His Gymnast by Darcy Rose

8

Knox

I only plannedto make her sleep with me so I could hold her. I mean, cuddling isn’t something I do, but she seems like the type to like that shit, and I’ve heard it helps calm people. Considering all the events of today, I thought she’d need that. But when she came out of the bathroom with wet hair, in nothing but my T-shirt, my dick stirred to life and hasn’t gone soft since.

It’s wild to think that’s all it took—seeing her in my T-shirt. I walked inside the bathroom when she was naked, but the moment I saw her staring into space, all I wanted to know was what was going through her mind.

I could see the pain on her face. The contemplation of something, but I couldn’t ask what. I felt maybe she needed that moment to put everything together in her head and come to terms with this new reality. Hell, maybe I needed it too. Because up until now, a woman has never even been in my home.

When she enters my room, her steps slow with hesitation. I give her a moment to see what she’ll do—what she’ll say—but she just stares at me instead. “Come here.” My voice comes out harsher than I intend, making her flinch.

Her eyes shoot to mine, and I can see questions swimming in them, but she doesn’t voice them.

“I won’t hurt you, Aria.” I try to soften my tone.

She shakes her head softly. “I know that… I’m not sure how, but I know you won’t.”

“Then what's the issue?”

She shrugs, dropping her eyes to the floor again. “I just… I don’t know.”

“Come here,” I command again, opening my arms.

Hesitantly, she crawls into the bed next to me. At first, her body is stiff, and she keeps half an inch between us, but she quickly changes her mind, scooting as close as she can get and lays her head on my chest. Her wet hair is cold against my bare skin, but the chill quickly dies. Even though she used all of my hygiene products, I can still smell her lingering scent. It’s so sweet and ignites the fiery desire inside me.

Once she’s settled into my arms, her body loosens, going soft, but I’m rigid and hard. I can’t relax with her this close, and I think she senses that. “What’s the matter?”

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath as she traces the tattoos on my stomach with delicate fingers. Never one to filter what I say, I just blurt out exactly what’s on my mind to answer her question.

“You. You’re what’s the matter with me.” She sits up, and her face morphs from somewhat calm and composed to absolute dread. Before she can speak, I continue, “I want you, Aria. I need you.” I gesture to my hard cock straining against my loose shorts.

I know now probably isn’t the best time for something like this, but I can’t help it. I lasted the entire time she showered, ate, and talked. Now my patience is thin. Of course if she said no, I wouldn’t pressure her, but something inside me tells me that won’t happen.

I can see it when she looks at me too. She’s just as fascinated with me as I am with her.

She relaxes slightly, her eyes going to where I’m pointing. After a moment, she closes them, sucks in a breath, then opens them and straightens her posture. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

The lust inside me stirs. “Suck it.” I scoot down so my back is flat against the bed, then put my hands behind my head.

She nods, then reaches out with shaky hands and tugs at my shorts. I want to reassure her and tell her not to be scared, but I don’t trust myself enough to speak. I need to let her take control right now because if she leaves it up to me, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop.

She’s already been through so much, and maybe this is selfish, but I don’t even care right now. Right now, I only want her.

She climbs between my legs, then shimmies my shorts down enough to get access. Without the fabric constricting me, my dick springs up through my thin boxers and twitches with need. She pulls my boxers down slowly, finally freeing me completely, and her eyes flash with desire. I knew it. She wants this just as bad as I do.

She leans down, locking her eyes to mine, then flicks the small, silver bar on the underside of my dick with her tongue. Immediately, it sets the blood in my veins on fire. I thrust up, wanting more, and she takes my cue.

She locks her lips around me. Her warm, wet mouth swallows me whole, not stopping until her lips hit the base. My legs flex, and I fist my hair with my hands behind my head. Her tempo increases, and with each skating pass of her tongue on me, it gets harder not to come.

I finally move my hands, then slide them down my body until I reach her head. I push them into her hair and grip hard, holding her in place, then proceed to fuck her face. She gags and drools, and it only turns me on more.

“Fuck,” I hiss, looking into her watery eyes. I swear I can see the ghost of a smile on her lips around my cock.

