One-Two Punch (5 page)

Feeling exposed, Beth pushed herself off the desk, reaching for the floor with her feet. A pile of paper slid under her hand and she almost fell. Harry’s hard hands grabbed her around the waist and gently lowered her to the ground. Her torn panties circled one ankle and she hurriedly stepped out of them and grabbed them up.

Embarrassed again, she blushed hotly as she scanned the room for her abandoned shorts, her wadded-up underwear clutched in one hand.

“Sorry about those,” Harry said, nodding toward her fist, his eyes heating again.

“Huh,” Beth retorted a little skeptically, holding back a grin. “You don’t look sorry—you look pretty proud of yourself.” Her eyes seized on the gray puddle of her shorts and she hurried to pull them on over her shoes, nearly falling over in the process.

“Easy there.” He steadied her, eyes alight with laughter. “Just so you know, that wasn’t my best performance. I’m not really a two-minute man, you know.”

Beth lifted a teasing eyebrow.

“Honestly!” he insisted, moving closer to her. “In fact, I was wondering if you would mind if we skipped the rest of your training session—”

Beth’s heart plopped into her stomach.
This is it
, she realized. Here comes the brush-off.
Stupid, stupid, stupid
, her brain raged at her. Now she couldn’t even come back to the gym—and she was really starting to like boxing! Bracing herself, Beth plastered on what she hoped was an unconcerned, breezy, I-do-this-sort-of-thing-all-the-time expression.
At least I got to experience sex with my dream man once
, she thought gloomily.

“And just go up to my place,” he continued. “I live above the gym, and we could order in or something if you’re hungry,” he went on, and Beth’s heart leapt at the realization that he wasn’t dumping her after all.

Geez Louise
, she thought. The way her emotions were jumping around, it would be a miracle if she didn’t fall over from a heart attack before the night was over.

Harry was watching her expression, a little anxious when she didn’t answer.

“Or we can finish your session,” he offered. “I just don’t know if I can trust myself in public with you. I probably wouldn’t even be able to make it five minutes before you were facedown across a weight bench and I was fucking you. Dominic would never let me live that down.”

Blushing and sputtering with laughter, Beth could feel her pussy reawakening, beginning to pulse at the image of her stretched helpless over a bench, Harry driving his cock into her as the gym patrons stared.

“Actually, he would probably enjoy the show—and the view,” she added, bravely running her fingers across the taut roundness of one of his ass cheeks. She could feel the muscle clench even through the two layers of fabric that covered it.

His face tightened and Beth heard the hiss of a sucked-in breath. Taking the halfstep needed to close the small distance between them, Harry pressed one large hand against the bottom curve of her ass, lifting her roughly against him so she could feel his re-emerging hardness against her belly.

She immediately yielded to him, softening around the hard press of his body, molding her curves against him. His head lowered and Beth closed her eyes, waiting impatiently for the demanding invasion of his kiss, but he stopped instead, so close that she could feel the heat of his breath on her swollen, needy lips.

When he paused, unmoving, Beth’s eyes opened. Harry was staring at her mouth, his eyes so hungry that her breath caught.

“Upstairs,” he gritted, the roughness of his voice making her skin prickle with goose bumps. “Now.”

“Okay,” she whimpered, not moving. Beth didn’t even know if her legs would support her if she tried to walk right now.

Harry pressed his face into the curve of her neck for a moment, took a deep breath and abruptly set her away from him. He took a step toward the door but turned back to the desk, fishing a handful of condoms out of the pen holder and stuffing them into his pocket. He grinned at Beth.

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her hand and swinging the door open. The noise from the gym rushed in, the rumble of voices and clang of metal against metal merging with the rock music playing over the sound system. In a panic, Beth glanced down to find that she was rumpled but at least nothing was exposed.

As Harry towed her through the gym, cutting a determined path through equipment and people, she couldn’t stop the blood from flushing her cheeks. A few of the guys were watching their progress, smirking, as if it had been obvious what she and Harry had been doing in his tiny office with the door shut. If they hadn’t guessed, her mussed clothes and deep blush would have tipped them off. That and Harry’s intent look as he hauled her behind him to the metal stairs against the far wall of the gym.

