone in my bed… or in my sex swing.

I hear her panting as she bites back her pleasure. “Yes,” she whispers. “Right there. Just like that—don’t stop!”

I obediently keep my tongue right where it is, flicking her until she trembles as her orgasm races through her. She grasps my hair tightly and arches, then taps my head before pushing it away.

I watch her in her wanton beauty—head leaning back, breasts poking out, and legs shaking slightly. She comes to her senses all too soon. I stand before her and she reaches out to grab my cock, holding me and pulling me to her with a wicked little grin on that pretty face.

Oh yes, she is a woman who knows what she wants. I love it.

“I want to do this face to face,” she says. She doesn’t ask or whine or beg. No, with Allie, it’s straightforward. No games. No bullshit.

I lift her up and press her against the metal shelving. She wraps those thighs around me and locks eyes with me as I enter her.

“Fuck,” I say. “You are so damn tight, Allie.”

She leans her forehead against mine, forcing me to stay in the present moment with her, forcing a connection.

“Harder,” she commands me. “I want to be sore tomorrow.”

“Fuck, baby,” I say. I thrust into her as she rides me, the impact strong and bringing me to orgasm much too soon. I realize then just how strong and in shape she is. She rides me with ease, not even panting from the exertion.

I’m holding her in my arms, hands on her ass, and her arms are around my neck. I should feel pain in my shoulder, but I don’t. The adrenaline and thrill of this moment is too strong for pain.

I hear her start to moan. She bites it back. She’s close. Her eyes close and her head leans back. I watch her breasts bounce with every thrust I push into her. With a huge exhale of silent exhilaration, I release into her, coming harder than I’ve come in years.

I hold her close to me. But she has other ideas. She wriggles free, pulls her clothes on, and makes a hasty dash out the door without one single word spoken to me.

That leaves me alone, hot, and panting from the experience.

What did I just do? If she runs to the owners and tells them I came onto her without her consent, I’ll be fired instantly. I scoffas I pull my pants on and throw open the door to the closet. All is still and quiet in the PT room.

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