TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST Jacklyn Rogers (free children's online books .TXT) 📖

regimen and began to gather up my things so that I could leave. As I bent over to grab one of my 10-lb dumbbells, I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around my torso, tugging me up towards the rock-solid body attached to it. Justin leaned into me and nuzzled his stubbled chin against the curve of my neck as he began to massage my right breast through my sports bra. He slowly began nibbling a sensitive spot on my neck as one of his hands made their way between my legs, causing me to let out a slow moan. Grinning, I reached back and circled my arm around to run my fingers through his sweat laced sandy brown hair. Instantly, I was whipped around to face him. A predatory grin swept across lips. "You know, you can't be bent over like that in front of me, baby." He growled. "Seeing you like that makes me think really dirty thoughts about what I want to do to that tight little ass of yours." I giggled as his big hand gave my ass a rough squeeze. I placed my hand on his chest and smoothly pushed the burly muscle man away.

"Justin..." I purred, "we don't have time to play today. You have a plane to catch in like two hours, and I'm pretty sure what you have in mind will no doubt take more time than you have to make your flight." His lips curled up as he stared hungrily at my now hardened nipples that were making themselves quite visible from beneath my Lycra top. By the decent-sized bulge forming beneath his grey shorts, it was quite apparent that he wanted to continue our little tryst.

"C'mon babe, you got me all hot and bothered. We don't even need to do it in the bedroom right here is just fine."

"No, Justin. You have a plane to catch, remember."

"Yeah, so?"

"So? If I know you, you probably haven't even packed your shit yet. So that means you still need to do that and manage to get to the airport, which may I remind you that you live at least twenty minutes away. There's no time."

He grabbed my hand, a little too rough for my liking, and placed it on his crotch. Slowly he maneuvered my hand in a slow stroke against his hardened member as he closed his eyes and let out a moan.

"Fine. If you won't let me fuck you, then can you at least help me take care of this? I mean, it is your fault; the least you can do is finish me off."

"No, Justin."

He continued to keep my hand in his tight grip as he massaged his engorged member.

"Look, Sammie, I'm not asking for much. Just a few minutes of your time. I'm already hard and ready. All I'm asking is for you is to use that pretty little mouth of yours to suck me off. You can even do it while I'm in the shower. Then it's like killing two birds with one stone baby. Don't you want to make your man happy before he goes away for a few days? Hmm?"

He leaned over and began suckling on the sensitive spot above my collar bone, eliciting a moan from me.

Damn me and my weaknesses.

This was so not the reaction I had wanted to give him.

Despite how seriously turned on, I was becoming, now wasn't the time for foreplay. And honestly, I wasn't entirely in the mood. For some reason, Justin’s rather assertive behavior really irritated me today. Sticking to my guns and using the fact that he had a flight to catch was the easiest way for me to get out of it.

"Look, Justin, I'm sorry you're sporting a raging hard-on at the moment but now is not the time for this. It would be best if you got ready to go. You have a flight to catch, and you know how pissed off your manager will be if you miss it. So I suggest you find a way to handle it yourself. You're a big boy; I'm sure you'll figure out a way."

Justin looked deep into my eyes, almost as if he were trying to will me to cave into his advances, but I held my ground and crossed my arms over my chest between us. Knowing how stubborn I can be, Justin finally conceded. "Fine, suit yourself, babe, but you know you're gonna miss this." He pointed to the hard bulge beneath his shorts. With a dejected shrug of his shoulders, he stalked off to his bedroom for a quick shower. I knew he was pissed because I heard the bedroom door slam shut. Oh well, he's a big boy; he can handle a little rejection now and then.

 I, of course, treated his exit as an opportunity to make my escape.

As I got in my car, I leaned back against the black leather headrest and exhaled. Maybe it was time to have another talk with Justin and remind him of the rules of our non-relationship. Lately, he'd been a little more aggressive with his advances than I'd like. Sex was OK, but that's all it was – sex. Hot and sweaty sex, to be more precise but, that was all I wanted from him.

Total role reversal, I know, but I just don't feel that spark, you know. The feeling that makes you want to be with that special person totally and no one else didn't exist between Justin and me.

I decided to have a talk about our non-relationship with Justin when he got back from his trip. No sense in causing unnecessary drama before he left for the weekend.

Our conversation would either go very well, or I may have to end up referring Justin to another therapist for the duration of his therapy. Losing him as a client would suck because, again, while the job and the sex