Pisces (The Erotic Zodiac Book 3) (2 page)

"
T
homas
? We've got to get you to the gym to start preparing for the race," came a woman's voice through the door. "Are you...uh...done with your interview?" The lady was being professional, but her embarrassment seeped through the wood.

"One minute. I'll be out as soon as I finish this final question," Thomas answered, winking at Amara.

He gave her a quick kiss, his lips tasting salty. Then he pulled her off his lap and set her wobbly legs on the floor in front of him. He gave her butt a final squeeze before standing and stuffing his dick back inside of his pants.

The composure on his face was surprising since Amara felt anything but normal. She smoothed her skirt, too shocked to make sense of what had just happened. Had she just fucked Thomas Clark - world class athlete and jerk - in an interview room? With people outside? This wasn't anything like her normal behavior, and she was struggling to put her feelings into words.

"Listen, I've got to go win this race. But I'll call you when this is over, ok?" he said once he had rearranged his clothing to hide the rutting that had just happened. His deflating cock was still visible in his tight shorts, however.

Amara nodded mutely, her brain buzzing in confusion. Before she knew it, he was out the door and off to the gym across the street to prepare for the race. The air smelled like his body spray long after he was gone, haunting the room with his presence. Since she was the last reporter scheduled, there was luckily no one clamoring for the space. It gave Amara time to sink into her interviewing chair and let her heart rate slow down.

She wasn't sure if she should feel embarrassed or not. On the one hand, she had done possibly the most unprofessional thing of her life. On the other, it had been the most fantastic sex of her life, with the sexiest man she'd ever seen.

After a few minutes of moral wrestling, she decided it probably didn't matter either way, because she'd never see the guy again. Sure, he had said he'd 'see her later,' but people always said that before running out on a one-night stand. It was just fluffy words, not something to take seriously.

She grabbed her stuff and poked her head out of the door. Everyone seemed to have wandered off, no doubt going to set up by the pool. The race was going to start in a couple of hours, and all the press wanted to grab prime seats. Amara's boss would expect her to be there too, jockeying for a position in the front. However, she decided she'd rather watch the race in the hotel bar with a beer in her hand. Having some distance from Thomas seemed best at the moment.

S
itting
in a booth at the hotel bar, Amara nursed her second beer and watched the screen. She had spent the last couple hours watching water polo, only half paying attention, but at long last, it was finally time for the main show of the evening: the men's first race in the 400-meter swim. Athletes who passed this heat would make it to the semi-final race the next day, with Thomas hopefully among them.

Tension was high in the bar, as several countries were represented in the patrons. She saw shirts promoting countries from as far away as Ethiopia and Indonesia. No matter where they were from, however, everyone held their breath as the racers lined up. Drinks were left forgotten on tables, growing warm in the night air. For just a few minutes, the whole world seemed to stop together as one.

Among the athletes beside the pool, Thomas was the tallest of the bunch, and his muscles gleamed under the bright lights of the camera crews. His cocky smile was there, and he waved to the crowd before winking at the camera. Amara had no doubt that women across the world were fainting from the sexiness that oozed out of the television.

However, once it was time for him to get on his platform, his demeanor changed. He became deadly serious, his face showing deep concentration as he waited for the buzzer. The tension in his muscles was visible as he strained to hold himself back on the block.

A shrill noise filled the air. With a shot the swimmers were off, diving into the water like porpoises. The water flew up in an indecipherable mess of foam, hiding the progress of the swimmers. Amara gripped the edge of the table, finding herself more wrapped up in the race than she would have guessed.

As the swimmers began their final lap, Thomas was in second place, right behind a Canadian guy. Amara leaped to her feet as the two men battled to the end. Her heart pounded wildly, and her knees felt weak.

"Go, go, go!" she screamed at the television, her voice only adding to the general din in the bar.

