Wanton (4 page)

At least she had fooled
everyone in that judge’s chamber, making them all believe she
didn't give a flying flipping fuck. Her life would be a hell of a
lot better once she got about two hundred and fifty miles of
distance between her and all the Dalton men.

Yanking the towel off the
treadmill console, she scanned the floor of Body Perfect, all she
had left after signing her life away that morning. The trendy Cool
Springs health club was deserted, just her and a guy over by the
squat racks knocking off reps with a serious amount of weight on
the bar.

Nice tight ass. Impressive
lat spread. Short blond spiky hair. Sex in a pair of spandex
workout shorts. Exactly what she needed.

“Hey, Ms. Dalton, this
place is dead,” the front desk receptionist said between annoying
pops of her chewing gum. “Can we close up early? Nobody’s gonna
work out on Christmas Eve.”

“
Okay, go ahead and lock
up.”

“Want me to tell him we’re
closing.” The girl pointed at the guy busting through another set
of squats.

“No, I’ll take care of
him.”

“Oh, I bet you will.” The
girl giggled just like she knew exactly what Courtney had in
mind.

“Merry Christmas, Lynsie,”
Courtney said remembering why she’d hired the girl for her looks
and not her intellect.

Courtney selected the
bench closest to the squat rack and popped a couple of twenty-five
pound plates on the bar. She breezed through a
warm up set of bench presses and waited to rack the bar just
as he finished his own set to load on more weights.

“You need a spot?” she asked, sidling up to
him.

He didn’t even look at her. Not the reaction
she was expecting. Courtney wasn’t the type of woman that got
ignored, at least not in her own gym. Unfazed, she stepped between
him and the mirror, getting a good look at his face for the first
time.

Alex–Vlad’s kid all grown up. His think dark
hair had been bleached out and chopped into a harsh buzz cut that
accentuated the slant of his brown eyes. His mother had been
half-Chinese or was it Japanese, or maybe Korean. She couldn’t
really remember. Alex Kafelnikov had never been of any interest to
her until now.

The kid had been training hard and packing
on the muscle. He looked like a cute little roid rage all ready to
happen.

Exactly what she needed to forget about
Dalton men, at least for an hour or so.

He yanked out an ear bud and snarled,
“What?”

“Do you need a spot?”

“No, I got it.”

He hefted the bar across his back, stepping
away from the squat rack to start his set.

Undeterred, she stood behind him for a
maximum view of his ass flexing and clinching with each rep. As he
racked the bar she pulled her t-shirt even tighter, knotting it
around her midriff to play up the line of her abs and the already
impressive swell of her breasts.

“Can you spot my next set?” She asked,
hoping to sound coy.

He looked around the deserted gym like he
was hoping to find someone else to use as a scapegoat. Seeing that
he was her only option, he nodded.

She added two more twenty-five pound plates
to the bar and laid down on the bench taking her time getting just
the right grip.

“Isn’t that a lot of weight for a girl?”

“That’s why I need some help getting it off
the rack,” she lied.

One hundred forty-five pounds wasn’t even a
challenge for Courtney. Still she pretended to struggle with
balancing the weight, causing him to hover over her at the perfect
angle to admire the view of her pecs in action.

She pretended to ignore the bulge in his
shorts and let him rack the bar,. To further tease him she asked
for a couple more ten plates just to drag it out a little further.
This time he held his hands under the bar, ready to grab if she
lost control. On the last rep she pretended to struggle, letting
him take the bar from her again.

“Want me to add a couple more tens?” he
asked, obviously ready to play long with her game.

“Sure,” she said, taking up the challenge to
un-rack the bar herself and blast off a quick eight reps.

“I knew you were faking.” Alex finally
cracked a smile. “I’ve seen you train with Bryson.

The gym had been the only place, other than
the bedroom, or anywhere else they fucked, where Courtney hadn’t
wanted to use her extensive martial arts training to kick her
brand-new ex-husband upside the head.

“Is there anything else I can help you
with?” he asked.

“Go ahead and finish your last set.” Just to
be a bitch, Courtney added a couple of twenty-fives to his bar.
“I’ve got your back.”

Alex accepted the challenge, hoisting the
bar onto his back and grunting his way through the first few
reps.

“No cheating, take it lower.” Courtney
teased, pushing him to keep the last few reps in perfect form.

As soon as the bar hit the rack Courtney
pressed her chest into his back, snaking her arms around his waist.
The word subtle had never been part of her vocabulary.

“Wanna fuck me?” she said with the same
casualness of asking for a spot.

“Are you serious?” Alex met her eyes in the
mirror.

***

“
Oooh that’s it -- come on
and fuck me -- harder dammit – harder.” Courtney demanded. “Yeah --
give it to me.”

If this was a dream Alex never wanted to
wake up. He had Courtney Dalton bent over the desk in her office
fucking her brains out.