Beth tried to hide her hand holding the remains of her panties against her leg.
Where
is a pocket when you need it?
she wailed mentally. When they reached the base of the stairs, Harry tugged Beth in front of him and urged her up. She could feel his heat along her back and one of his hands curved around her hip.

When they reached the landing at the top of the stairs, he reached around her to open the door and rush her through. As the door swung shut, Harry fumbled for the lock, barely waiting until he heard the click of the deadbolt before shoving Beth against the wall. She squeaked at the speed of the movement but didn’t resist the force of his body.

Her obedient softness almost blinded Harry with a red haze of lust. He had wanted to go slow, to make this one last, to show Beth that he could be careful and gentle, but his body was relentless, his cock urgent.

He hadn’t meant to drag her into his office but watching her round ass in those tiny shorts, the bounce of her breasts and the shadowy glimpses of cleavage had driven him insane with desire. He had pulled her into his office to ask her out, thinking that, if he had that out of the way, he could get a shred of self-control back. Instead, once the office door had closed and they had been alone together, he had to have her. Right then, right there.

Now he couldn’t think of anything except getting inside her again. His mouth slammed down on hers, demanding entry. Beth moaned and her lips parted for his marauding tongue. He thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking how his cock had plunged into her grasping pussy just a few minutes before. Parting her legs with his knee, he pressed hard against the juncture of her thighs, drawing a whimper from her as she pushed back, as if seeking more—more pressure, more hardness, more of him.

Beth sucked at his tongue. Ignoring her insistent hold, he withdrew and nibbled her mouth with small kisses. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth in retaliation.

Harry growled and kissed her hard, pulling back just long enough to yank up her tank top. He heard a seam tear as he hauled it relentlessly over her head.
The way I’m
ripping her clothes off her, I’m going to have to buy her a whole new wardrobe
, Harry thought absently, but then his conscious mind blurred again.

Harry broke off the kiss and Beth followed his mouth with hers, making a small, disappointed sound at the loss of contact. He was breathing hard, staring at her breasts.

The black sports bra made her skin look creamy white and her harsh pants pressed the flesh of her full breasts up over the gripping fabric. Harry’s eyes fixed on the movement.

Breaking his paralysis, Harry ran a gentle finger along the line where black spandex met the smooth line of her skin. Abruptly, he tugged her bra up to expose her breasts.

Although Beth gasped at the sudden movement, she raised her arms obediently, allowing him to pull the bra completely off.

As her breasts were released from their restraints, the pink-tipped orbs bounced free, drawing a guttural groan from Harry. He dropped to his knees, cupping her breasts in both hands and pressing the white mounds together. Pulling a tight, erect nipple between his lips, Harry sucked it deep into his mouth, drawing hard before allowing it to slip out until just the edge of the nub was between his teeth. He raised his head a little and let the weight of her breast tug at her nipple still captive in his mouth.

Mewing, Beth tipped her head back against the wall and her hips twisted toward Harry.

Turning to her other breast, Harry teased the stiff tip with his tongue. Beth’s hands worked in his hair, tugging on the short strands and then easing to massage his scalp.

He nipped lightly at the straining bud of her nipple, which made her tighten her grip on his head, and then he sucked strongly, using the flat of his tongue to press the tip of her breast against the roof of his mouth. Pulling back, he let his teeth scrape against the edge of the swollen nub, wringing a wanting cry from Beth.

Harry trailed wet, sucking kisses down her belly to the edge of her shorts. He hooked his thumbs over the waistband and eased them over her hips, letting them fall to puddle over her shoes as his tongue circled the rim of her bellybutton. Switching his focus to her feet, he untied her shoes and pulled them off. Beth held on to his bulging shoulder to keep her balance as she stood on one leg and then the other. His thumb traced the arch of each foot as he slid her socks off.

She stood in front of him completely naked. His breath coming in quick pants, Harry stared at the triangle of hair at the top of her thighs, the damp blonde hair curling shyly over her folds. As he let his fingers trace through the silky strands, he tugged a little at her curls, fascinated by the wetness decorating her inner thighs.

