One-Two Punch (9 page)

“Wow.” Sheri’s face had softened. “I do love a protective guy—as long as he’s not crazy about it. Good for you, Beth—you saw the hill, you took the hill, in keeping with the military theme.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Beth was still a little awed by the success of her plan. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that the dreamy gym guy she had basically been stalking would take her across his desk in his office and in his bed and on his floor and in his kitchen and in her shower—

She quickly broke off her line of thoughts when heat spread across her lower belly and her pussy dampened.

There was a whole day of work to get through before she could do Harry—
see
Harry, she corrected herself firmly—and agitating her already-buzzing hormones was not going to help.

Sighing, Beth glanced at her watch. Was eight-fifteen too early to call him?

Probably, she decided, and blew out a resigned breath. It was definitely going to be a long day.

He couldn’t concentrate. A stack of bills waited in his office but Harry wrapped his hands and pulled on his gloves instead. He headed for a heavy bag, forcibly keeping his thoughts away from Beth. His cock throbbed, hard and insistent, and thinking about her—the way she had looked during her last training session as she listened intently to him while he corrected her technique, her arms crossed beneath her breasts, pushing them upward, her bellybutton peeking out from under her tiny shirt—

He ripped his mind away.

Thinking about how she had looked in bed was worse—her expression as she came, her rosy nipples, swollen from his mouth’s attention, his pink handprint on her ass—

Harry groaned. Pressing his gloved hands against either side of the punching bag, he leaned his forehead on the cool leather and squeezed his eyes closed. What was wrong with him? If he didn’t get a grip on himself, he was going to come in his pants.

Glancing up, he saw Dominic eyeing him and laughing. Well, shit. Grimly, Harry began to hit the bag, concentrating on each strike, knowing that everyone in the gym was watching, amused, aware of just how horny, hard and desperate he really was.

Beth actually ended up working out that evening. Harry was training a wiry, middle-aged man when she arrived at the gym. Harry grinned at her when he saw her, a wicked, smoldering curve of his mouth that, even all the way across the gym, prickled her skin with heat. Simmering with a day’s worth of sexual frustration, Beth decided that, since another hot bout of sex with Harry would have to wait, she might as well spend that time hitting something.

She watched him as she wrapped her hands, her eyes fixed on the way his t-shirt sleeves were stretched around his biceps. Harry was holding the heavy bag steady for his client’s punches, watching the man closely and making an occasional comment that Beth couldn’t hear. Every so often, Harry’s gaze would flick up to find her.

“You two wanna get a room?” An amused voice yanked Beth’s attention off Harry.

Dominic was grinning at her.

“We’re nowhere near each other,” Beth protested, blinking innocently.

Dominic snorted. “You don’t have to be. Those looks you’re giving each other are about to set the gym on fire.” He glanced down and grimaced. “What the hell did you do to your hands?”

“What?” Beth looked down at her wrapped palms. Sure, they didn’t look
exactly
like when Harry had wrapped them for her but they weren’t that bad, were they?

“Here, give me one.” Dominic unwound the offending wraps and started again.

“Watch me.”

It was much easier to concentrate when Dominic was the one touching her instead of Harry. Even though Dom was a good-looking guy, Beth mused, he did nothing for her. Harry, on the other hand…just the thought of him made her palms sweat under the black wraps.

“Done.” Dominic, unaware that she had just dissected his lack of sex appeal in her thoughts, looked pleased with himself as he fastened the Velcro on her left wrist.

“Thank you,” Beth told him, admiring his neat wrapping job. She really had to learn how to do that, she decided.

“Anything for you, cookie girl,” he said, patting the top of her head and ambling away to watch two men sparring in the ring.

With a quick glance at Harry, who was pulling on a pair of punching mitts, Beth grabbed a jump rope. Although she still tended to end up tangled in the rope, she was getting better, she realized. Feeling cocky, she threw in a crossover and immediately tripped.
Better stick to the basics
, she decided with a sigh, swinging the rope over her head to start again.

She was working on the speed bag when Harry’s client left the gym. Beth twisted her head around to see Harry leaning against the front desk, chatting with Charlie. The speed bag, still in motion from her last hit, swung forward to smack Beth on her temple.

