Who's the Dirty One Now?

Hannah

“I should be making you two pay for this.” Jordan joked as he held up the small black leather book that held the check for our dinner.

“We didn’t do anything.” Parker laughed as he put his arm around the back of Lincoln’s chair and kissed his cheek.

“Spider-Man over there hustled me,” Jordan said grumpily.

“I didn’t completely hustle you. I slowed down near the top.” Lincoln shrugged with an indulgent smile.

“You also pretended you weren’t a climber,” Jordan arched an eyebrow in Linc’s direction.

“I didn’t pretend. You never asked.”

“Disadvantage, my ass,” Jordan grumbled.

“You probably would have caught me on the flat wall.” Lincoln nodded.

“Whatever. Next time we’ll put you on the angled wall.”

Parker looked over at me and winked. Jordan mentioning a next time sounded good. The four of us had a nice dynamic.

Parker and Lincoln were smartasses, and Jordan and I had fun setting them up for jokes. Overall, the conversation at dinner had flowed.

Jordan convinced Lincoln to try coming to classes with Parker. I wasn’t sure Mal would like having the four of us in a class together, but I honestly didn’t care.

She’d backed off, but I still wasn’t sure that I trusted her. I had a feeling she was a ticking time bomb. I hoped she didn’t explode in my direction.

“Are you still okay with coming back to my place?” Jordan whispered in my ear as his fingers caressed the skin just under the neckline of my shirt.

“My bag is already in your car.” I smiled and nodded.

“Just wanted to make sure,” he murmured along my neck.

“You’re not chickening out, are you?” I asked breathlessly.

“No way. Specs say it can hold up to 650 pounds.”

I bit my lip and tried to hold in my laughter. “You actually checked?”

“Don’t need to be explaining to the equipment supply place how I managed to break a rowing machine.” He laughed.

Heat flushed through my body as I thought about actually making my little fantasy come to life.

“Are you ready to get out of here?”

His fingers lightly tugged at my ponytail, and I nodded, trying to contain my blush. “Well, gentlemen. It’s been nice, but we’re ready to call it a night.”

“They're gonna go fuck,” Parker loudly whispered to Lincoln, obviously wanting us to hear him.

“And we’re not?” Lincoln whispered back, and I loved the blush that covered Parker’s cheeks.

“I’ll see you in class on Monday, Parker.” I smiled at how embarrassed Parker still looked from Lincoln’s comment.

“Me too. Hopefully, I can keep up with you two.” Lincoln laughed as he looked between Parker and me.

“You’ll be fine. Hannah can show you how to power walk,” Parker teased as he leaned into Lincoln’s embrace.

“Bite me.” I stuck my tongue out at Parker.

“That’s his job.” Parker nodded to Jordan, who was settling the check with the waitress. He had paid since Lincoln beat him up the wall by three moves.

It was close, but Linc was a much better climber than he had let on. Luckily, Jordan was mostly a good sport about it.

“You two behave.” I stood up from the table, and so did they, coming to give me hugs before we left.

“He’s perfect for you.”

Parker nodded at my whisper and smiled at me over Lincoln’s shoulder as he hugged me too.

“I had fun, Hannah. We need to do this again.”

“Now that he’s not hiding me anymore.” I laughed as I returned Lincoln’s hug.

“Eh... I kind of hogged most of his attention over the last few months.” Linc shrugged.

“I’ll forgive you.”

He kissed me on the cheek, and then they walked with me toward the hostess station where Jordan was waiting.

“Do we need to stop anywhere on the way home?” Jordan asked as he held my door open for me.

I shook my head. “No... I’m good. You trying to stall?”

“No,” he growled as he boxed me in against the open doorframe.

His lips came down on my neck hard, and he sucked and nipped a path to my ear. “I’m just afraid I’m never going to be able to get onto the rower again without a fucking hard-on.”

“That might make things awkward.” I laughed, and he placed his hand on the back of my head, cutting it off with his persistent lips.

