Working It All Out

Dena
Garson

When Angie needs a trainer to prepare for a corporate
fundraiser, Noel comes highly recommended. No one told her he’s sexy as hell
too. Unfortunately, he’s way too young. He couldn’t possibly share the same
clothes-ripping, fucking-on-the-gym-floor fantasies that inundate her every
time she looks his way. Or so she thinks.

Noel has other ideas. When they get the gym to themselves
for an intense one-on-one, he gives her the workout she’s been waiting for.

A
Romantica®
cougar erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

“Come on, Angie. Just one more.” Noel Coffield’s deep,
smooth voice was both encouraging and distracting.

I was torn between calling him a sadistic bastard and
licking a trail from his Adam’s apple to his bellybutton and maybe even lower.
At the moment, “sadistic bastard” was winning so I thought it best to keep my
opinion to myself.

Every muscle in my arms cried out in protest as I pushed
against the seemingly unmovable weight centered over me. At least I had
something yummy to look at as I was tortured. Noel stood nearby and if I turned
my head just a bit I could see the well-defined muscles along his chest and abs
through his fitted shirt.

From where I lay it wasn’t safe to look lower. Even if he
didn’t catch me looking, as fair-skinned as I am I would have turned six shades
of pink with one glance. Then he would have known exactly what I had been
looking at, not to mention thinking about. And
that
would have been more
embarrassing than I could live with for the next couple weeks.

Noel had been the object of my fantasies for several months.
As soon as I joined J&N’s Gym on the recommendation of a friend, I fell in
lust with Noel. The same friend talked Noel into coaching me as I trained to
run in a corporate fundraiser. Not being a big fitness buff, and having had my
forty-fifth birthday, I don’t know why I agreed to do the fundraiser much less
to allow Noel to coach me. Soon we were spending three evenings a week together
in one-on-one sessions and my wayward thoughts were getting harder to control.

During one of the sessions we went for a run around the city
park. Instead of watching for unsavory characters lurking in the shadows as all
safety training tells you, I started fantasizing about me and Noel up against a
tree in a hidden grove. I was so lost in the thought I almost ran over two
other joggers using the running path. Thankfully Noel steered me away before I
did any damage, but he probably thought I was some kind of nitwit for not
paying attention to where I was going.

It was his fault I was so distracted. For weeks his touches
had been lingering a little longer and it seemed as if he was standing a little
closer each day. By the time I got home I tingled everywhere he had brushed
against me. I kept telling myself that he was too young for me and he couldn’t
possibly be interested. That didn’t stop my traitorous body from responding.

The good thing about my fascination with him was that it
kept me from thinking about how tired and sore my muscles were when I got home.

“Did you finish that set already?”

“Huh?” I realized I had gotten lost in my thoughts once
again and was just sitting there with the bar in the upright position. “Oh
yeah.” I let the bar down easy then quickly sat up to cover up my distraction.
“That’s all of them.”

Noel didn’t look like he believed me but didn’t say
anything.

“Let’s try something new tonight to mix it up a little.”

“That would be great,” I said with forced excitement.
Although learning a new exercise should keep my thoughts from straying. I
hoped, anyway, as I followed him toward one of the back rooms.

The clock above the doorway we passed through indicated it
was after seven. J&N’s was a small facility and had somewhat limited
equipment. Whenever Noel scheduled me to use the weights and machines I liked
to come in late. It meant no waits and fewer people around to see how inept I
was.

“Here we are.” Noel indicated the monstrosity of cables,
handles, weights and bars in the center of the room.

I imagined getting tangled up in some of the cables and
hanging myself. Panic must have shown on my face.

“It’s not complicated once you figure out how to attach the
parts,” Noel quickly assured me. He squatted next to one of the lower sections
and attached a flexible handle to a cable. It looked as if he’d adjusted the
weight before pulling on one of the handles to try it.

Seemingly satisfied with how it was working, he motioned me
over. “Come stand here and I’ll show you how this works.”