She rubbed the spot as she bounced over to Harry.

“Hi,” she chirped, leaning into his side for a quick press of her sweaty body against his. Harry’s hand rested against her lower back and then skimmed up under her shirt, sliding easily on her hot, slippery skin.

“How was your workout?” he asked, smiling down at her.

“Great! I could totally kick your ass now.” She put on her best tough face and took a fighter’s stance but Harry just laughed and hugged her against his side.

“Do you want to go on a real date tonight?” he asked. “Seeing as we’ve never really been anywhere together except here?” The swing of his arm took in the gym and his loft above.

“Actually…” Beth thought of how to phrase it so she didn’t sound like a
complete
slut. “I’m kind of sweaty and…hmmm…well, wired…”

Harry grinned in total understanding, lifting her a little off the ground as he turned toward the back wall and the stairs that led to his apartment. She squeaked and grabbed his arm. Beth didn’t know if she would ever get used to how easily he could pick her up.

He let her walk in front of him to the stairs and she twitched her hips from side to side, just to drive him crazy. The back of her t-shirt was wet from sweat, clinging to her sports bra, and she could feel the cool air against the damp strip of skin peeking between her shirt and the top of her waistband.

As they neared the top of the stairs, Harry crowded against her, hurrying her steps.

She laughed softly at his urgency, slowing her steps just to make him frantic. With a growl that only Beth heard, he used his body to herd her up the stairs and slammed the door to his loft open. Lifting her with a hard arm around her waist, he carried her inside.

Beth shrieked with laughter as her feet left the ground. She wriggled against him, loving the thick press of his erection against her ass. Groaning, Harry tightened his arm, increasing the pressure until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Please, Harry,” she moaned. The room flipped as he spun her around and tossed her over his shoulder in one movement. For a moment, she struggled to recover her breath in her upside-down state, bouncing against his back as Harry strode to the bedroom. Quickly realizing her prime position, Beth took full advantage and reached down to squeeze the firm globes of his buttocks. Harry retaliated with a swat across her ass.

Shivering with the tingles of pleasure that radiated from her upturned bottom, Beth squeezed again, digging her fingertips into the muscles that clenched beneath her greedy hands. Instead of giving her another spank, Harry tossed her onto the bed. She landed, bounced up and settled again on the mattress.

Harry stood above her, yanking his t-shirt over his head while toeing off his shoes.

He pushed his pants and underwear down his legs, his socks coming off as well, and was totally naked before the bed stopped moving from Beth’s airborne landing.

Her eyes were drawn to the deep red of his erection, standing stiff and eager against his stomach, and her mouth watered. She sat up abruptly, reaching for the hem of her shirt so she could pull it off, wanting to be as completely naked as he was, but Harry captured her wrists and crowded her back until she was lying flat again, staring up at him.

Beth was breathing in short pants, already wet and ready for him just from being tossed on the bed—that and seeing his naked body, his thick cock, his obvious eagerness for her. Shifting her hips, she let her legs fall open, frustrated by her clothes that blocked his entrance.

Still holding her wrists firmly, Harry pulled her arms to her sides and pinned them against the bed. He kneed his way in between her legs and leaned over her, his head lowering toward the small slice of exposed belly that had been teasing him for the past hour. Nuzzling her shirt higher, he licked her sweat-salted skin and darted into her bellybutton with his tongue, making Beth gasp as her stomach muscles contracted.

Moisture slid out of her body, darkening the fabric between her legs. Beth could smell herself, a mixture of exertion and arousal, of sweat and female heat. Pulling her hands above her head, Harry pressed her wrists in warning before releasing her.

“Stay or I’ll tie you,” he commanded and her pussy muscles spasmed at his rough order.

“Yes sir,” she answered, her voice just as thick as his. Harry froze, his pupils dilating until all Beth could see of his irises was a faint ring of blue around deep, black pools.

“Fuck,” he muttered hoarsely, yanking her shirt up over her head and taking her sports bra with it, leaving both tangled around her forearms. “I almost came when you called me that.”

“You liked it…
sir
?” Beth’s voice was a kitten purr. She liked being helpless with Harry but she also liked the power she wielded with her docility.

