Chapter Four

Triston barreled down the hallway, his sneakers squeaking on the clean floor. Lillian coughed from the smoke invading her lungs. Her body bouncing underneath her robe as she was carried out to safety. Triston’s nervousness was emanating off of him, causing her heart to race faster.

Entering the lobby, he set her down. Her bare feet touching the cold tile, Lillian tightened the soft cotton around her. She felt very exposed in front of all the people exiting the gym, and the first responders running past her towards the commotion.

Tobias was by the front desk, speaking quickly with a fireman. Lillian couldn’t help but wonder if the man was capable of talking slowly. She watched as Triston approached his father, placing his hand on the back of his suit jacket. Listening to the men, then glancing at his father’s back, Triston realized he had left a large oiled handprint on the beige coat. He slid his hand across his shirt and continued questioning.

Lillian chuckled, staring at the stain on Tobias’s jacket, but quickly scowled thinking of the untimely interruption. Tobias glanced at his son, without pausing for breath, noticed his unusual appearance, and gave him a sideways look. Triston must have mentioned Lillian, because Tobias then turned toward her.

“Miss Reed!” he shouted over the chaos.

Tobias hurried in her direction, Triston followed closely at his heels. A look of dread and embarrassment consumed his face. Lillian softened her expression and smiled at them both.

“I apologize for all of this,” Tobias said, “It seems we have a construction issue in the spa locker room. It is so nice to see you, I am sorry for your interrupted service.”

“Me too,” Lillian said softly, “I was really enjoying all of it.”

Lillian glanced at Triston, but he was busy trying to peel his shirt away from his skin. She stifled a giggle and looked down at her bare feet.

“I am assuming the fire is under control?” she asked.

“Oh yes, the emergency crew has informed me it was minimal damage,” Tobias said.

Lillian crossed her arms tightly over the robe, leaning in to whisper. “May I please go and collect my clothes?”

Tobias looked at her in shock, then realized her current state. With all the excitement, her standing barefoot in a robe did not seem out of place to the kind man.

“Of course,” he started, but turned around awkwardly, “actually, I am not sure. I would have to check.”

Tobias searched the room anxiously, “Andy!” he yelled, “Take Miss Reed to my office, and Triston see if you can collect her things.”

Triston put his hand on his dad’s shoulder, leaving another greasy print.

“She can wait in my office Pop,” he said, looking up at her.

“Yes, that’s a better idea, all these people will probably need to meet with me I imagine,” Tobias spun around and continued talking to the lobby. His animated movements were rapid with all the bustle.

Andy was waiting politely next to them, preventing Triston from speaking to her openly.

“Right this way Miss Reed,” Andy motioned to the hallway.

“Before we go, I’d love a comment card,” Lillian smiled coyly at the young employee.

Triston scowled at them and ran off toward the firemen, continuing to tug at his shirt.



Triston’s office was on the second floor. Andy was kind enough to give her some slippers out of the familiar storage room. Glancing inside her face flushed. The aching inside her returned, made worse by her lubricated legs rubbing together with each step.

Reaching Triston’s office, Andy opened the door with a key card and stepped aside. “If you need anything while you are waiting, press the front desk button on the intercom.”

She thanked him and he raced back downstairs.

Lillian walked around the large room slowly. There was a wall of glass overlooking the open gym. She stood back far enough to not be noticed by the busy people below. As she watched she realized the window was actually a one way mirror, the same mirrored wall that she stared at while working out. At this vantage point, she could see the entire gym easily.

Remembering how Triston mentioned he was watching her nightly, she stepped closer. Her breath left light condensation that fogged the glass.

Lillian sighed and turned to his desk. It was organized neatly, his laptop, name plate and pens all placed with precision. There was a small screen on the far right that showed the security camera footage. It was cycling through the different views after a few seconds. Every inch of the hallways and facility was looping in front of her. Even the pool.

That explains his stealthy entrances, she thought.

Moving closer to the back wall, there were shelves very similar to her own office. Pictures of Triston with Tobias, smiling at their grand opening, newspaper clippings, fitness awards, and various certificates for physical training and nutrition. There were also race bibs framed and placed in order on display.

Lillian was about to turn and take a seat in one of his chairs on the other side of his desk, when something caught her eye. In the far corner of the room was an open door, the light was on inside and a large shelf sat in view. Lillian figured it was his private restroom, but what was on the shelf is what peaked her interest. She made her way to the open door.

The book shelf was large, the bottom row had shirts and shorts neatly folded. There were two pairs of sneakers, and an open hole for laundry. The middle shelf had more pictures, mostly of Triston competing in marathons and weight lifting.