At the last second Thomas surged ahead, barely passing his opponent. Cheers went up around the room as fans from the US enjoyed the victory. Amara was among them, throwing her hands up in the air and doing a victory wiggle.

After everyone had settled down again, Amara sat down in a daze, taking a sip of her beer. She was glad for Thomas, as he had seemed to badly want to prove himself. A giddy feeling also spread across her core as she thought about the fact she had been riding him just hours before! It was the type of secret she never thought she’d have to take to her grave.

"How he had the energy to race after that sex is beyond me," she mumbled to herself.

The fun was over, though, and she decided to get down to business. Ordering another beer, she pulled out her notebook and began looking over her interview notes. Working hard on crafting several articles for her editor, she got lost in her writing and didn't notice time passing. When she eventually looked up at the clock, she was shocked to see more than three hours had passed.

"Shit, I need to get going," she grumbled, beginning to pile up her things.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and stood up to head back to her room. Another lonely night of watching movies seemed to await her. However, before she could move a firm hand wrapped around her upper arm.

"Where are you running off to? I only just made it away to come find you," came Thomas' voice from next to her ear.

She turned and found herself chest to chest with the swimmer. Even with her heels on, she was still shorter than him, a fact she couldn't help but notice as his hard body pressed forward into hers.

"Congratulations on your race," she said thickly, her mouth suddenly dry. She tugged at the collar of her dress, wondering why the room had gotten hotter than a sauna.

"Thank you. I couldn't have done it without your help, you know." His eyes raked over her, making her shiver. "I felt so relaxed after our little interview, and it put me in the perfect mind to race."

"I don't think I really helped that much. If anything you must have been extra tired by the time you dipped in the pool." She looked around the room and noticed several people eyeing them curiously. Thomas Clark's bad boy reputation was well known, and she didn't want to be the subject of the next gossip column. "I think it's time for us to get out of here, though."

Thomas surveyed the room, his expression fierce. He was daring anyone to say something to him, to interrupt him. Most people shuffled awkwardly and immediately dropped their gaze back to their drinks. "Maybe so. Come on, let's go to the patio."

His grip still on her arm, he guided her quickly to the backdoor. They were soon on the secluded, walled-in patio at the back of the hotel. Several large cabanas sat sprinkled around a lively fountain in the courtyard's center, and low music was being piped through the speakers.

He pushed her towards an empty cabana in the far corner and stalked off to find the perky waitress hovering around the corner. Alone, Amara slid onto the plush white couch inside the cabana. The curtains that made up three of the walls had already been drawn, and the interior was illuminated by several large candles sitting on the center table.

Thomas appeared again, two drinks in hand. He closed the curtain on the final wall, encasing them completely in a dim privacy. He slid onto the couch next to her, handing her the cold glass. "I brought you a whiskey, in celebration."

She took an appreciative sip, sinking back into the cushions. "What did you tell the waitress?"

"That I had an exclusive interview with one of the best sports writers around, and I didn't want to be disturbed. After my win tonight, she was more than accommodating."

Amara lifted an eyebrow as his self-assuredness. "Do people normally...accommodate you, Thomas?"

"I tend to get what I want," he replied, grinning at her in a way that made her knees feel like Jell-O.

He looked gorgeous in the candlelight, and her body kept reminding her how good he had felt earlier that day. Amara felt dizzy from desire as they sat close, the memories fresh. Something about him continued to infatuate her, making her reckless.

"I need you again," he said at last. "The semi-finals are tomorrow, and my nerves are threatening to come back with a vengeance. I need you to chase them away."

"You can't be serious. I mean, this morning was wild and felt good, but it was also absolutely insane. I could lose my job over a stunt like that." She put down her drink and fidgeted with the glass.

"No one can see us in here," he insisted, running a hand down her arm.

"But they can sure hear us when we start going at it like rabbits," she whispered, shaking her head. "Besides, what's so special about me? Can't you blow off steam with some other willing chick?" She was trying to push him away as quickly as possible, because she could already feel her resolve rapidly crumbling again.

