Blind Landing (Flipped #1) by Carrie Aarons Page A

of solid ground beneath us only pushing us together more. His hands grip and knead my hips, my fingers trace patterns over his shorn buzz cut. I thumb his strong jaw, loving the growl he breathes into my throat at the movement.
    For the first time in weeks, I’m not thinking. I’m just doing, just feeling. And it feels fucking fantastic. Maybe this is why Olympic athletes sleep around so much. We’re all hot, we’re all in perfect physical condition. We all have competitive libidos. But most of all, it’s a distraction . An activity that we don’t have to be focused and in-the-zone to enjoy. Sex is the ultimate sport; you can have fun, get exercise, and at the end, everyone gets a medal in the form of an orgasm.
    “I’ve wanted to touch you like this since the day you almost tripped me in the cafeteria.” Spence’s hands trail up my velvet leotard, his fingers massaging the smooth fabric and making the skin beneath dance with anticipation.
    “And you think it’s much easier for me to resist you? Mr. I Don’t Believe in Shirts .” I rake my nails down his bare abs, swirling them in the smattering of happy trail that dips beneath his black workout shorts.
    Spence shudders as I assault his muscles, fingering the grooves of silk covered steel. His hands finally reach my breasts, grabbing the small handfuls and molding them to fit his palms. He expertly locates my hard buds through the fabric, the scratchy material of my sports bra shifting as he pulls and pinches at my painfully rigid nipples. Desire and need roll over my body, diving deep and suffusing every pore until I’m mewling into Spence’s mouth.
    “I’m being an extremely rewarding friend right now. But I think I can be an even better friend.” Spence grinds himself between my open thighs, and I feel his steel erection push against my swollen nub.
    It’s deliciously good. I wrap my legs around his back, pushing my thighs as far apart as they’ll go and winding all of my limbs around him. He cants his hips, using his hold on one of my breasts and the other hand clamping down onto my thigh. He’s big, and I don’t mean big compared to the three other guys I’ve been with. I mean big . I may be just shy of twenty, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t seen porn. I’m not a prude. I know what those guys are packing and Spencer could give them a run for their money.
    He rubs himself back and forth on me again, and I can’t help the sequence of moans that pass my lips at the hurricane of friction he’s creating below my waist.
    “If you want to stop, you have to tell me. Because I’m not leaning towards being very gentlemanly right now.” Spence’s voice is husky and I can feel each muscle in his jaw locking as he buries his face in my shoulder.
    “Who said I wanted you to hold back?”
    His head shoots up, and I can see the challenge I’ve posed being met in his mossy green eyes.
    And just as he dips his head down to capture my lips again, all of the lights in the beam gym begin to flicker on.
    Spence reacts, smashing me further into the sea of foamy blocks, covering my mouth and burying his head back into my shoulder. We hear someone humming and the jolt of switches being turned on as whoever has invaded our private moment moves from one light panel to the next.
    How the hell we’re going to get out of here, I have no idea. It’s not as if I can just come waltzing out of the pit with Spencer on my heels and not completely freak out the person turning on the lights. And no doubt they would raise suspicions to the entire camp. It would be bad enough if people knew why we were meeting in secret. But if they found out about the most recent development in our relationship, I would carry around a label I swore I’d never get.
    Maybe I could get out and Spence could just stay in for a week or two, to not draw any attention to what we’ve been doing. I’d bring him water and food. Hey, it was the best plan I could come up with as of right