He helped me into my seat and then broke all kinds of speed limits racing his Jeep back to his house.

As the garage door went down, he ripped off his seat belt and leaned over to release mine. I barely even got my door open before he was there, pulling me out and towing me into the house behind him.

He didn’t even bother turning on any lights as he headed straight for the basement stairs.

“Fuck. You were so hot on that wall tonight,” he growled as he leaned in to suck on my neck as we reached the bottom of the stairs. “It killed me that Javi was checking your ass out the whole time.”

His hands each grabbed a lower cheek, and he squeezed, pulling his pelvis flush with mine. He was rock solid.

I pulled at the hem of his shirt, and he quickly took it off before ripping mine over my head. He didn’t even hesitate as my sports bra followed, and he leaned forward to kiss his way down my chest.

I curled my leg around his thigh as he leaned me backward. He held me up with his body strength, and it was so hot how strong he really was. It definitely made things in the bedroom more exciting.

“Oh God,” I moaned loudly as he bit my nipples and slipped his hands down the back of my shorts.

My hand squeezed between us and pushed down the waistband of his shorts and briefs, grabbing hold of him. He pulsed in my hand as I stroked him in the small amount of space between us, and he groaned into my skin.

“Fuck. These need to go.” He pulled me forward, pushed at the waistband of my shorts, dragging them and my panties down my legs.

I held onto his shoulders as I pushed off my shoes and took off my socks. Jordan reached down and grabbed the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up and turning to cross the room.

I kissed his neck as he let go with one arm and pulled down his shorts and boxers.

“I’m gonna put you down for a sec,” he whispered as he took off his shorts and boxers over his shoes.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked as he stood there in front of me in the dark, wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers.

“Yeah... please?” I begged as I reached forward and grasped him.

“Fuck. You’re like a trainer’s naughty wet dream.”

“Not just a dream...” I murmured as I took another step forward and kissed his chest. My hand lay over his heart, and it was pounding underneath my palm.

“Sometimes I think you are,” he whispered as he cupped my cheek and tilted my head back. His kiss was gentler than I expected, but his eyes were excited when he pulled back.

“Just make sure to hold tight onto my shoulders.”

I nodded, and he sat down on the bench of the rower, leaning forward to strap his feet onto the footplates.

The urge to laugh was intense as I took in his long, chiseled, naked form, his generous erection jutting out from between his thighs.

This was either the best idea ever or the worst, and I was anxious to try it out.

“Hop on.” He held his hand out, and I carefully straddled his outstretched legs and placed both my hands on his shoulders.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as I lifted up, and he positioned his cock at my entrance, rubbing it against my slit as he leaned back slightly.

“God, Hannah,” he moaned as I slid all the way down his length and wrapped my legs around his back.

“Hold on tight.” His voice was rough as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he slid the seat of the rower forward.

As he moved, it drove his length further inside of me; his knees bent slightly behind my back.

“Goddamn,” he growled as he squeezed his arms around me and grabbed the handlebar.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in my ear, and I felt him throb inside of me as he blew out a harsh breath.

“Yes…” I moaned as his biceps flexed against the sides of my bare breasts.

“Don’t let go. Keep your thighs on top of mine and your feet up.”

I locked my ankles in the middle of his back and tucked my face next to his as my arms held on tightly.

“Ohhh…” I moaned as he slowly extended his legs backward. His muscular thighs flexed underneath me, and then they pushed me against his pelvis tighter as he bent them to slide forward.

He grunted as he pushed back with a little more force the second time, and the inertia pushed me further down his cock.

“You’re so hard,” I panted into his ear, and he flexed his legs again, propelling himself forward and then pushing back.

Each stroke, he pushed back harder, sending a jolt of heat through me every time he bottomed out inside of me.

The friction of him pushing me back into him with the movements of his legs was bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Knowing we were doing something naughty made me wetter than I had ever been.