"No. They wouldn’t have your intelligence or those impossibly fine legs. You are the one I want." He said it firmly, looking into her eyes with his stormy grey ones. They seemed to swirl, captivating her.

"And you always get what you want, right?" she replied softly. Her body was pulling closer to him, making her lean towards his mass. She tried to resist, but it seemed futile.

"Trust me; you'll get what you want too." He took her hand and placed it on the bulge of his shorts, letting her feel the girth that was packed away. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't want to feel it coming inside you again."

Her mouth was dry as she tried to form the words. She meant to tell him no; she wasn't interested. But that'd be a lie, and her tongue refused to tell it. Instead, she just sat quietly, looking into his beautiful face.

"What do you want?" he insisted, rubbing his hips against her hand.

"You," she managed at last.

He was on her in a second, his lips crashing into hers with need. He kissed her deeply, running his hands all over her body. He seemed to worship every inch of her, his palms caressing her athletic hips and sliding up her narrow waist.

She melted into his touches, her body going soft and pliable under his hands. Every caress made her purr in pleasure, and she had to muffle the noise against his lips. Her body was smoking like a campfire, and she was well beyond rational control.

He broke away at last, reaching for his zipper. As he pulled down his shorts, he revealed his cock, thick and laying half at attention in his lap. "Help me focus," he said, nodding downward.

She dropped off the edge of the couch, kneeling on the ground before him. Taking his cock firmly in hand she gave it several slow strokes before running her tongue along the underside. The faint taste of chlorine from the pool was still there, but it wasn't unpleasant. Instead, it only reminded her how wild and forbidden this whole affair was.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, watching him shudder from the sensation. His eyes were half-closed, and his hands gently held onto her head. As she sunk him deeper into her mouth, he made small moans of pleasure, shifting in his seat.

"You're going to make it hard as fuck to be quiet," he gasped out.

She smiled to herself before sliding down further, making him touch the back of her throat. Placing her hands on his hips to steady herself, she began working her head in a steady pattern. She made long strokes with her lips tightly sealed around his dick on the way down, and used her tongue to massage the underside of his cock as she slid back upwards. Up and down she went, feeling him throb in her mouth.

She enjoyed him with every one of her senses. The way his pre-cum tasted slightly salty on her tongue, the tensing of his legs under her fingers, the smell of his body wash, the sight of him writhing, and the sounds of his joy. She felt enveloped, consumed by him. No man had ever affected her like this.

He reached down and pulled her off of him, panting. "I don't want to finish in your mouth. Bend over."

She scrambled back onto the sofa, getting on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him as he climbed behind her. "I want it rough."

He smirked and pulled down her panties in a single tug. He flipped her dress up over her back. "I like a woman who isn't afraid to demand what she wants," he said as he sank himself inside of her.

They merged fiercely, their bodies slamming together as they shook the couch. Amara was fairly sure the entire cabana was shaking by the time they really got going. It was almost like they were each daring the other to stop, to hold back. But they were both too driven and proud to stand down, so their rutting only became wilder.

"Jesus," Thomas hissed, bucking into her powerfully. "I've never fucked like this."

He reached around to press his thumb on her clit. He rubbed the little button rapidly, hanging on tight as she bucked under him. Every time she cried out, he only pushed into her harder.

They both reached their crescendo at the same time, slamming together a final time before he emptied inside of her. Their bodies sticky and warm, they stayed like that for a long moment, his breath hot on her neck and his cock softening inside of her. She could feel her heart beating in time with the throbbing of her tired, worn out pussy.

When they at last parted, she collapsed onto the sofa with a huff. Giving him a lazy smile, she pulled up her panties and tried to straighten herself. "So are you going to win the race now?"

"After that, I think I could swim three races in a row and win them all. God, I feel amazing," he sighed, laying a hand protectively on her leg. "Will you be there at the race tomorrow?"