Noel was always quite thorough in his instruction of how to
do an exercise and even took the time to explain what muscles it would work and
what it would do for me. Unfortunately he went through those details while
wrapping the flexible handle around my ankle. As he spoke it felt as if he were
stroking my ankle and calf. I didn’t hear a damn thing he told me to do. All I
could think about was the warmth that crept up my leg from where he was
touching me.

I’m pretty sure I nodded in agreement and made the
appropriate “I understand” noises. He patted my foot then moved out of the way
so I could begin. Somehow I fumbled around enough to make the thing work only
to be rewarded by having Noel kneel at my feet once more and attach the handle
to the other ankle. That too was followed by a light stroke up my calf. Now
both
legs were warm and tingly.

Not distracting at all, I told myself.

Noel continued to show me several other exercises I could do
just by moving the parts and adjusting a lever or two. After the fifth or sixth
variation I had the distinct impression that something was different about our
session. Each exercise required him to be more hands-on. Or at least it seemed
that way.

I argued with myself over whether I was imagining the
lingering touches. Eventually I was just too addled to think straight and still
maintain a calm front.

No matter what all the self-help books say about positive
thinking, I couldn’t figure out why he would be interested in me. Noel, the
yummy stud-muffin, probably had women throwing themselves at him on a daily
basis. While I never considered myself ugly, I was never model material. Since
my divorce, I made an effort to stay active and regain some of my sagging
confidence. I was determined that fantasies of Noel were not going to make a
fool of me by reading more into his attentions than was really there.

It seemed, however, that when Noel was nearby, not only did
my ability to concentrate go out the window, but it took all of my coordination
with it. As I tried to follow his instructions for using a different section of
the equipment, I turned too fast to ask a question and tripped over one of
bars. Luckily I fell against Noel instead of face-first into the machine.

It was like a scene right out of a movie. We just stared at
each other. I couldn’t think of anything except that I wished he would kiss me.

Then he did!

And was it ever good. His lips gently teased the edges of
mine until I sank further against his rock-hard body. Then he swept in with a
surprising and almost overwhelming intensity. Despite having worked out with
me, he smelled clean with faint traces of soap or aftershave. But every bit of
him smelled like man. It was amazing how right his body felt pressed against
mine.

Somehow I contained my whimper of protest when we mutually
pulled away from the kiss. I brushed my hair with my hands, trying for some
semblance of order. My ego preened when I saw that he needed a moment to
compose himself as well.

Neither of us said anything about the kiss but the sexual
tension in the air was tangible for the rest of the workout. As I finished the
last set of exercises Noel’s business partner Justin came in.

“Hey, Noel, my last client called to cancel so I’m going to
head out.” He glanced back and forth between us. “You’re the last ones here, so
do you mind locking up when you’re finished?”

“Sure, that’s not a problem.”

“Thanks, man. Julie will be thrilled that I’m home early
enough to help with the baby before dinner.”

I turned my face away to avoid looking at either Noel or
Justin. I didn’t want either of them to see the blatant lust I was sure was
evident in my expression. The prospect of being left alone with Noel after that
sizzling kiss was more than I could wish for. Part of me was afraid he wouldn’t
kiss me again. The other part was terrified he would and I’d just throw him on
the ground and have my wicked way with him.

“Angie, will you excuse me for a moment?” I risked looking
in Noel’s direction as he continued, “I need to ask Justin about something
before he goes.”

“Sure, go right ahead.”

I watched Noel follow Justin out of the room. As much as I
enjoyed looking at his broad shoulders, he did have a nice ass. And the knit
shorts he seemed to prefer showcased every muscled ridge. Taking a few deep
breaths to calm myself, I reminded myself that he was way too young.

