He lifts my legs higher and begins fucking me so fast that I lose my breath with each time that he slams into me. After a few seconds, I feel my orgasm starting to build and it’s so sensitive that I almost can’t take the buildup.
“I’m coming, Kyan . . .” I squeeze the mat and cry out as he slams into me over and over again, giving me the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever had. “Holy shit! Oh God! Oh God!” He lifts me up during mid orgasm to give my arms a rest.
“Fuck yes. Squeeze my cock, baby.” He waits for my body to stop clenching before he sets me back down and drops to his knees behind me. “You okay?”
I nod my head as he turns me around so that I’m facing him. “Yes,” I say breathlessly. “So good.”
“Good . . . because I’m not done.” He pulls me up to my feet and stands directly on the mat. “I need to come now.” Picking me up, he wraps my legs around his waist and grabs my ass with both hands.
I throw my head back and moan as he lifts me and sets me down on his dick. Grabbing onto him for dear life, I bury my head in his neck and bite him as he pounds into me over and over again.
He moans out and grips my waist tighter as he gets close to reaching his own orgasm. I’m surprised that just by knowing that he’s about to explode has me clenching around him once again.
“Oh fuck!” I feel his dick throb inside me as my orgasm rolls through me for a second time. One of his arms wraps around my neck as we both breathe heavily, our bodies spent. His breath covers my lips and I feel him smile against me. “This is the best workout I’ve had, and I’ll definitely be wanting more sessions like this.”
I smile before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting it. This causes his eyes to lock with mine, before he turns his gaze and carefully sets me down.
We’re both standing here under the water for a few seconds before Kyan speaks, breaking the silence. “Why don’t you get dressed while I clean up and then I’ll follow you home? You did bring a change of clothes, right?”
“Yeah,” I say softly. “Sounds good.”
Kyan appears from the shower room about fifteen minutes later, dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray shirt.
He smiles at me and grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”
I ABOUT FELL OVER AND fainted when I watched Kyan mount his motorcycle when we left the gym. His sexiness level is now off the chart and I’m not sure how much more of it I can handle. I mean, a woman can only handle so much, right?
I feel his hand rest on the bottom of my back as we enter the apartment building and walk toward the front desk.
The blonde girl at the desk smiles at me and then looks to Kyan. “Hi, Mr. Wilder. You have some messages and a reminder from your brother that he’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
Kyan reaches for the index cards as the girl hands them out for him. “Thank you, Ashley.” His hand goes lower, stopping on my ass and I have to fight the gasp that almost escapes my lips. “Anything else I should know?”
Ashley nods toward me. “Would you like me to tell you at a different . . .”
“She’s fine,” he says, cutting her off. “Tell me now.”
She clears her throat and gives me a forced smile. “It looks like Ryder Owens is late on rent again this month and Mrs. Moore is going to pay tomorrow when her check comes in.”
He grinds his jaw. “Tell Mrs. Moore not to worry. She can pay when she can, and I’ll deal with Ryder myself.”
Kyan brings his hand back up to my lower back and gives a little pressure to let me know that he’s ready to start walking.
I wait until we get in the elevator to ask him a pretty obvious question after the conversation I just witnessed a few minutes ago.
“Do you own this place too?”
“Yeah,” he says, still looking a little worked up about this Ryder guy. “I bought it from my father a few years ago and then opened the gym up with my brother.”
“Wow!” I smile as the elevator dings. “Someone’s a pretty busy man.”
He walks out onto the sixth floor and pulls me along beside him. “I’m a very busy man. Too busy sometimes.”
Once we get in front of my door, he presses my back against it and rubs his thumb over my throat. His eyes meet mine. “I need you to promise that you’ll use protection with others. Every. Single. Time.”
“I’ve always used protection. I’m safe when it comes to sex.”
He gives me a satisfied nod. “Me too. Always.” His hand wraps in the back of my hair and his eyes lower to my lips. “Goodnight, Calla.” He leans in and kisses me on the side of the mouth. “I’ll text you later about our next session.”