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 fucked 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.
The longer we sat in silence, the more my body filled with anger. I shook with it. Rage bloomed in my stomach, though I tried hard to ignore it. I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to focus my attention through the front windshield, but every time he moved I nearly jumped out of my skin.
What was going on in that thick skull of his? How can he not be moved by what he just did? A normal, decent guy would reach across the front seat and hold my hand. He’d try to strike up a conversation and make me feel more comfortable. Erik might as well have been a ghost in the driver’s seat.
He pulled off onto the gravel drive in front of his house and I knew we only had another minute together.
I turned and narrowed my eyes on his sharp profile. “You didn’t touch Kira once back there. Why?”
She dripped sexuality, and if I were a guy, I would have picked her over me ten out of ten times, so why hadn’t Erik?
A slow-spreading