The Boy Next Door (65 page)

He ground himself down against her, and relished the gasp that escaped her lips.  He brushed his hand against her pussy through her skintight leggings and his ego soared as she raised her hips to force the contact.  He withdrew his hand as she struggled to maintain her calm demeanor.

Annie groaned loudly in her head.  She knew she was sinking fast into the pool of lust for this man and she was almost past the point of pulling herself out.  Her self-control seemed to be melting and forming a pool of moisture between her legs.

With one hand still trapped in the hold position, she slid her free hand down between their bodies to brush against the hardness that teased her.  He groaned loudly and rolled his hips against the tormenting fingers.  She brushed against his cock again, letting her fingertips dance across the thin nylon material, tickling and teasing every inch she could reach.

He was not going to be undone by this woman and he shifted his weight so that his own fingers could access the warmth between her thighs.  He pressed softly, drawing tiny circles all around what he knew was her throbbing clit.  As her hips writhed, his fingertips danced, teasing every need in her body until she felt like she would explode.

They both panted, still not speaking a word.  The clock behind them dinged the hour and he dragged a fingertip across her throbbing little button.  He was rewarded with a low groan that fell from her full pink lips.

He withdrew from her body and made a hasty exit out of the door.  She waited half a beat before following him quickly, through the doorway to the men’s locker room.

She waited silently on the bench of the locker room.  Soon after, she heard the rustle of his clothes on the floor and then the slipping of skin on skin.  His soft panting told her exactly what he was doing, and she could not resist spreading her own legs and slipping her own hand into her leggings to find the source of her own tension.

When she heard his guttural grunts, she felt her clit pulse against her finger as her body shuddered through its own climax.  The stall door swung open and he caught full sight of her spread out on the bench with her hand inside her clothing.

She looked him dead in the eyes as she withdrew her hand slowly.  She walked over to him and brushed one glossy fingertip over his bottom lip before departing without a word.  Tony felt his cock swell again and he shook his head, seemingly helpless against whatever she dished out.

The next day, Annie chose the tank top and running shorts.  Even with the binding effect of the tank top, there was no doubt she had been gifted with full breasts, and the shorts accentuated her long and lean runner’s legs.  She smoothed her ponytail before getting out of the car, and nearly sprinted through the puddles to the door.

She lounged back in the chair, making sure her legs were stretched out in front of her.  She was rewarded soon enough since Tony almost tripped over his own feet as he came through the door.

“Ready, coach?” she smiled up at him.

He beckoned with his head, afraid that the hoarseness in his voice would give away his lust.  She swished by him, making sure to brush her hand against his leg as she passed.  He shook his head at his lack of self-control and followed her down the hall and into the training room.  He hoped that his partial erection was not visible through his shorts, at least not to the young woman behind the front desk to their right.

When he held open the training room door for Annie, she brushed her hand against his taut midsection as she passed.  He watched as she bent over to place her things on the floor, her legs visible from the white ankle socks peeking out of her tennis shoes to the lower curve of her ass.  He even suspected that she was not wearing panties and he had the strong feeling he would find out before the session was over.

“So what this time, coach?”

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.  “Did you want to work on the escape moves some more?”

“Sure thing.”  She grinned with no hint of innocence or flirtation, just a huge invitation.  She stared directly at him, and reached over to lock the training room door with a reverberating click.

He assumed the guard position on the floor and she slid into her position.  And she did slide, her breasts brushing against the length of his body from his groin to his chest.  He squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself feel her body against his, and when he opened them again, she was face to face with him, blinking and waiting.  He knew she had to have felt the lack of a protective cup.

She tried very hard not to let it show, but she had been painfully aware that he had omitted that portion of his attire.  Even in just a semi-hard state, she could feel that his cock was nearly double the size of anything she had experienced before and her body shuddered at the possibilities that ran through her mind.  She dug her fingertips into the mat on either side of his shoulders and she waited for him to react or move.

He slid his hands up her bare thighs until they came to rest just at the hem of her shorts.  He carefully and deliberately guided her body into the right position as he locked his ankles around her neck.  Her brain screamed at her that she was moments away from something irreversible but all her pussy kept saying was that if she moved a few inches down, her mouth would be right over the growing bulge in his shorts.

She did not even realize she had been squirming until he inhaled sharply.

“What?”  Her head snapped around as best as it could in that position.  “What did you say Tony?”

“I-I-I didn’t say anything,” he stuttered.

“I thought I heard something.”

He tightened his grip on her body and asked her to attempt one of the escape movements he had given her.  She writhed against him and felt her body shudder as his cock pressed against her through their clothing.  She wriggled harder, trying desperately to remember any of the actual moves through the fog of her lust.  In her struggles, she had not realized that she slipped backwards down Tony’s body until she felt his hard cock brushing against her sensitive breasts.

This time she knew she heard him groan.  She rotated her shoulders so that her breasts rubbed him again.

“Annie?”  His voice cracked with his own need.

“Tony…” she whispered as she bowed her head towards his groin.

She opened her mouth and wrapped it around his clothed cock, exhaling warmly.  He dug his fingers into her scalp and pressed her face downwards onto himself.  She nipped and massaged his swollen cock with her mouth through the thin basketball shorts until his hips were writhing underneath her.

She hooked her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, tossing them off to one side.  She truly had never seen a cock that large in real life before and her eyes widened.  She grazed her fingers along its length and he groaned again.