Putting away some of the equipment we had been using earlier
gave me something to focus on. Visions of Noel taking me from behind over one
of the benches swam through my mind. Those images quickly merged into new ones
of him burying his face between my legs as I lay sprawled out on the mat. Those
were almost my undoing. I felt flushed and it had absolutely nothing to do with
the workout.

“Sorry about the interruption.”

Noel’s voice jolted me from my thoughts. I looked up into
the wall of mirrors and saw Noel standing behind me. “That’s okay.”

Our eyes met and held in the mirror. He stepped closer and
gently ran one hand across my shoulder and down to my hip. I knew at a glance
that he would stop if I asked him. At that moment I couldn’t have told him to
stop if my life depended on it.

I turned around so I could face him. His lips were all I
could think about. I wanted to feel them on mine. On me. The look in his eyes
reassured me that I wasn’t the only one who felt this way. I stepped closer and
ran my hands up his ribs and across his well-defined chest. The chest I had
dreamed of licking a variety of things off. I held his gaze as I lifted up on
my toes and pressed my lips against his.

He immediately took control of the kiss. I closed my eyes
and let myself drown in sensations. His tongue tickled the tip of mine, coaxing
me to step further into the fire. His hand slipped down my spine to cup my ass
and he pulled me even closer against him. The heat from his body radiated
through the thin layers of cotton and spandex between us. Even that small
amount of clothing was too much. I wanted to feel everything—his entire body
pressed against mine.

Without breaking the kiss, Noel nudged me backward with his
body. Despite my inability to think of anything other than his hands and his
lips, I knew he was moving us to a better spot. In just a few steps I felt one
of the benches behind my knees.

“Sit,” he commanded.

Not sure my knees could hold me upright anyway, I complied.
Fortunately, when I did, his crotch was at eye level. The knit of his shorts,
now pulled tight, did nothing to hide his erection. I licked my lips and slowly
raised my eyes to his, wondering what he had in mind.

“As much as I want your lips wrapped around my cock, I want
to taste you. I’ve wanted to for weeks now.”

It was thrilling to know I hadn’t been alone in my desire.

He knelt on the floor in front of me and slid his hands from
my waist down toward my feet. He pulled one foot up then the other so he could
slip my shoes and socks off. I was somewhat self-conscious about what they
smelled like after my workout but gave up and let him do as he pleased.

He held my gaze as he ran his tongue from my heel to the
space between my first two toes. Then he repeated the same motions on the other
foot. My toes curled and a shiver ran through me at how erotic that single act
felt. I anticipated what he would do next.

He made his way slowly from my ankles to my thighs with his
fingers and lips. When he reached the tops of my thighs he tormented me by
spreading my legs and brushing his cheek against my still-covered crotch. My
breath caught in my throat at the contact but he continued his upward
onslaught.

Next he slid my t-shirt up and ran his tongue around my
bellybutton. He lingered for a moment, looking at the belly ring I usually kept
covered. Very few people knew about my post-divorce fit of rebellion.

“Nice,” he concluded. Before I could respond, he swept back
in to jiggle the ring with his tongue and I forgot what I was going to say.
Goose bumps spread from the center of my body down all four limbs.

My breasts were the next in line for his attentions.
Thankfully he was able to pull my shirt and sports bra off with little effort.
I squirmed on the bench as his lips and tongue began exploring. When he kissed
his way up to my neck, my sensitive nipples brushed against his still-covered
chest and I wanted to cry out in frustration.

“We can’t—” Oh God, he was unbelievably good at this.

“Yes, we can,” Noel whispered in my ear.

He’d kissed and licked his way from my knees to my ears and
was killing me with anticipation because he skipped a couple of places that
were crying out for attention.

“What if—” I groaned as he found yet another sensitive spot.
“What if someone comes in?” I wasn’t sure how I managed to form a coherent
sentence while he traced the edge of my earlobe with his tongue.

“No one will come in,” he murmured against my lips. “I locked
the front door after Justin left.”

