Drenched Panties (3 page)

It was clear her booty was going nowhere.

The thought made Nicki chuckle.

“Sports bra or no sports bra,” she mused while staring at her breasts in her reflection. The spandex
lyrcra
top gave her the support she needed, but her nipples were almost visible through the fabric. Nicki shrugged and exited the locker room. Ryan wouldn’t notice. He’d be too busy barking out reps.

She headed out to the gym and heard Ryan talking on the phone in one of the offices facing the exercise equipment. The gym was peaceful and empty, something Nicki relished as she stretched. Her training sessions were brutally early, but completely private. S
he wasn't a morning person but it was worth getting up early to have one on one attention from her trainer.

Nicki
heard Ryan slam the phone down and wonder
ed who he was talking to. H
e came out of his office
and it was evident he was angry, but when he saw her he flashed his
mega-watt smile
. Nicki smiled back, ignoring the uncharacteristic flutter in her stomach.

Her personal trainer was not only talented when it came to whipping bodies into shape, he was also very good-looking. Especially today, wearing
shorts th
at showed off the kind of legs Nicki loved...
thick and muscular.
He liked to wear form fitting t-shirts that strained against his tapered chest and ripped biceps. Ryan had a commanding, sexy presence with his dark hair and intense green eyes.

Nicki d
ated black guys
. She’d never gone out with a w
hite guy
. Ryan made her question why. Just looking at him i
nspired her to work her body that much harder. She craved hearing his praise and when he told her she put in a good workout, she warmed up all over.

“Good morning, Nicki.”

“Good morning, Ryan.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks at her errant thoughts.
Her last bad relationship had made it easy to decide she needed to take
a break from the dating scene.
She had been celibate for over six months and
it was beginning to take it
s toll.

“Are
you ready to work?" Ryan asked, grabbing some weights from the nearby weight stand.

Her gaze drifted over Ryan and lingered on his arms. He wasn’t too bulky. No, he had just enough muscles to make a woman notice he took care of himself. She
wondered what it would feel like to have all that lean muscle wrapped around her body.

“Earth to Nicki.”

She blinked and realized Ryan was staring at her.

“What did you say?”

“I said...are you ready to work?”

She swallowed hard and forced a smile in his direction.
“Yes.”

Ryan nodded his approval. “Good. Let’s get started.”

“Great.”

She took in some deep breaths.
This had never happened to her in a workout. She considered Ryan a friend. After a year of working out together he knew a lot about her...maybe even more than some of her friends. She always found it interesting how he could pick up on her moods. He knew when to push and when to simply encourage her.

Ryan studied her. “Are you warmed up?”

Was she warmed up?

She would have laughed if it wouldn't have made Ryan look at her like she was crazy.
He
would
look at her like she was crazy if she told him she was
fantasizing about him grabbing her hips, ben
ding her over the workout bench.
Her dirty thoughts
made
her nipples tighten
. Nicki cleared her throat as wetness dampened her panties. She
had denied herself for six long months.

“Nicki?”

"I'm good.”

Her voice sounded odd
even to her ears.

Ryan
moved directly in front of her.
"You're not sick
,
are you?"

Nicki shook her head. “
Nope, let's go."

She grabbed the weights from Ryan and started her shoulder presses. She tried to focus on the
familiar burn in her muscles while
Ryan circled behind her, watching her form like he did every mo
rning. Nicki sucked in a breath when she should’ve exhaled.

This
wasn't a usual morning for her.

All she could think about was fucking her
personal
trainer.
The wild realization caught her off guard and she
almost dropped the weights when Ryan touched her back.

"You're not focused, Nic
ki."

He sounded disappointed
,
which made
her push the weights higher in an effort to please him.
Her arms felt wiggly and her heart raced when Ryan came back in front of her. He watched
her push the last two reps into the air
and she began to sweat, but it wasn’t because of the
exercise.
She couldn’t catch her breath.
Her breasts felt heavy with need and
,
for a split second
,
Nicki imagined she saw Ryan peeking
at
her
heaving chest.

Now, she was really losing it. Ryan had always been nothing but professional with her.
Still, Nicki
wondered if he could see her nipples.
They pushed against the fabr
ic of her top, completely erect as the fabric against them teased the sensitive flesh. She
was certain they had to be visible.

God, what would it feel like to have him taste them?

A laser sharp jolt of desire shot through her pussy and
Nicki
clumsily dropped her weights to her side.
Her gaze locked with Ryan’s. She could see the question in his eyes as he studied her.

"What's going on with you?"
He asked with a small frown.