He pulled back and smacked her perfect ass.
It hadn’t taken him long to figure out that she liked it rough --
hard and rough. He slammed his cock in her and she screamed with
pleasure as he pinched her puckered nipple and felt her body
shudder with another orgasm.

Like just about every up and coming wrestler
of his generation, he’d jacked off countless times to Courtney’s
Playboy pictorial. Now here he was pounding the real thing and she
was actually digging him and begging for more. This was better than
any ride at Disney World and there was no way Santa could top this
tomorrow morning. Courtney was every man’s fantasy come to life.
This was – damn -- he came with a roar.

Before he could dispose of the condom, she
shoved him back in the chair and spread those legs wanting him to
go down on her again. Courtney Dalton -- butt naked on her desk,
not a tan line on her rock hard body.

That Playboy spread hadn’t done justice to
her hotness. Her pussy was so wet and right in his face. Not even a
Photoshopped landing strip of hair down there. She was soft, slick
and all sex.

He’d never given oral before today.
Actually, he’d just doubled the total of women he’d been with. He’d
dated the same girl since their freshman year of high school and he
hadn’t gotten any until Senior Prom night. She hadn’t liked him
moving to Florida to train at the wrestling school and being on the
road all the time made it worse.

Despite the fact that he’d never cheated on
her, Lara had dumped his ass that very morning just because he
couldn’t come back to Charlotte for Christmas. He had to stay and
work. Alex had a car payment to make, and now he had a never worn
engagement ring to take back to the jewelry store.

Fuck her -- no fuck Courtney -- and that was
exactly what he was doing. This woman was big league. He wasn’t
going back to a McDonald’s Happy Meal after being served filet
mignon. Alex didn’t mind it a bit when she grabbed his head and did
a bump and grind on his face, especially when she squealed and
squirmed with every lick.

“That tongue stud is kinda like a mini
vibrator. I like.” She pulled him up by the hair roughly kissing
him for the first time. “Think you can handle another round?”

“Anything you want.”

“That’s the kind of answer that gets you
laid.”

She had him hard again almost as soon as she
took his dick in her mouth. Normally he would have closed his eyes
and leaned back to be serviced, but he didn’t want to so much as
blink and miss a second of seeing her lips wrapped around his
cock.

All too quickly, she leaned back on the desk
after tossing him another condom. He was already so damn
pussy-whipped that he would have gotten down on his knees and
barked like a dog if she wanted him to.

Those nails digging into his ass made his
dick all kinds of hard as she matched him thrust for thrust, her
muscular legs wrapped tight around his waist.

Damn, if she wasn’t screaming so loud it was
a wonder someone hadn’t knocked on the door to check on them. Not
that there had been any other losers working out the day before
Christmas.

Who’s the loser now?

Courtney was fucking insatiable and he loved
every second of it.

Real or not, she had the most amazing tits
he’d ever gotten up close and personal with. He clamped his lips
around her left nipple and she arched her back and squealed.

“Harder, give it to me harder… aaahhhh.”

She rolled into another wave of orgasms as
his teeth sank into the fleshy tenderness of her breast. Her pussy
throbbed and he couldn’t hold it any longer. He came hard,
collapsing all his weight on her, pinning her to the desk.

His legs shook so bad he had to fall
backwards into her chair to take a moment to decompress. All he
could do was sit back and watch those tits disappear back into a
lacy pink bra and admire the curve of her ass when she bent to grab
her shorts.

She had to know he was staring from the way
she held the pose long enough for him to get one final glimpse of
where he’d just been.

“If you can kayfabe our play date.” She
handed over his shorts and gave him a quick goodbye kiss “I’ll
consider penciling you in for an encore performance.”

Who the hell would ever believe him?

Want to keep reading?

Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch and
gifted medium. When she's writing it usually feels like she's
merely taking dictation for the voices running amok inside her
head.

She currently lives in Nashville, TN with a
spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry
Potter and a mouthy spirit guide with a fondness for snakes who
just happens to be named Odessa.

To find out more about
Jezebel Jorge and her Ring Dreams series please visit
http://www.witchlitchick.com
or
http://www.jezebeljorge.com

Odessa's Stories:

Under My Skin

The Lady is a Tramp

Other books by Jezebel Jorge:

Desire (A Ring Dreams Retro)

Wicked Desires (A collection of Ring Dreams
Snippets)

Dirty Weekend
(A
Ring Dreams Novella)

Wanton (A Ring Dreams Snippet)

Shattered (A Ring Dreams YA)

Hexed (A Ring Dreams Novel)

Vexed (A Ring Dreams Novel)

Infinity - An Anti-Valentine's Novella

Need You Tonight – An Evernight Publishing
Romance On The Go

Non-Fiction

Give It To Your Guides: How To Connect With
And Accept Help From Your Spirit Guides