My head spun in anticipation. I slid my knee up and wrapped
it around his hip, putting his erection closer to the place I wanted it most.
Good thing we both still had our shorts on. It was almost embarrassing how wet
I already was.

We groaned in unison and his hips ground against mine. I was
close enough to the edge that one more brush against my clit would probably
send me into oblivion, but I didn’t want to go without him.

Caught off guard by an unpleasant thought, I pulled away
from Noel’s kiss.

“Noel,” I began hesitantly. “I hope this isn’t something
that happens to you every week.” Looking into his eyes, I needed to make him
understand what I was saying. “Because I don’t make it a habit of throwing
myself at the nearest available guy.”

At first he seemed confused and it was nice to know he was
as caught up in the moment as I had been. Then he seemed to realize what I was
asking. “No,” he assured me. “I don’t make it a habit of seducing clients on
the gym floor. Or anywhere at work for that matter.”

“Okay. Well, good,” I stammered. “I just wanted to check.”

“Glad we settled that.” He smiled then asked, “Can I go back
to kissing you now?”

“Yes.” I chuckled. “Definitely back to the kissing.”

It was delightfully apparent that my interruption hadn’t
killed his mood. Noel pulled me to the edge of the bench, fitted himself snugly
between my legs and began kissing me with renewed fervor.

Before I let myself get drugged from the sensations he was
creating, I wanted to get a good look at and maybe even a taste of Noel. I
pushed against his chest until he leaned back enough so I could stand. Once I
stepped away from the bench I reached down to help him up from the floor. He
seemed content to let me do as I pleased for now but I doubted that would last
long.

I ran both hands down his chest and abs, anxious to see what
was underneath his shirt. With a little help from him, I had his shirt off and
was staring at his muscled chest. It was almost overwhelming trying to decide
where to start exploring.

Noel gripped my hips and practically growled, “If you keep
looking at me like that, your panties will be ripped off and you’ll be on your
back before you can blink.”

Unsure what he was talking about, I dragged my gaze away
from the delicious sight of his bare chest. “How was I looking at you?”

“Like you wanted to lick me all over.”

“But I do,” I confessed. “I just can’t decide where to
start.”

Noel growled again.

Trying to soothe him, I ran my hands across the wide expanse
of his chest, down his ripped abs then back up again before pressing a kiss
against the center of his chest. That was as good a place to start as any. I
ran my tongue over his breastbone and tasted the lingering saltiness from our
earlier workout. With my tongue, I traced the lines of his chest muscles until
I had made my way to one nipple. His breath quickened as I suckled and lavished
attention on his hard little buds.

Meanwhile I let my fingers roam across the planes of his
chest, his abs and down to his nearly rock-hard erection. When I slipped my
hand inside his briefs and palmed his cock, it jerked in response. I stroked
his smooth hardness from top to bottom then gently fondled the sac before
easing my hand out.

With a particular destination in mind, I kissed and licked
my way down his belly. It took very little effort to slide his shorts and
briefs over his hips and to let them drop at his feet. As I knelt in front of
him I looked up to see him watching me intently, his hands fisted at his sides
as if he were barely maintaining his control. I held his gaze as I reached for
his penis and licked the pre-cum from the tip.

The salty tang of him coated my tongue as I traced circles
around the head before taking him completely into my mouth. He only let me make
three or four passes before pulling back. His jaw was clenched as he reached
down and helped me stand.

“I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” he growled
softly before capturing my lips once again in a searing kiss. Just when I
thought I would go up in flames, Noel pulled back and looked down to where our
bodies touched. “You have entirely too many clothes on.”

He was quick to remedy that problem and soon I was standing
skin-to-skin against him. The heat rolled off his body, engulfing me from head
to toe. Noel continued his onslaught by ravishing my mouth once more while his
very talented fingers made their way from my breast to my now-drenched pussy.