The top shelf made Lillian’s eyes widen. Tucked away in the far left corner were all the books on her yellow note. Even the post-it was stuck to the side of the wooden case. There were a few others she hadn’t suggested. Reaching up, Lillian ran her hand along the spine of each novel. Her hand stopped on the last one, laying down out of view. Something was shoved in between the pages, so she slid the book closer to inspect it.

The cover of Haunt Me Only was staring back at her. The novel was bookmarked with her scarlet lace thong she had given Triston the evening before. He had used the fabric to mark his place, and gently wrap around the book.

She sucked air quickly between her teeth, thinking about him reading while holding her panties. Lillian’s body was still covered in oil, and the throbbing need could not be ignored any longer.

She marched over to Triston’s desk, still clutching the novel in her hand. She slapped the book on the desk, and sat down hard in his oversized chair. Pulling her robe open, exposing her chest rapidly moving from excitement. She placed her hand between her legs and searched herself for release.

Working her hands steadily she closed her eyes, imagining Triston and his hard cock, reading the dirty book with her thong between his strong fingers. She slipped her own digits inside herself and felt the heat spread on the back of her neck. She was still extremely slippery from earlier. She lifted a leg to the edge of his desk, allowing her more freedom to move. So close to orgasm, her breath was a frantic pattern.

The key card beeped and the office door handle turned, causing Lillian’s eyes to flutter open. She didn’t bother stopping, she continued, determined to come. Triston walked through the doorway, and stopped mid stride. His shocked expression only made her hand work faster, she was clutching the arm of the chair, her chin lifting up toward the ceiling.

He slammed the door behind him and leapt toward the table. In a blind rage of desire he took his massive arms and swept them across the front of his desk, sending everything onto the carpeted floor. He hurled his legs over pushing Lillian’s raised limb to the floor, grabbing the cotton robe with both hands. Pulling Lillian to her feet.

Her hand was pushed away, and she groaned with disappointment. Before she could complain, his pants were off, his shoes disappeared. He swung her around with his strength and used the robe to lift her body on the table.

Letting go of her to grab his own shirt, and tearing it open like a sex crazed superhero.

She was sprawled on the wooden desk, as he jumped on top of her shaking body. Grabbing her nipples and running his mouth across her chest. Gracing each tit with his tongue, sucking and biting her pink skin.

She parted her legs, and could feel him twitching against her inner thigh.

“I don’t know if I can wait any longer,” she moaned, pulling his hair.

He fought her, keeping his face buried into her cleavage. He kissed her skin and mumbled into her, causing a tickle down the length of her spine.

He traveled quickly to the nape of her neck, licking a hard trail and making Lillian squirm under his weight.

“Miss Lilly,” he whispered in her ear, the hair on her neck stood instantly, “may I kiss you now?”

Lillian turned to meet his eyes. “Fuck yes.”

Triston smiled gazing at her mouth, then advanced eagerly into her. The rush of ecstasy made her spin, as she finally felt the soft sensation of his lips against her own. He passionately pressed his mouth against her, then slid his tongue inside. Lillian followed his sensual movements, biting him and wrapping her arms around his neck to pull her closer. She moaned into his mouth, tasting his lips at last.

“Miss Lilly,” he started.

“For fucks sake, give it to me!” She interrupted him, digging her nails into his shoulders and lifting her pelvis against his length.

Triston grabbed his cock in his hand, and brought it to her opening, rubbing the tip of his shaft against the entry. He circled it slowly, stroking himself as he shifted his legs to gain leverage.

He lifted his body and spread her legs open, and she watched as he buried his cock into her, the sudden presence filling her up instantly.

Lillian came hard on impact. She shuddered, her body arching, legs clamped around Triston’s hips.

“Bad girl,” he grunted as he thrusted into her.

“I can’t stop myself again,” she moaned. The waves of passion crashed over her.

Grabbing her shaking legs and forcing them apart, he ran his hands up her thighs, and pulled her ass closer to him. He pressed harder.

“You better let me work for the next one,” he muttered over the smack of his hips on her wet skin.

Lillian arched her back to flow with his rhythm, grabbing both sides of the desk underneath her. Triston pummeled into her. Still inside, he grabbed both her calves together and swung them over to the right. Her ankles resting on his chest. Lillian squeezed her inner muscles against him, her legs creating a grip tight against his girth.

“I am going to take my time fucking you,” he whispered, “I have been watching you all week.”

Lillian ran her hand across her chest, grabbing at each bouncing nipple and tugging at them.

“I like your bookmark,” she said, looking over to the novel on the floor.

He bit her ankle and pressed his hips into her. “You are snooping in my office?”

Triston lifted her with one hand and smacked her ass hard with the other.