When his legs pushed up behind me, I ground down onto him, and he softly grunted in my ear.

“Are you okay?” he panted as he paused on one of the forward strokes, and I nodded my head against the side of his face.

“Can I go faster?”

~Oh my God.~

“Yes,” I breathed out quietly on a moan.

“Don’t let go.”

My heart pounded against his chest as he picked up the pace, settling into a steady rhythm of push and pull.

I don’t know how he could stand to keep going as hard as he was, but after a half dozen more strokes, I sobbed into his neck as I clenched around him tightly.

“Oh my God... yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, and he paused briefly, letting me ride out my climax.

“Are you ready?” he asked in a low growl as I started to come down.

“Yes.” I tried to catch my breath as he pushed himself back into a quick pace of push and pull, the handle lightly pressing into my back with every backward stroke.

I kissed along the side of his neck and behind his ear, and he pushed his hips upward with every forward pull.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Jordan growled as he pushed himself harder, driving up into me. He pushed all the way forward, and I heard the handlebar snap against the metal as he let go of it.

“Bounce,” he instructed as he grasped the outside of my thighs and started to lift me on his lap. I held onto his shoulders and pushed myself down onto his lap as hard as I could as he lifted and dropped me.

“Fuck. Yes. Keep doing that.”

“Oh, God!” he roared as he pushed his hips up forcefully and held my hips flush with his. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, and my body clenched against his throbbing length as we both went over the edge.

“Holy shit.” His voice came out in harsh pants against the side of my face, both of us nearly out of breath.

“Are you okay?” I panted as I leaned back a little and stroked my hand down the side of his face.

“My legs burn, but God, was that worth it.” His eyes were a little glazed over but alight with mischief. There was a sheen of sweat on his temple, and his chest glistened with it as well.

“You’re a little naughty,” he laughed as he squeezed my hips.

“Why?” I felt a blush rise up my cheeks.

“How long have you been fantasizing about this?” he asked with a satisfied smirk.

“Uh…”

“This wasn’t just some whim,” he mused knowingly. “You came up with this pretty quickly tonight.”

My cheeks were on fire, and I tried to tuck my face into his neck.

“Uh-uh. Dirty girl. You need to tell me.”

“No,” I shook my head.

“Why not?” He smiled into my cheek.

“Because it’s embarrassing,” I moaned in a little whine.

“Tell me,” he growled as he ran his scruff against my neck.

“The first time I saw you on the rower,” I blurted, and he let out a deep, surprised burst of laughter.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” He sucked on my earlobe, and I shifted in his lap. “Can you stand?”

“I’m gonna make a mess,” I cringed.

“It’s fine,” he laughed as he lifted me up by my waist, and I dropped my feet to the ground. “This whole thing is going to need to be sanitized. A little cum won’t hurt anything.”

“Oh my God,” I giggled as I pulled my leg over him and stood up.

“I think it’s time for me to clean my little dirty girl up,” he laughed as he unstrapped his feet and climbed off beside me. He pulled off his shoes and arched his back, a loud pop sounding out.

“Did I break you?” I asked cautiously.

“Nah, I told you that it was worth it. Wonder how many watts I can build up next time. I should have tracked that,” he mused as he looked down at the little monitor. He hadn’t turned it on.

“I think I’ve created a dirty monster,” I laughed.

“The weight bench is next,” he nodded over at the inclined, padded bench.

“Who’s the dirty one now?”

He growled and leaned down, throwing me over his shoulder and walking towards the stairs. “Just be careful. We don’t need any stray feet kicking the goods.”

“Then put me down.” I giggled as he started climbing the stairs.

“Nope. This is faster.” His voice was light as he strode down the hallway and deposited me on the bathmat outside of his walk-in shower. “Let me get you clean real quick so I can get you dirty again.”

“You’re an animal.” I laughed, but I loved it.

“Rawr.”

His answering roguish grin made me laugh again as I backed into the warm stream of water.