Page 39 of The Hacker
When he lay down on the mat for the final stretching portion of the session, she had a moment of madness as she pictured ripping her pants off before she straddled him. She nearly came right then. He must have seen something of her thoughts in her expression because he was back on his feet, standing so close that they were nearly touching, before she even knew what was happening.
“The hell with stretching. We need to go someplace private,” he said, his voice a tense rasp. “For our last fifteen minutes.”
She’d thought she was aroused before, but his words were like a match to gasoline. “Do you have protection?”
“I was coming to see you, so yes.” He patted the pocket of his shorts.
She knew where to take him because one of her fellow trainers had once confessed to having sex with another trainer there. “Fair warning. Where we’re going is not romantic and it’s not climate controlled.”
“If you think I’m going to notice anything but you, you’re wrong.” He walked along beside her, electricity crackling up her arm every time the backs of their hands brushed.
She led him through the hall, past the locker rooms, to the door that led down a flight of utilitarian cement stairs to the basement. Vicky hadn’t spent any decorating dollars there, so it looked like what it was before Ramón had bought it: an old college building that had been neglected for a decade. The cement and cinder blocks were painted dingy gray, and an array of exposed pipes were festooned with cobwebs hung from the ceiling. An undertone of mildew and ancient sweat drifted through the cool air.
None of it dampened Dawn’s arousal. She pulled open one side of a set of double doors and stepped into a room filled with a jumble of old football practice equipment, broken treadmills, and obsolete weight benches. As soon as Leland was inside the door, he slammed it shut and thrust his hands down inside the back of her track pants to cup the bare skin of her buttocks.
As he pulled her against his erection, his mouth came down on hers, a hot, hard demand, and she forgot everything except the need to have him filling her. She pulled back from his kiss. “We don’t have much time. Get the condom,” she commanded.
He laughed, a low, husky growl that vibrated through her. Then he slipped his hands out of her pants and reached into his pocket.
She started to push down her trousers.
“Stop!” he said. “I’ve been fantasizing about stripping those off you ever since you walked up to the treadmill.” He handed her a foil envelope. Before she could do more than accept it, he had hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her track pants and panties and yanked them down to her ankles in a single, swift movement. “Now that was satisfying,” he said as she kicked her clothing the rest of the way off.
“My turn,” she said, doing the same to his gym shorts and briefs, his cock springing upward as soon as she’d freed it. She wasted no time in rolling the condom over his erection.
As soon as he was covered, he walked her back against a wall. “This looks like the least dusty surface,” he said.
When he began to press his body into hers, sandwiching her between him and the wall, she felt her throat tighten and her breath go shallow. She forced herself to inhale slowly, reminding herself that this was Leland as she fought against the panic. Then he bent to grip the back of her knee, dragging it up the outside of his thigh until her hips tilted to meet his cock at exactly the right angle. The lightning charge that shot through her obliterated panic, replacing it with a need so intense that she reached down between them to bring the head of his cock inside her.
“Yes!” he said and drove in and up so deeply that her other foot came off the floor. The sensation of being filled so suddenly started a clench of orgasm. She braced her back against the wall so that she could wrap her legs around his hips, opening and anchoring herself for whatever he wanted to do.
“You ... are ... in ... cred ... i ... ble,” he said, punctuating each gasp of a syllable with a thrust.
His hands were under her bottom, supporting and massaging while he entered and withdrew faster and faster. She tried to fight off the orgasm that kept threatening to explode before she could fully savor the ferocious pleasure of stand-up sex with Leland. Until he surged hard inside her and worked his hand between them to find her clit. One skillful touch and her entire body convulsed in a paroxysm of release that made it feel as though every muscle screamed its delight individually. At the first spasm of her orgasm, he began to pump within her, his hips rocking so that he hit her clit again and again to multiply the sensations shattering her.
Wordless sounds of pleasure tore from both their throats, reverberating off the hard surfaces around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of lust and satisfaction.
He gave a final push and kept his weight pressed in to hold her as diminishing aftershocks rippled through her. When her body went quiet at last, he sucked in a long breath and blew it out so that it whistled past her ear. She burrowed against his neck, breathing in the delicious scent of sweat and hot sex.
“So that’s what an hour of continuous foreplay does for you,” he said. “I’d say I’d like to do it again but I’m not sure I would survive the experience.”
“At least you don’t have to go back upstairs and attempt to stay upright when your bones have pretty much melted.”
“Worse, I have to try to think when you’ve fried every brain cell I have.” He slipped out of her and eased her feet to the ground, grasping her shoulders when she swayed.
She glanced at the fitness watch strapped to her wrist. “Shit! I’ve got to get back to the gym now.” She scrambled into her panties and track pants while Leland dealt with the condom and picked up his clothes. “Can you find your way upstairs? We probably shouldn’t be seen together anyway.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You weren’t worried about that on the way down here.”
“Because I was crazed with lust.” She rose onto her toes and gave him a swift kiss on the mouth. “I’ll text you when I’m leaving the gym.”
He ran his palm down the outside of her arm. “I’ll have the limo park a block or two away from your apartment building to keep a low profile.”
She spun away and cracked open the door before she decided to kiss those firm, warm lips again and longer. As she expected, no one was in the dim hallway. She took off at a brisk jog, taking the steps two at a time and arriving for her next appointment breathing heavily but on time.
Leland rubbed his hand over his face before typing in another set of numbers to see how his changes would affect the RFP for Fincher. His vision blurred for a second and he closed his eyes to give them a short rest.
“You look like hell.”