Lillian bit her lip and attempted to speak, but the pressure inside of her was overwhelming. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, about to fall over the edge again.

Triston pulled out slowly, allowing Lillian to feel every inch of his cock. Her pussy read him like braille. She moaned as he escaped her, then gasped when he invaded her again. She was trying desperately to not roll her eyes to the back of her head. The slow torment was more than she could bear.

Lillian sat up on the next exit, and removed her arms from the cotton robe. She let her hands fall above her head, and felt like a mermaid with her legs crossed over Triston’s shoulders. He was watching her, his teeth biting at his bottom lip. She tightened her muscles and felt herself creep towards orgasm once more.

Triston sensed her climax and pulled away, smiling like a bad joke.

“That is not right,” she groaned, her hands reaching to her center, trying to complete his task. Triston grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to her sides.

“You are easily excited aren’t you Miss Lilly?”

“I think it's fair to say we’ve had a few weeks of foreplay,” she pouted.

“That was practice,” he grunted, as he dismounted the desk and stood looking over her. He stroked himself, his cock sliding in his large hand beckoned her.

Triston grabbed the robe and pulled it to the edge of the desk. Her body followed fluidly, her ass smacking into his dick. He opened her like an envelope again, and traced his fingers around her pulsating clit. He brought his thick staff back to her sex, with a leg over each shoulder, he buried himself eagerly.

“I think I’ve tormented you long enough,” he said, picking up his pace.

“Yes,” Lillian grabbed fistfulls of her own hair and tugged them wildly.

“Is this how you imagined me fucking you?” His voice was deep and breath labored.

“Oh yes,” she groaned, but could hardly get the words out with the collision of his pelvis.

She looked over at the two way mirror and grinned. “Is this where you watch me?”

Triston looked surprised at her question, but instead of answering, he just fucked her harder.

“Do you watch me workout from up here?” she continued, “what are you doing to yourself while you are watching Triston?”

He smirked at her, and continued his assault on her flesh. “What do you think I am doing?”

“I think you are stroking that big dick while reading my smutty books, maybe wrapping yourself in my undies.”

He smiled widely at her. “I like that thought.”

Triston grabbed her hips, the sweat building on his chest, making her legs slip up and down.

“I am going to come,” she panted out between thrusts.

“Come Miss Lilly, come all over me” he growled.

Her body felt electric, everything shook from the deep eruption inside her groin. Her sweet juices spread all over Triston, just as he requested. He watched her release her passion all over him as his cock reached further inside her, then pulled out before doing the same.

He fell forward on his palms, leaning over her on the desk. Both tried to catch their breath, but were left panting like animals.

Triston met her eyes with a smile. “Let me get a towel.”

Lillian watched him disappear through the open door, past the bookshelf, to his private bathroom.

As she waited for him to get back, she sat up, naked on his wooden desk. Her cunt swollen with excitement. She was still shaking, her skin ablaze.

She did not hear the beep as the key card opened the office door.

Triston walked through carelessly. He was fully clothed, his shirt sticking to his chest like glue. Greasy handprints covered the sides of his gray sweatpants. Her clothes from the spa room folded neatly in his hands. His shocked expression matched her own, and he dropped her belongings on the floor.

He lept at her just as he did before. His face had the same sexy expression. Lillian felt like she was in some kind of time warp, still too shocked to make a sound.

His shirt was stuck to his skin, but the shirt he had ripped off earlier lay dry on the floor to her right, she glanced at it, then back at her oiled lover. He came up to her, ignoring her obvious expression, and started pawing at her skin, lifting the white fabric off his frame and tossing it to the floor to join the other. He dove in to kiss her, and she put a hand to his slick chest.

Lillian almost fell off the desk in confusion. “How the fuck did you do that?”

Triston backed up, adjusting his uncomfortable stiffness tenting the fabric between his legs.

“Do what?” he said innocently. He grabbed her breast with one hand, and placed it in his mouth. He brought his other hand to her sensitive slit, rubbing back and forth slowly. She was trying to piece the puzzle together while he pressed on, escaping his clothes and exposing himself again. She was so taken back by his excitement, after seemingly expending all his energy just seconds ago.

“Again?” she asked, laughing nervously.

“You can not rub your body all over me like that and then deny me,” he whispered in her ear, “then lay naked waiting for me on my desk.”

He pulled her to the edge of the desk again and pushed his cock into her, forcing her backward.

Lillian’s eyes went wide in fear. “Triston what the fuck are you talking about?”

He was about to answer when another Triston walked back through the door from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. The two men’s eyes met in surprise. It was like looking at a funhouse mirror.

“What the fuck?” Lillian screamed.