She shook her head and turned away from him.
She
walked over to one of the many full-length mirrors covering the gym walls with her
hands on her
hips
.
Her gaze shifted to her reflection and she was
embarrassed
to confirm her nipples were indeed visible. The fabric of her shirt only accentuated how hard they were. She resisted the urge to touch them, lifting her eyes to meet Ryan’s in the reflection of the mirror.

Had he just been staring at her ass?

Nicki
mentally chided herself
. Her inappropriate thoughts had nothing to do with what Ryan was thinking. She watched him move to grab the weights, feeling guilty for involving
him
in
her twisted imagination.

He replaced the weights back on the weight stand and stared at her.

"Ni
ck
i?
What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, Ryan."

There was no way she could verbalize what was 'going on'.

His frown deepened as his gaze drifted over her. Nicki shifted her weight between her feet, aware of her
panties sticking to her wet pussy.

"I've been your
trainer for over a year
. Y
ou
know I don't wanna hear excuses.
"

He moved behind her, holding her gaze in the reflection of the mirror
.

"I know,"
Nicki breathed.

She snuck a look between her legs and was mortified to see a wet spot. A million possible excuses to cut their session short raced through her head. She wanted to get away from Ryan before she truly embarrassed herself
.

"You know what, I am sick."

"Bullshit.
" Ryan said.

Startled by his tone, Nicki
whipped around to look at his face.

"What?"

Ryan stepped close enough for her to s
mell his soap. He always smelled so fresh, even when he was swea
ty. His green eyes held hers as
she
backed up against the mirror.

"You're not sick
, Nicki
," Ryan replied.

His eyes scanned over her body
, moved over her breasts and lingered on
the damp spot between her legs.

"I'm not?" She as
ked in a weak voice, leaning her
head
back
against the mirror.

Something hot and predatory flashed in Ryan’s eyes, making her
legs weak
as she stared at him
.

"You need to be fucked."

T
ime stood still with his words hanging in the air between.

How could she deny it
when he was staring at the evidence?

"I know
how long it's been for you, Nic
ki. I don't know how you resisted fucking this long. You have such a beautiful body."

Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. She briefly wondered if she were daydreaming. Never in a million years would she have imagined
Ryan
uttering any of the words she’d just heard from him
.

“Ryan.”

"
What?
I love your body. You shouldn't have to suffer from denying yourself the pleasure of enjoying sex. What you need is a release and I'd love to give it to you."

For the first time, Nick
i's gaze moved from Ryan's face to
the impressive outline of his co
ck protruding from his shorts.

She
wanted
him to give it to her.

"May I do that for you, Nick
i?"

His question unfurled a hunger within her she’d never experienced before.

Nicki released a shuddering breath. “Yes.”

Ryan reached for her and sh
e grabbed his arms for support
.
He pulled her
into his arms and kissed her. His kiss was like the rest of him, masterful and sexy. She squeezed his biceps beneath her fingers, loving the feel of hard muscle beneath her touch. He pressed her into the mirror behind them and she could feel his erection against her belly.

“Turn around,” Ryan said, ending the kiss.

Nicki turned to face the mirror.
She watched him
take hold of her shirt at the bottom. He lifted it up and she raised her arms to help him as he pu
l
led her shirt over her head. He palmed her exposed breasts and she moaned with pleasure.

"Look at you," Ryan said while playing w
ith
her nipples
.

Nicki moaned again, turned on by his touch and their reflection in the mirror. Just seeing his tanned skin against her brown skin was erotic.
His hands
slipped from her
breasts and she
gasped when
he grabbed her ass with one
and rubbed her wet pussy through her yoga pants with the other.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Rya
n said, kissing the back of her neck. “I admire your strength and beauty, Nicki. I think you’re an amazing woman.
"

Nicki smiled, dazed by his words and the feelings they evoked inside of her. “I think you’re amazing too, Ryan.” She slowly turned to face him. “You’ve shown me I’m stronger than I ever imagined myself to be
."

She yelped as he
scooped her up
into his arms.
He carried her to the weight bench, sat her down
and went
to lock the
front
door and close the blinds in the gym.
Nicki
looked at herself
and him
in the mirror
s
. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. She watched
him
strip out of his work-out gear and her eyes were drawn to his naked form. His body was incredible, so built and tan. But the most impressive sight was his cock standing
at
attention ramrod straight in front of him.

He walked over to her and
she
couldn't resist touching him. She
wrapped her hand around his cock and smiled when
he inhaled sharply.
Nicki
took him in her mouth, savoring the salty taste of his flesh. She swirled her
tongue around the thick head, looking
up at his face
while
she kissed and licked him.