Shouldering her thighs farther apart, he used two fingers to open her pussy lips and expose the gleaming, deep-pink flesh to him. He pressed his face between her thighs, scratching the delicate skin with his stubbly cheeks. She wobbled and Harry grabbed her hand, tugging her down to the floor.

Beth went to her knees willingly, happy that her shaky legs didn’t have to support her weight anymore. Harry kissed her, pressing her back until she lay on the floor, her head spinning from the hard, urgent pressure of his mouth. The tile was cold against her back and bottom, a shocking contrast to the fire of her skin.

He pushed her legs up and apart and fixed her with a stern glare. “Hold,” he commanded and Beth obediently brought her hands beneath her knees, keeping them folded up on either side of her chest, spreading herself for his possessive gaze.

Grunting in satisfaction, Harry lowered his head to her exposed pussy. She tensed, waiting for his mouth to touch her, but he paused, teasing her with his breath. Beth trembled with the urge to shove her hips toward his mouth, make him lick her, suck her, but she remained still, waiting.

“What a good girl,” he murmured, tracing her inner folds with two gentle fingers.

He lightly pinched her clit, making her jump, and then soothed the nubbin with the tip of his tongue. Everything Beth was feeling was centered in her pussy—she was not aware of anything except for the amazing sensations his fingers and breath and tongue were drawing from her.

Harry licked her folds with broad strokes of his tongue, pressing up into her and then lightening the pressure, flicking her clit with the gentlest of touches before deeply licking her pussy again. Beth pulled her knees higher, resisting the need to grab his head and press him against her wet flesh.

His tongue ventured downward, lapping at the sensitive skin beneath her pussy.

Her bottom clenched as he licked lower, tracing the puckered hole below. No one had ever had her there, not even with a finger, but his tongue felt incredible as it probed her virgin opening, awakening nerve endings she didn’t even know she had. The dark, tempting thought of Harry pushing his cock into her ass made her pussy gush with moisture.

As if sensing her arousal, he thrust his tongue deeper and she clenched around him, holding him captive. The pressure made him jerk his head back and Beth felt a shuddering breath against her damp skin.

She raised her head from the floor. “Wasn’t that…okay?” she asked anxiously.

Another puff of air hit her inner thigh, a breathless laugh this time. “Hell yeah,”

Harry groaned. “So ‘okay’ I almost came.”

“Oh.” A tiny smile touched her mouth as she let her head sink back to the tile.

Without any warning, he dipped his head and took her clit between his lips, sucking at it gently. Beth’s hips twisted against his mouth. He tugged the swollen nub between his teeth and she came, her head tucking back as she cried out.

Harry suckled her gently as she recovered, tasting her liquid release. When her breathing had slowed just slightly, his mouth grew more demanding, his tongue lashing her pussy. Beth’s fingers dug into the backs of her knees as she keened, his mouth driving her even higher than before. He replaced his tongue with a thick finger and then two, plunging into her hot depths while he flicked her clit with his tongue, teasing it until her back bowed off the floor.

His fingers left her pussy and his tongue returned in a wide, bottom-to-top stroke.

The tip of one wet finger was tracing the cleft of her ass, probing gently at her anus.

“Would you let me fuck you here?” he asked, his voice rough and uneven as he pressed steadily against the tight hole until it accepted his finger to the first knuckle.

Beth’s stomach jumped but then her lower belly melted and moisture trickled out of her pussy. Raising her head, she stared at Harry, her eyes dazed with passion, tiny curls sticking to her damp temples and forehead.

“You can fuck me anywhere,” she gasped, her head falling back as he thrust his entire finger into her, forcing her over the edge into another startling climax.

Harry pulled his hand away and knelt between her thighs, yanking his pants down and letting his erection spring free. Digging a condom out of his pocket, he tore it open and rolled it on as Beth watched him hazily, still floating on the last ripples of pleasure from her most recent orgasm. Harry covered her hands with his and forced her legs even higher, even farther apart.

Despite her brave words, she felt a twinge of apprehension. He must have felt her hesitation because he paused, meeting her eyes with an uneven laugh.