Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
While this was going on, I didn’t fail to notice the silent presence of Gabe at my back. I retrieved some crutches, gave the coach some instructions, and then sent them on their way. Gabe watched the entire time. Eyes never stopped scanning. To tell you the truth, it kind of gave me the willies. He really didn’t want me to be here, and if his posture and demeanor was anything to go by, he wanted me to know it.
I finished up with both athletes in a little over an hour. It was now four thirty in the afternoon, and it was time to be going. Sending June home, I replenished supplies and made out an order form of what all we would need to order from our suppliers within the next week. Wiping down all of the tables, I finally deemed the room ready, and turned to Gabe. He was still scanning the area. Two hours later. Granted it was a large space, but not much could surprise you since we were down a long ass hallway in the boonies of the college campus. Nevertheless, what did I know?
“Ready.” I said to him, bending over one of the tables to reach for my sweatshirt that had fallen onto the floor.
Once my tummy hit the table though, I felt a presence at my back, pinning my hips to the table. Gabe’s hips were up snug against my hips. His ground his erection into me, and I swear if the table wasn’t underneath me, I’d have fallen to my knees. Which to be honest might not have been a bad thing.
I peeked over my shoulder to notice that the training room door was closed. When that happened, I don’t know.
“We can’t do this right now. I work here Gabe.”
“Seeing you strutting around in these tight little pants drives me nuts. What the hell are these anyway?” He asked.
This was not a discussion I wished to have with him. How do you tell your boyfriend that you are wearing Spanx? What do you say that they are for fat people who want to suck their fat in?
“Ummm, uhhh, I don’t really want to tell you to be honest.”
His hands tightened on my hips as he said, “I don’t really give a fuck what they are, just keep wearing them. They drive me fucking crazy. Do you wear underwear with these things?”
“Yes. Not wearing underwear would give me a camel toe. No one wants to be seen with a camel toe. Those are so not cool.”
A brief laugh escaped him, but didn’t deter him. He grabbed the waist of my pants and yanked both pants and panties down to my thighs. These babies were so tight that I wouldn’t be able to move my thighs but a few inches apart. That didn’t seem to bother him though because his seeking fingers had already found my sweet spot inside of me in the next instant.
My back arched off the table, and my eyes rolled back into my head as he curled his two fingers and worked me. It wasn’t long and I was pushing back against his fingers, trying to get him deeper inside of me. I was seconds away from coming when he pulled out. One second his fingers were inside of me, and the next he was slamming his cock into me.
“Jesus!” I gasped.
He froze and said, “Too much?”
“No, it was just a surprise. Keep going.” I pleaded as I pushed back against him.
He did it slowly though. Gabe and I drifted more towards fast and furious when it came to sex. It was just the way that felt the best to us. Today, however, with my pants keeping my knees close together, and him moving in and out of me very slow, it felt abso-fucking-lutely amazing.
I could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as he pumped it in and out slowly. Over and over again, until I was ready to shout at him to go harder, but just as I was about to demand that of him the doorknob jiggled.
My body tensed, ready to push him away, but Gabe didn’t stop in his ministrations, only ramped up his efforts. He gave a little twist at the end of each thrust that had me seeing stars.
“The guy’s bike who brought her this morning is still parked in her spot. So where is she at?” I heard someone ask.
Holding on to the edge of the table with one hand, I buried my head into the crook the elbow of my other arm and willed myself not to scream. This was torture in its truest form. I was working up to one hell of an orgasm, and I needed to be quiet. This could get me fired in a heartbeat. I loved this job, but nothing short of death could stop me right at the moment. Any second now, I would blow, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold in my scream.
I could still hear the two people speaking with only ten feet and a flimsy door between us, but in the next instant, they weren’t even on my radar. Gabe must have sensed that my orgasm was imminent because he reached his hand around and covered my mouth, trapping the scream that was about to pour out of it.
Once my orgasm made itself known, Gabe started to slam inside of me, just how we both liked it. Again and again, he pounded into me, spurring my orgasm to continue. Gabe grunted and slammed into my one final time, planting himself deep inside of me before pouring his come deep inside of me.
He let go of my mouth, and my face dropped to the leather of the training table underneath of me. Gabe slid slowly out of my body, and tucked himself back into his jeans, zipping and belting them up.
I watched with my face still planted on the table. That was exhausting, and I could really go for a teensy tiny nap right now, but it was not in our cards. He gave my ass a good slap before backing away and heading to the door. I squeaked and hauled my undies and pants back over my ass.