Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set (11 page)

Frowning, Frank called after him, "What's
wrong?"

"I need a shower. A cold one," Tom called
back.

Frank laughed and considered the effect Lexi
was having on him. His cock stirred to life, threatening to
embarrass him. After one last lingering look, Frank turned away
from the classroom and headed toward the stairs. If all went as
planned, he'd be seeing more of Lexi tonight. Naked and spread out
beneath him. Naked and bouncing on his cock. Naked with Tom between
her thighs.

Maybe Tom had the right idea about that cold
shower. Walking around with a massive hard-on tenting the front of
his shorts wasn't going to win any new customers for the gym. Then
again, maybe it would have a positive effect on membership. He'd
come across all kinds of deviant, debauched behavior doing rounds
during late nights and slow times. Couples fucking in the showers.
That weird guy who liked to jerk off in the used towel bins. Those
two girls who were using the weight lifting bench in that far
corner as a sex prop.

The memories of those rather shocking
discoveries fanned the flames of lust burning in his lower belly.
Lexi's sweet face tormented him. He imagined the feel of her skin
against his, the taste of her delicious pussy as he delved between
the folds of her sex.

"Hell," Frank swore and took a detour to the
private employee locker room. His thick erection pressed against
the front of his shorts. There was no hiding his condition now. He
scoped out the hallway and was relieved to see no one else in
sight. At the door, he lifted the keycard from his lanyard and
swiped it through the card reader. The sound of a running shower
met his ears as he entered the room. He glanced around the locker
room to confirm it was empty and quickly shucked his clothing and
stowed it in his private locker. He snatched a towel from the
shelves and wrapped it around his waist.

Back in the shower section of the room, he
followed the sound of running water to the back stall. Just in case
his suspicions were wrong, he asked, "That you, Tom?"

The dark blue curtain jerked back to reveal
every inch of Tom's naked, soapy body. They stared at one another
for a long moment before Tom reached out and grasped Frank's hand.
Grinning and mad with arousal, Frank allowed himself to be tugged
inside the steamy alcove. He whipped off his towel and tossed it
over the shower curtain bar. Tom wasted no time claiming his mouth.
He melted into Tom's deep kiss, transferring his sexual tension to
the man he'd loved so long.

"She drives you crazy," Tom murmured against
his mouth. "Admit it. You're thinking of her right now."

Frank hissed as Tom grasped his cock and
stroked the length. When Tom cupped his sac and fondled his balls,
Frank saw stars.

"You're wishing her hands were on you. You're
wishing it was her mouth right here." Tom squeezed the head of
Frank's dick. "Her lips sucking you tight."

"Both," Frank growled. "I want you
both."

Their tongues tangled. Tom chuckled, the deep
rumble of amusement penetrating Frank's chest. They groped and
squeezed and kissed until they were breathless. Frank's greedy
hands roamed Tom's hard body. Try as he might Frank could never
achieve the level of muscle mass and tone that Tom displayed. Where
Tom looked every inch the champion cage fighter, Frank sported more
of a swimmer's physique, his body lean and slim.

He shoved Tom's shoulder and spun him around
to face the tile wall. Frank bit the curve of Tom's neck, the bite
playful and short. Tom sucked in a sharp breath. "You
bastard."

Frank chuckled and licked the red spot. "You
love it when I'm rough."

Tom didn't deny it. Their relationship had
always had a touch of D/s and bondage to it, but never as much as
Frank wanted. Tom humored him every now and then but he wasn't a
natural sub. Frank sought out women to feed that need, sometimes
with Tom in tow and other times alone.

Since spying Lexi, he'd abandoned those
trysts. There was only one woman he wanted to tie up and spank and
torment. Whether she was interested, Frank couldn't say for sure.
He'd tried to test her out, invading her space and issuing subtle
commands when he ran into her around the gym to judge her response.
He'd noticed the way her breath had hitched and her gaze had
dropped away when he'd nudged her in those ways. Maybe there was a
little submissive hiding inside Lexi.

