High Octane Heroes (11 page)

Lila showering, surprised when Kyle would come in and fuck her. Lila finishing a workout, only to have Kyle demand she drop to her knees and suck his cock. Being at home, surprised when it was Kyle at her door, demanding to be let in.

She had it bad and she didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

Looking up into his brown gaze, Lila knew she only had one chance to do this right. Direct and to the point. It was the only thing he’d appreciate. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up, widened her stance slightly and steeled her nerve.

“I’m attracted to you.” There. That wasn’t so hard. “And I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”

Kyle cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah. I’m sure that happens a lot to you. Clients developing a bit of a crush and all that. And I know you probably had groupies from the circuit. I kept telling myself that it’s normal to have a thing for the man who helped me recover my body. I mean, you deal with attractive people every day, and I know there are professional considerations too. You can’t sleep with a client and everything. But we finished our sessions, and I’ve actually switched gyms too. And even if nothing can happen between us, I wanted to let you know. That I’m attracted to you. So…yeah.”

At some point during her ramblings, Lila had dropped her gaze and was now staring at his chest. Sweat had soaked through the thin cotton, and she could see the contour of his pecs. His nipples were hard and his deep breathing pressed them against the fabric. She wanted to touch them, lick the salt off his skin. Beg him to touch her.

“Look at me.”

Lila complied without thinking, her gaze snapping back to his. Her lips parted and she fought a moan when she saw the raw hunger coming from him. He hadn’t shaved. The thick stubble accentuated his square jaw and cheeks, making the spidery scars on his face stand out.

Kyle stepped forward, and instinctively she retreated an equal distance. “Yes?”

Kyle stepped closer again, causing her to retreat once more. Another two steps and Lila found her back pressed against the wall. The concrete blocks were cold against her bare back, but it did little to stem the rush of hot desire rolling through her. Kyle placed a hand on either side of her head, pinning her in place. The cords of muscles rippled as he flexed. Everything about him was rock hard—his body, demeanor, even the vibe he threw off. It didn’t matter; Lila wanted him.

“Say it again.” His voice was low, commanding in the same way he’d yell at her to do another five push-ups, urge her on to do three more reps with the weights, push her to run another half mile. “Lila.”

“I’m attracted to you.” She wanted to swallow past the sudden dryness in her mouth, but she couldn’t make her body comply.

“Why did you choose me as your trainer?”

It was an odd question, but she saw that the answer was important to him. “You were recommended by my physiotherapist. He said that he couldn’t do anything else for me, and that I needed to build my muscle strength.”

The car accident had taken a lot out of her, both mentally and physically. She’d given up on herself for a very long time, gained weight, lived with the pain until Kyle came along and gave her the push she needed to reclaim her life.

“I’d wanted to give up on myself so much over the past year, but you kept me going.” She dropped his gaze once more, unable to handle the intensity any longer. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Kyle took her chin in his hand and lifted it. “Not possible.”

Shit, there was no way she’d be able to be with someone like Kyle. He was the most attractive man she’d ever met. She’d seen the way the women at the gym would preen whenever he walked into the room, the way conversation brightened when he drew close. Hell, even the other men would work a little harder when he came close. Not that Kyle responded to any of it. Which was…odd. “Am I making a fool of myself? Of course I am. I should go.”

“You came here tonight to tell me you were attracted to me.” Kyle leaned in until his mouth hovered above her ear. “Did you think I was going to fuck you?”

Lila’s chest tightened as she sucked in a breath. The scent of sweat and Kyle’s soap filled her senses. It was familiar, equal parts comforting and arousing. Her pussy tingled and grew wet when he nipped at the top of her ear.

“Fuck?” She couldn’t manage more than a whisper. “I…”

“Did you want to see if you could get me out of your system? Scratch the itch?” He lowered his mouth so his lips brushed the side of her neck. “You want to touch my body the way you’ve wanted to for months? See if my muscles are as hard as they look?”

“Christ,” she muttered. “I don’t know.”