“I’m going to come,” I grind out through clenched teeth.

Her head nods as much as it can, and that's all it takes. My abs clench, and I can feel my balls squeeze with an impending release. With one last thrust into her mouth, I shoot my seed. I can feel my cum coat her tongue and the back of her throat.

When she swallows, her throat tightens around me, sending one last wave of shivers through me. I remove myself and pull her up to me. I kiss her lips softly, then grip her hips and try to push her up my body.

“Wait.” She lays her hands flat on my chest. “What are you doing?”

I give her a sideways look. “Returning the favor.” Isn’t it obvious?

She shakes her head and tries to roll off me. “I only did this as payment. You don’t have to return the favor.”

I grip her hips tighter, locking her in place on top of me. “Payment? You think because I saved you, you have to suck my dick? I may be a monster, but I would never make a woman do something she doesn’t want to.” I narrow my eyes at her. “You wanted to, didn’t you?”

I have to ask because now I’m starting to think I was reading her signals all wrong.

“I—”

I cut her off. “I don’t like liars, Aria, so be honest.”

Her knees squeeze around me slightly as her mouth opens and her breath shudders. That’s all the answer I need. She did want to do this, and even more, she wants me.

I let the conversation die and pull her up my body until she’s hovering over me with her pussy lined up with my mouth.

No panties hide her mound from me, and it makes me smile. She’s completely shaved smooth, and I can smell her arousal. Pushing her down, her slit lands on my waiting tongue. My taste buds burst with satisfaction at her sweet taste, and I swear my dick comes to life again.

I lick, suck, and nip until she takes over, running her pussy over my nose and tongue in long, fast strokes. It turns me on to see her taking charge and chasing her own orgasm, so I don’t stop her. I lie there, my hands gripping the soft flesh of her ass, as she rides my face.

“I…” she starts between pants. “I’m going to come!” She moans.

Before she gets the chance, I grab her and flip her onto her back, then crawl down her body, positioning my face between her thighs. I look at her, chest heaving, sweat slicking her forehead. “Come. Come for me,” I say, then dive between her legs.

All it takes is a few strokes all the way from her clit to her hole, then back up before she’s coming all over my face. I lap every last drop up with my tongue until her body stills and her orgasm starts to die.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before moving back up the bed and lying down beside her. It’s almost awkward because this is the point I would kick any other woman out, but I can’t do that to her. I won’t. She needs me.

Just as I’m about to start a pointless conversation, she moves closer to me and puts her head on my chest the same way it was before. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything so exhilarating,” she remarks.

“Oh yeah?” I can hear the smile in my voice, and it makes me feel stupid. No woman has ever made me feel this way—so light and carefree. Normally, a constant storm rages inside me, but that storm is nothing more than a light breeze with her in bed, in my arms.

“Yeah. The only other time I’ve ever felt that way was when I was performing.”

“Performing?” I know what she’s talking about, but I don’t want her to know that I was already stalking her. I’m getting her to open up, and I have a feeling if I tell her my brother dug up all the information he could on her, she’d close right back up.

“Yeah. I used to do gymnastics. I had a scholarship and everything.”

“Why did you stop?”

“I had an accident. It was my own fault… I landed wrong, tore my ACL, and fractured my spine.” I can hear the frown in her voice, and it makes me pull her closer.

“How can it be your fault if it was an accident?”

She shrugs. “I guess it wasn’t really, but after you’ve been told it’s all on you for so long, I guess you start to believe it too.”

My hatred for her so-called parents grows by the minute. The only thing keeping me calm is knowing that she is safe now and her asshole stepfather is walking around with his face rearranged. “Is that why you teach now?”

She nods against my chest. “But I don’t think I’ll be teaching much longer. All the parents are starting to take their kids to the new gyms they’re building on the other side of town. Ours is too old and run down, and Lisa, the owner, doesn’t have the money to fix it. It’s really sad.”

“Sounds like it. But maybe one day that’ll change.”

She lets out a yawn. “Maybe.”

As she nestles into my side more, I wrap my other arm around her, and for once, I fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.