But those questions could wait. Right now he
wanted to focus on Tom.

Frank kissed his way down the broad expanse of
Tom's back. His gaze flicked over the scars and tattoos marring his
man's skin. Four tours in Iraq and Afghanistan and a lifetime of
playground scraps and bar room brawls had left their marks. Tom's
decision to fight for a living after leaving the service had lent
his body even more knots and gnarly scars. Frank's gut clenched at
the thought of how much pain his man had known and how badly he
wanted Tom to leave that all behind.

Dropping to his knees, Frank pressed a gentle
kiss to Tom's lower back. His lips danced across Tom's tight ass.
When Tom shifted his weight, bracing himself on the wall and
pushing back his hips, Frank grinned and grabbed two handfuls of
Tom's ass. He delved between those cheeks and swiped his tongue
over the pucker hidden there. Tom groaned and shoved back against
Frank's invading tongue.

White-hot need pierced Frank's belly. He
wanted to hear Tom lose it and attacked his lover's asshole with
his tongue. He circled and probed, his fingernails biting into the
flesh of Tom's backside until red marks appeared. Tom loved being
rimmed and shuddered with pleasure as Frank tortured him with his
tongue.

When he slipped lower and laved Tom's taut sac
with his tongue, the other man growled so loud Frank was sure
everyone on the main floor heard them. Frank didn't care. He wanted
Tom's cock. With a wicked shove, he forced Tom around and grabbed
the base of that fat dick. Frank lavished attention on the weeping
crown of Tom's cock, sucking the pre-cum right off the tip and
swirling his tongue over the tip. Tom pumped his hips and grasped
Frank's shoulders. Water rushed down over their bodies, the
pounding spray masking the noises of Frank's mouth sliding up and
down Tom's huge erection.

Tom rose on tiptoes and sucked in shaky
breaths as he neared his climax. Frank knew exactly how to work
Tom's dick. His hand stroked the bottom half of Tom's shaft as his
mouth bobbed up and down on the head. His tongue concentrated on
that spot on the underside of Tom's cock that drove him
wild.

"Fuck,
Frank.
Fuck!
"
Tom's warning spurred Frank to relax his jaw and take Tom into the
back of his throat. He could feel Tom's cock pulsing in his mouth
as hot cum jetted into Frank's welcoming mouth. A little bit
dribbled out and spilled down Frank's chin when Tom pulled
out.

Before he could wipe it away, Tom hauled him
onto his feet and licked the pearly essence from Frank's skin. Tom
stabbed his tongue into Frank's mouth, sharing the earthy flavor.
In that moment, Frank gave over control and let Tom have his
way.

Frank was shoved up against the wall. Tom's
mouth descended to his neck. Teeth grazed and lips sucked until
Frank's toes curled. His balls ached painfully and his cock
throbbed. As Tom soaped up his hands, Frank prayed he wouldn't draw
this out. He didn't think he could stand it if Tom did.

Thankfully, Tom grabbed his cock in both hands
and stroked hard and fast, just the way Frank liked it best. Their
tongues dueled. Frank clawed at him and thrust his cock in and out
of Tom's soapy mitts.

"Come for me," Tom ordered, his lips brushing
against Frank's jaw. "Give me your cum. Give it to me."

Frank couldn't deny him that request. He threw
his head back as his body went rigid. Ropy jets of cum shot from
his cock and painted Tom's torso. When Tom's teeth scraped the
sensitive side of his neck, Frank shuddered and groaned. "You're
killing me."

Tom chuckled against his throat and placed a
noisy kiss there. "You know you love it."

Still awash in afterglow, Frank gripped Tom's
shoulders and forced his man to look him in the eyes. "I know I
love you."

Tom's face softened. "I love you
too."

Frank stroked Tom's skin. "Whatever happens
tonight, we'll have us. This," he gestured between them, "is
unbreakable."

Tom nuzzled their noses together. "I believe
you."

Frank could only hope that was
true.