“Annie, maybe…”

“What?  I should stop?”  She looked up at him and batted her lashes innocently, as her fingers wrapped around him.

He grunted her name.  “Annie…”

She stroked him once, slowly and purposefully.  “Because I can if you want.”

“God no, don’t…stop…”

She grinned at his half-closed eyes and parted lips.  “If you’re sure…”

She squeezed him gently and stroked him twice more.  His dark eyes burned into her, simultaneously begging her to stop and to continue.

“God, please, don’t…”

“Don’t do this?” She asked as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock.

“Fuck…” he breathed.

“I can stop if you can.”

“Fuck it,” he exhaled, “you better not stop now.”

Her fingers were wrapped loosely around his wide cock and she continued to stroke him lightly.  He thrust his hips upwards for more but she continued with the gentle light tickling.  The torment was almost too much.  He was tempted to slap her hand away and finish the job himself.  His cock throbbed and his balls ached for release.

“Dammit, woman, you’re killing me…”

She grinned at him and wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked firmly, letting her tongue dance across the sensitive ridges.  Tony felt his body tense with anticipation and need, and then relax into the sensations of her mouth.  She took a deep breath and slid her warm wet mouth as far down as she dared, closing her lips around him as she pulled back up.

His hands rested on the back of her head and soon began to guide her up and down as he fucked her mouth.  She knew that with his strength she had no real control, but she doubted he wanted to risk anything going wrong at this moment in his life.

Her fingers lightly massaged his balls as he buried his cock in her mouth over and over.  His hips bucked up towards her face as her tongue found every sensitive spot that made him tremble.

Every time his cock started to twitch in anticipation of an impending orgasm, she lightened her pressure and returned to the slow teasing movements.  Over and over she brought him right to the edge and pushed him back.

After the third time, he growled at her.  “Suck it.  Do it…”

She wrapped her hand around the length that she could not take into her mouth, and stroked him with both in unison until his cock began to twitch in her mouth one more time.  She contemplated making him wait longer, but the slippery wetness between her own thighs demanded that she finish him.  She stroked and sucked harder, urging him to cum for her.

“Annie, I’m going to…” he gasped.

She clamped her mouth down around the tip, and stroked his shaft until he grunted and spurted over her tongue.  When she had sucked out the last drop, he collapsed back onto the mat underneath her.

She moved to lie on top of him, and made sure that he could feel her hand moving inside her own shorts.  She massaged her throbbing clit and fought the urge to bury her own fingers inside herself.

When he came out of his fog and realized what she was doing, he grabbed her wrist and pulled it out of her shorts.  The noise that escaped her lips resembled the love child of a gasp and a whimper. 

He rolled her off of him and slid down between her thighs, taking her shorts with him.  Her thighs fell open to accommodate his wide shoulders and her pussy opened up on front of him.  He groaned at the sight of her swollen pink lips.

He wove his tongue around every fold to find every drop of her wetness.  He came to rest on her clit, letting his tongue dance feverishly against the heartbeat that pounded inside.  She whimpered and pulled his face into her body.  Tony grasped the tiny nub between his lips and let his tongue flicker across the surface hard and fast.  Her flat stomach trembled as she reached closer and closer, and as her back arched, he drove two fingers inside her wet velvet walls.

She cried out as his fingers stretched her more than any cock she had ever had.  And she came hard against the invading fingers and the tormenting tongue.  He twisted his fingers around, pressing against that soft spot deep inside her body, letting her body seize hold and pull him in further.  As her shudders slowed to a stop, she stared up at the ceiling, gasping.

The knock on the door startled both of them, and they scrambled for their respective shorts.

“One minute!” Tony hollered.

Both breathless, Tony answered the door with Annie right behind him.  They prayed that their red faces and gasping breaths could be attributed to working out.  The young woman from the front eyed them both suspiciously but only informed them that the gym was closing.  Tony dismissed her and closed the door again.

“I gotta run anyway,” Annie said.

Tony grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his own crotch, his cock hard again and wanting more.

“Damn, you ready again?” Annie asked, incredulous.  Ken never lasted more than a few minutes, he hardly ever pleasured her entirely, and he certainly was never ready for a second round within a few minutes.

“You have the time?” Tony grinned.

“I actually don’t, but how about tomorrow?”

He groaned loudly and nodded.  “Sure.  Same bat time, same bat channel.”

She darted out the door before she could double-guess herself.  It was too much too fast and she needed to think.  But when she got home, all she could think about was how she made the wrong decision.  She drove her own fingers inside her body over and over, until they sent her over the edge one more time.

The next day at work was absolute torture.  Her brain had given up on her completely, and was just killing time before the training session that evening.  She knew exactly what was going to happen that night and she wished she could just show up now and get it going.

After a painful nine hours, she changed into the tank top and running shorts, completely omitting her bra and panties.  At this stage, it was just going to slow them down.

He led her silently into the workout room, and stood next to her in the doorway as she dropped her purse in the corner.  She reached around his body to close and lock the door before squeezing his stiff cock through his shorts.

The entire time she had been training with Tony, she had always known he was holding back.  After all, he was not looking to injure her.  But she was about to find out the true and full nature of the strength and stamina of an MMA fighter.

A long pause filled the room, before they mutually started ripping their clothes off.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, bruising her lips with his own.  He drove his tongue deep in her mouth as he pulled them across the room.  His hands moved to her ass as she opened her thighs to wrap around him.