“I do.” He came closer, pressing his thighs to hers. There was no mistaking the erection hard against her belly. “I don’t fuck clients. Never. I don’t normally fuck former clients either.”

Lila squeezed her fingers against the wall. She wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his black hair, scratch her nails down his back as he ground her pussy against his cock. If she moved, there would be nothing holding back the wave of desire she’d dammed up for months now.

Kyle moved one hand from the wall to the side of her neck. He didn’t touch her skin, letting it hover an inch above. “You’re not a typical client. I want you.”

Her head spun as the meaning of his words sunk in. “You… do?”

“I’m not used to holding back with women. I watched you fight to reclaim your life, your body. You transformed before my eyes. You weren’t doing it for me, but for yourself. Every time you kept going and fought through the pain, I respected you a bit more. Not everyone has that inner strength.” He finally lowered his mouth to her neck and licked the skin. “It turns me on.”

Her eyes slipped shut, and she knew she was about to lose all
semblance of control. But she had one last question before she’d finally allow herself to give into the temptation. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

His chuckle tickled her throat. “You were paying me. I’m not a whore. But now that we’re done and I know you’re interested…”

The pressure of his teeth on her neck pulled a moan from her. Lila forced her hands from the wall and finally did what she’d dreamed of for months. His strands of hair were soft against her fingers as she pulled him hard against her. It was the only push he needed. Growling, he wrapped his arms around her and sucked her skin.

Kyle pulled her from the wall, lifting her up so Lila could wrap her legs around his waist. Sweat from his tank top dampened her chest as he held her fast against him. “I’m going to fuck you here. In this room.”

This was better than any fantasy she’d ever had. His hands cupped her ass as he carried her over to the weight bench. Lila sucked in a breath as he deposited her on the still-damp padding. He looked like a dangerous giant, looming over her. Without a word he stripped his tank top from his body, tossing it to the floor. His body bore the marks of a life in the ring. Marred skin from wounds he’d sustained, bruises from training that never seemed to fade. A painting of beauty and pain on living flesh.

“There are things I’ve wanted to do to you.” His gaze slipped from her mouth to her chest. “Things I’m going to do tonight.”

Lila squeezed her legs together, increasing the pressure against her clit. She was an educated, successful woman. She shouldn’t want this, the need to let this powerful man possess her, consume her body and mind. But she did. For once in her life she didn’t question the reasons and just went with it. “Please.”

 

Her voice was soft, trembling with anticipation. “Yes.”

“Take that off.” Pointing at her bra, Kyle never took his gaze from hers. “Now.”

Lila didn’t hesitate. Mike might still be there, the cleaners could show up, but she really didn’t give a shit. Kyle wanted her, and she wasn’t about to say no. She had no shame regarding her body. He’d seen her in far worse shape than she was currently, and not once had he made her feel embarrassed. She was used to having his appraising gaze on her.

“Stand up. Yoga pants off too.”

She’d forgone wearing any underwear. Her fingers wrapped around the waistband, and she pulled the tight fabric down slowly. Making sure to bend at the waist, Lila stuck her ass out as she pulled her sneakers and pants off. Standing once more, she found she couldn’t meet his gaze.

Kyle grabbed her chin once again. “You’re stronger than that. Look me in the eyes.”

The urge to answer with a
Sir, yes sir
was overwhelming. Instead, she nodded. “Okay.”

Instead of kissing her, touching her, pretty much doing any of the things she wanted, Lila watched as Kyle walked over to his gym bag and pulled out a towel. He laid it out on one of the exercise mats before turning to face her.

“Get over here and give me twenty push-ups.”

What the hell?
“Pardon?”

Kyle crossed his arms. “You’re not going to wuss out on me, are you?”

Oh, screw him.
Naked, Lila scooted across the room and dropped to her knees on the towel. “How many?”

“Twenty. And not girl push-ups either.”