* * *

Lexi blew out a noisy breath and swept the
strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her eyes. Her
heart beat had slowed a considerable amount but it was still higher
than when she'd walked into the Zumba class. She gathered up her
water bottle and towel and joined a group of classmates heading out
into the hallway.

As they skipped down the stairs, Lexi tried
not to feel jealous of all the Valentine's Day plans being
described in great detail. Dinner at exclusive restaurants. Tickets
to the ballet. Gourmet chocolates. Dozens of roses. Risqué lingerie
and sex toys. Even seventy-three year old Edith who came to Zumba
on the Ridge Crest Retirement Village transport van had a hot
date!

Lexi tried not to
let her dateless V-Day get her down. If her drama-filled childhood
had taught her anything, it was that romance was seriously
overrated. Maybe it was better to spend the night curled up on the
couch watching
Real Housewives
reruns with some Chinese takeout and a bottle of
wine.

She tried not to compare the reality of the
lame ass Valentine's Day that awaited her with the one from her
fantasies. In her wildest dreams, she'd be sharing the night with
the pair of drop-dead-sexy men who had been starring in her
fantasies for the better part of a year. Lexi couldn't shake her
attraction to Tom and Frank. Even learning they were closer than
best friends when she'd designed their Christmas gifts hadn't put a
damper on her raging lust for them. Oddly enough, it had only
intensified her desire, especially once she'd confirmed the rumors
about their bisexuality. With that bit of information, the sexy
scenarios filling her mind knew no end.

Tom oozed testosterone with his muscled frame
and badass reputation. He had that boyish grin that made her
insides melt and always teased and flirted with her whenever they
ran into one another around the gym or the downtown
area.

Despite that broad grin he wore, she'd spotted
the lonely, haunted look in his deep brown eyes. He tried to hide
it and seemed to be successful with most people but he didn't fool
her. It was easily recognizable. In some ways, she felt they were
kindred spirits. She suspected their childhoods were
similar.

Tom's experiences at war, of course, set him
apart. She wondered if that was why he'd taken up cage fighting as
a career after leaving the Army. Some part of him reveled in the
animalistic, primal experience of beating another man to a pulp. He
was probably channeling some unhealthy feelings into those
beat-downs that had earned him fame and fortune.

Frank, on the other hand, was the epitome of
sophisticated sexiness. Her insides wobbled like JELL-O whenever he
smiled at her. Sometimes he'd stand so close she could feel his
body heat penetrating her skin. That cologne he wore, a deliciously
heady mix of cedar and sandalwood, would infiltrate her nose and
leave her dizzy with lust. He often spoke in this commanding,
assured tone that made her knees weak. She wondered sometimes if he
understood the effect he had on her.

Where Tom had made his name embracing all
things primitive and male, Frank had gone after a MBA and parlayed
his part-time personal training into a gym franchise that now
spanned the Southwest. Partnering with Tom in his early days of
mixed-martial arts fighting had given Frank's gym and trainers much
needed publicity. Together, the two had created a massively
successful exercise and supplement empire.

As a small but
growing business owner, Lexi truly admired their work ethic. As a
young and unattached woman, she really,
really
admired their hot
bodies.

But that was foolishness in the extreme. In
the early days of her gym membership, she'd spied the kinds of
women both men dated. Needless to say, she didn't share many traits
with those girls. They were leggy bombshells. Lexi couldn't compete
with that so she'd simply resigned herself to flirtatious exchanges
with Frank and Tom. It wasn't what she wanted but she'd long ago
learned to be content with what she could get.

As she entered the women's locker room, she
toyed with the idea of hitting up her favorite bakery for some of
those Italian cream cake bites she loved so much. If she was going
to spend the evening on the couch alone, it seemed only right to
treat herself.

Her dirty towel found its way into the bin
near the door. Never one to shower in the locker rooms, she headed
straight for her locker to grab her things. She approached her
metal cabinet and spun the dial on the gym provided lock. The
mechanism always fought her so it took a little shaking and tugging
to get the lock to pop free.