Out of Bounds (The Summer Games #2)(60)

She pressed a butterfly kiss to my inner thigh, but it wasn’t enough and Erik knew it. He reached down and hooked his hand beneath my right knee, spread my thighs, and opened me for her even more.

Her kisses trailed the inside of my thigh as she tasted my salty skin. Her smooth hands blazed the trail for her lips and when she touched the inside of my thigh right where it met my hip, my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. She touched and stroked me gently, not wanting to push too far too fast. Her fingers were like feathers across my skin and when she finally put her lips on the very center of me, I lost track of everything but her mouth. It was divine.

I squeezed my eyes closed harder as my toes curled. Every part of me was trying hard to stave off my orgasm. The sparks were so close, but I didn’t want her to stop, not when she’d only just begun.

“Kira,” I whispered, trying to tell her to slow down, but she reached out and pressed my hips down so I couldn’t move. She covered me with her mouth and swirled her tongue across my clit. I tried to roll my hips to meet her, but she had me pressed to the floor so hard I couldn’t move.

It was maddening and Erik could see it written across my face.

“Do you see what can happen when you listen to your body?”

I let out a moan as my stomach started to shake. He bent forward, pulled my nipple into his mouth, and I saw stars. I fisted my hands in his hair as my orgasm grew closer and closer.

“I need to come,” I begged.

Kira’s tongue slid up and down and I pressed my hips up, trying to keep her in that…exact…spot.

She swirled her tongue again and I started to shudder.

I locked eyes with Erik and he nodded, giving me permission to fall.

“Yes,” I cried. “Yes.”

My entire body shook as bliss overtook me. Erik kissed me hard, dragging his teeth along my bottom lip as I moaned into his mouth. Kira didn’t let up once; she licked me until my breathing slowed and my eyes fluttered open.

I thought she’d back off then, but it wasn’t enough. Erik’s hands were all over me, burning my skin as Kira’s soft lips played with my head. The sensations were so opposite. Erik’s hands were strong and calloused; he took what he wanted, gripping my body like it was his to own. Kira’s touch was tentative and sweet, so f*cking soft I couldn’t help begging for more.

My second orgasm came on faster, so quick I couldn’t try to control it. My body jerked as I pressed my lips against Erik’s neck, moaning his name over and over again as I tried to keep hold of the sensations. I wanted it to go on forever, and it seemed to as Kira’s tongue robbed me of the concept of time.

There, in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life, I realized they hadn’t touched once. They were both completely clothed; I was the one spread on the ground, naked and exposed. Kira kissed my inner thigh one last time, massaging the spot before she slowly pulled away. Warm air hit my skin as real life settled back into place. I was dripping with sweat, both from my workout and from my heady orgasms.

“What did she taste like?” Erik asked when my eyes finally fluttered open.

Kira smirked as she pushed to stand. “Bliss.”

I was flustered as I tried to orient myself back to reality. I pulled my yoga pants back into place and felt Kira behind me, watching from a few feet away. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. To them, I was a toy, and they’d f*cked with me so much that even as I stood and adjusted my pants, I knew there was no use in trying to erase the last few minutes. They were branded across my heart forever.

Kira stepped forward and lifted my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze in the mirror. She was smiling, easy and confident. She and Erik had worked together in the last few minutes, making me come so hard my world shifted, and yet she looked so calm, like the last few minutes had been nothing at all.

“Your body is beautiful,” she said. “Trust it.”

I reached my tongue out to wet my lips.

“It’s the only thing in this world you can depend on.”

As if on cue, Erik came into view in my periphery. He tugged his t-shirt back into place near the cubbies and reached for his keys. His eyes didn’t meet mine in the mirror as he crossed the room. He pulled the studio door open and called to me over his shoulder.

“I’ll meet you in the truck,” he said with his usual tone.

His words sliced through me. They were distant and cold, the polar opposite of Kira’s. She gripped my hip, reassuring me, and then walked off to pull the mats from the center of the room. I grabbed my t-shirt and phone and headed for the door with my eyes on the ground.

“Good luck in Rio,” Kira called.

I waved and walked out, not bothering to correct her. I didn’t need luck for the games; I needed luck to get through the next twenty minutes alone with Erik.

He was already sitting behind the wheel, waiting for me to join him. As soon as I pulled my door shut, he took off, kicking up dirt under his wheels as he whipped back out onto the deserted street.

The excitement I’d felt only minutes before had morphed into something dark and ugly. I was crashing from the adrenaline; the spell was wearing off, and in its place there was only anger. I’d put myself out there, had bared myself for him, and he was back to treating me like nothing. My body couldn’t handle the whiplash. I needed him to pull me close and reassure me that the last thirty minutes had been as exhilarating for him as they’d been for me.