Stretching her body into the position, Lila braced her hands under her shoulders, got her toes under her and pushed her body
up. It was a single, smooth motion, her body a ridged plank as she moved. It should have felt weird doing naked push-ups for her trainer, but Lila quickly realized he was using this as some sort of fantasy fulfillment of his own. Who was she to burst his bubble?

It wasn’t until the third up move that he touched her. Large hands cupped her ass, squeezed as she lowered her body back to the floor. Fingers dug into her cheeks, spreading her ass open. Lila’s face flamed and her arms shook.

“That’s only three.” He slapped her ass.

Lila managed to push her body back up as he continued to fondle her. His fingers shifted lower, squeezing her hamstrings, sneaking in between her legs to caress the sensitive flesh. There was no way she’d be able to keep going, not with his hands all over her, teasing her body as he stoked her lust.

“Stop.” He put a hand on her back when she finished her tenth push-up. “Spread your legs apart and put your hands greater than shoulder length apart. Next five this way.”

Lila knew her face was red, between the strain, desire and embarrassment; there was no way it couldn’t be. He would see her pussy now, wet from her arousal. She needed him to put his hands on the places where she needed him most—her cunt, breasts, pinching her nipples until she screamed with pleasure.

Kyle moved to stand by her head. With a single push, his shorts fell to pool at his feet. He kicked them away, along with his sneakers and socks. Now they were both naked. It should have been an even playing ground, but as Lila cranked out push-up number fifteen, she knew nothing was further from the truth.

“Push and hold at the top of the move.”

She did so, but her arms began to shake almost instantly.

He got to his knees beside her, and simultaneously reached
for her breast and between her legs. “I’ll tease you for as long as you can maintain this position.”

The slide of his finger between her pussy lips had Lila crying out. Everything felt amplified, every brush of skin against skin.

Kyle pinched her nipple as he thrust two fingers into her cunt. “Every time you’d bend over, lie back on a bench, spread your legs as you stretched, I wanted to do this. Touch you, make you moan. Fuck you until you begged me for more.” He began to thrust his fingers into her, matching the rhythm with the tweaks on her nipple. “I’m going to fuck you, but not until you’re begging for me.”

“Please, Kyle.” Her arms couldn’t take much more of this. “I need you.”

“Show me how much.” He turned his hand so his fingers pressed against her G-spot. “Suck my cock.”

“Yes.” Tears filled her eyes and her nose threatened to run. “Anything.”

He pulled his fingers from her pussy, leaving her hungry for more. “You can drop.”

The relief in her muscles was instantaneous. Not that he gave her any time to relax and enjoy it. The next thing she knew, Kyle was tugging her by the shoulders, getting her up on her knees as he stood. His cock, larger than that of any man she’d been with before, was red and leaking with precum. She could smell how turned-on he was.

Putting a hand to the back of her head, Kyle encouraged her forward. The thought of leaving never once entered her mind. This was what she wanted, who she wanted and exactly how she wanted it to happen.

Sticking her tongue out, Lila licked a trail from the base of his balls up his shaft to the head of his cock. The salty tang of
the precum set her mouth watering. She needed more. Opening as wide as she could, she swallowed down as much as she could handle.

The girth of his shaft forced her to keep her mouth wider than was comfortable. Closing her eyes, she focused on giving Kyle what he wanted, licking and sucking as much as she could. She would pause to tease the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, before switching to suck hard on the head. When she didn’t think she could continue on, Lila used her hands to pump him hard.

“That’s it. You keep going even when you don’t think you can. You’ve got a soul of iron under that beautiful heart of yours. Suck me down.”

Lila groaned, her mind slipped away, leaving behind all the details of her life that plagued her. Her health, her job, the insecurities of not knowing where to go from here. None of that mattered while she was with Kyle.

“Enough.” He tugged her head back. Lifting her chin once more, he ran a thumb across her lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Lie back.”

Stretching out on her back felt amazing, easing the ache from her muscles. Kyle lifted her legs and threw them over his shoulders. With no preamble, he lowered his mouth to her pussy and sucked her clit. Lila groaned and buried a hand in his hair.