“Yeah. This is how much I liked it,” Harry gritted, his eyes glittering as he pressed his inflamed cock against her fabric-guarded pussy, grinding against her heat and wetness. She whimpered, desperate to be filled with his turgid flesh, and pushed back against him, increasing the pressure until she thought she would explode.

He kissed her almost violently, his mouth taking hers, his invading tongue thrusting between her lips, teeth clashing together. As he nipped at her lips, his fingers slicked over her breasts, pinching the nipples into even harder points, tugging on the tips until Beth was almost sobbing with need, her hips pressing against his, her body begging him to enter her.

Instead, Harry pulled away. Beth instantly missed the throbbing pressure of his erection against her swollen, weeping folds. She tried to follow him with her hips but he held her still with one hand while the other reached to open the nightstand drawer.

“You have condoms everywhere,” Beth teased breathlessly as he smoothed the protection over his rigid cock.

“You complaining?” he growled.

She opened her mouth, ready with a joking response, but was distracted when Harry lowered his head to her breast and sucked the tight nipple into his mouth. He played with it gently, rolling and sucking on the tip before using his teeth to tug firmly, sending ripples of sharp pleasure through her stomach and between her legs. Back arching, Beth moaned, all sensation centered on her wet nipple as Harry blew a soft stream of air on it, puckering the hard bud even more tightly.

As Harry moved to her other breast, Beth’s head tossed restlessly. “Please…” she begged.

“Please what?” Harry’s words blew another puff of air against her wet nipple, making her twist against the bed.

“Please fuck me!” Beth wailed, her hips arching into empty air, searching for his cock.

“Please fuck me…what?” he growled, sliding her workout pants down past her hips and over her legs. He knelt between her calves and tugged her socks off, massaging her feet with his wickedly knowing hands as he waited for her answer.

“Sir! Please fuck me, sir!” At her words, Harry was between her legs, shoving them apart, wider and wider, until she felt the pulling stretch in her thighs, sliding his cock into her welcoming heat, groaning at the squeezing-tight grip of her pussy. With his first plunge, he slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed his thick thumb against her clit, pinching the stiff, slippery nub of flesh and then tugging gently, sending Beth into a fierce orgasm that bowed her off the bed as she screamed her release.

Harry pulled out, his cock rock-hard and shiny with her juices, and flipped Beth over onto her stomach. Her body was soft and malleable after her climax and he tugged her onto her hands and knees with a steely arm around her waist. She obeyed and he placed a wide hand on her upper back, pressing her shoulders back to the bed.

Resting her head against her folded arms, her ass raised high, Beth felt tension return to her body—a mixture of nervousness and anticipation and arousal twisting together until she quivered against the calloused hand stroking her spine.

Kneeling behind her, Harry massaged her bottom with both hands, pulling the cheeks apart until Beth felt the cool air touch her pussy lips, still wet and swollen, and her clenching anus. He pushed her knees farther apart with his hair-roughened thighs, opening her even more until she felt totally exposed, completely vulnerable. A trickle of moisture slipped from her pussy to slide down her thigh. She hid her face in her arms, embarrassed by her obvious excitement at being spread open to him like this, being utterly under his control. She knew he saw the evidence of her arousal because he growled, a hot, excited sound, and stroked through the wetness with two fingers.

Without warning, Harry plunged those fingers into her pussy and her body welcomed him eagerly, tightening around the digits as he withdrew. He drew the wetness of her body back toward her puckered virgin hole, teasing it with a circling fingertip. Her hips pushed back at him, needing more, and he nudged at the opening, prodding gently until he had gained entrance, pressing his thick, slippery finger into her past the first knuckle and then the second. His other hand teased her clit, circling the swollen flesh with the lightest touch until it was standing at attention, begging for a harder contact.

Beth’s body shook at the multiple sensations, the gentle attention to her clit, the invading digit sliding in and out of her ass. His first finger was joined by a second. The tight pinch of pain as he pushed past the initial resistance quickly faded to a burning stretch and then warmed to a hot, spreading pleasure. Beth liked the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her—liked it more than she expected. She wanted to feel his cock pressing into her there, filling her, taking her in a way she had never been taken.