It didn’t take long before I was hanging on the edge of
oblivion. Noel knew exactly when to slow my ascent, making me want him more.
Finally he dropped to his knees and pulled one of my legs over his shoulder so
he could have full access to my core. The leg I was standing on nearly gave way
when he spread my pussy lips and thumbed my clit. Noel certainly knew how to
lick and suckle in all the right places. Before I knew it, my legs began to
tremble and I was crying out my release.

Thankfully Noel caught me when my legs gave out so I didn’t
collapse into a heap on the mat. Even after that mind-blowing orgasm, I still
wanted to feel him inside me.

“Please tell me that you have a condom somewhere nearby,” I
said between pants.

“Shit.” He jumped up and ran toward the back office. “Don’t
go anywhere,” he shouted over his shoulder.

As if.

I heard the sound of a package ripping as he all but ran
back to me. By then I’d recovered enough to sit up, so I held out my hand for
the condom. “Can I do that?” I asked, anxious for a reason to touch him.

“I’m not sure I could do it right now anyway,” he said with
a laugh as he dropped the package into my hand.

I smiled what I knew must be a very satisfied, feline smile
and quickly rolled the thin membrane into place. Just to make sure he was still
in the game, I took his now-encased cock into my mouth, paying extra attention
to the sensitive underside with my tongue.

“Dammit, you are good at that,” he whispered harshly as he
pulled his cock out. He dropped to the floor and kissed me thoroughly once
more. “But that’s not how I wanted to finish this.”

He pressed me back onto the mat, keeping most of his weight
off as his fingers worked my still-drenched clit into another frenzy.

“Please, Noel—” I wanted to beg him to finish what he had
started again.

“God, I hope you’re close,” he rasped into my ear as he
shifted position so his cock was pointed at the entrance of my pussy. “Because
I can’t wait anymore.”

Finally he was filling me. Instinctively I wrapped my legs
around his hips, drawing him even farther inside. The solid feel of his chest
rubbing against my breasts as he moved in and out was more than I could take.
The familiar rush of orgasm flooded my senses and I arched farther into Noel’s
embrace.

My release must have triggered his because next thing I knew
his head was resting on my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath. I’m
not sure how long we lay there but he didn’t seem to be in a big hurry to move.
I certainly wasn’t. Eventually the pounding of both of our hearts slowed to a
normal pace and Noel shifted his weight off to one side.

“Sorry. I hope I wasn’t smashing you.”

“No, you weren’t.” A tremor ran through me, making me
shiver.

“Are you cold?” He sat up and looked around the room. “I can
grab your shirt if you need it.”

I smiled at his show of concern or perhaps his display of
nerves. I wasn’t sure which it was. “I’m fine, really. I think it was just
aftershocks.”

He smiled then rolled over so he was lying over most of me,
enveloping me in his warmth again. “That was a pretty good one, wasn’t it?”

“Hmmm,” I purred my agreement. “Yes, it was.”

“This floor isn’t very comfortable.” Noel lifted his head
and looked around the room at our surroundings. “But the mirrors add a nice
touch now that I think about it.” When he looked back down at me, he had a
cheesy leer on his face.

Laughter bubbled up and made me realize how much I missed
having that special connection with a man.

He kissed me quickly on the mouth, making a loud smacking
sound. “I need to dispose of this.” He looked down at the condom. “Why don’t
you find all of our clothes and we’ll go get something to eat.”

“Uh…not to complain, but a shower would be nice,” I added
hesitantly, unsure what he had in mind for the rest of the night. Was this just
a nice interlude for him and it would never happen again? Or was it too much to
hope that he wanted to see me again? Outside of the gym, that is.

He stood then reached down to help me up as well. He pulled
me into his arms and began nibbling on my neck, making my legs go weak once
more. “I was thinking we could grab some takeout and eat it at my place. We
could take a shower or a bath there.” He pulled back where I could see his
playful grin. “Or both if you don’t have to be up early tomorrow.”

I smiled in anticipation of the possibilities. “I think I
could go in to work a little late tomorrow.”