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Twenty Six Letters of Smut –'G' Is For Gym
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Finding the keys, Niles opened the door and entered the Sheffield mansion, one arm wrapped snugly around a paper grocery bag. Humming to himself, he dropped the bag on the kitchen counter and began putting the food away, when his attention get caught by a strange sound. His eyes moved to the ceiling. What was that? It sounded like a sort of moaning sound. Or maybe he was hearing things since no one should have been home.
He was just about to shrug it off, when he heard another one. This time it was louder. It was definitely a moan and it seemed to be coming from upstairs. He listened to the sound for about half a minute, and then decided he'd better go and check it out.
He'd just got to the third step when he realised he was unarmed and alone and if there was a burglar he'd be in great trouble so he turned quickly back, grabbed a heavy, cast-iron frying pan from the cupboard just in case, and moved slowly back up the stairs.
Once at the top, he made his way to the guest room at the end of the hallway. He stopped outside the door which was half open. The strange noise sounded like it was coming from inside. Suddenly this didn't seem like such a good idea anymore but he couldn't back off now, no, he had come too far to just back off like a chicken.
Hoping that whoever or whatever was in there wasn't armed with a knife or a gun he took a deep breath quietly, well as quietly as he could and he pushed the door further open —only to stop dead in his tracks. His mouth literally dropped open at what he witnessed.
C.C. was lying flat on her back on the carpeted floor, breathing heavily, her sweat covered chest heaving up and down. Her messy blonde hair was sweaty and sticking to her forehead in a very sexy manner. He wasn't quite sure what to do. For the briefest moment he thought about silently leaving and just closing the door behind him, but he just couldn't bring himself to. The view was more than a little arousing. So put down the pan, stepped a little further into the room and closed the door quietly then leaned back against it. She was so into what she was doing she didn't even hear him.
As he watched in amazement, she let out another low moan. He was a very bad butler boy indeed, he thought to himself, still unable to look away.
"You're supposed to knock before opening a door, butler boy." C.C. teased him when she finally noticed him standing there looking at her from head to toe and all over. "But I guess you were too busy enjoying the view," she added with a smirk. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he'd been checking her out for a couple of minutes now. His pupils were so dilated that his eyes appeared almost black, that deep, bottomless black that was meant only for her.
He ignored her statement and asked his own question: "What are you doing?"
A smile spreads across her face as something her mother always used to say came to her mind: Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. "What does it look like? I'm making chocolate cake."
"Touché, CaCa," the butler chuckled, watching C.C. slowly but steadily increasing the slow rhythm of her up and down movements, despite her exhausted, sweaty state. If he didn't know any better he would have sworn she was putting on a show just for him.
"I mean what are you doing here? I kicked you out hours ago! What if the Sheffields come back earlier and find you here? And most important …why did you start without me?"
Niles' rapid fire questions made her laugh. "Whoa, slow down hazel, one question at a time. First of all, don't worry about the family. They went to Sylvia's house for dinner so they won't come back till late night. And second, I've had a very stressful day and I really wanted some release," she made a small pause trying to gain control of her panting, but the more she tried the faster it became, "but when I came back home you weren't here, so…well… I decided to take matters into my own hands."
"But I would have been more than happy to help out," he said, practically whining.
"To tell you the truth, it went much faster without you here." She couldn't take the burning in her abdomen anymore. She let out a loud gasp and she collapsed on the ground, breathing hard. She knew she was going to be extremely sore at certain parts tomorrow. "Wow " she winked once she recovered a bit, grabbing her water bottle from the floor to easy the desperate thirst in her throat. "I can't believe I lasted almost twenty minutes. My stamina has really improved," she told him obviously quite proud of herself.
Niles grin broadened and took a few steps toward her. "I figured that considering how long you lasted last night."
C.C. shook her head and whispered something that sounded like, "Yeah, right," as memories of last night came to her. All started when he asked him to help her doing sit-ups. Not only his hands were caressed her ankles the entire time, making it tremendously difficult for her to concentrate, but also had left the door unlocked and they nearly got caught by Br…the boy in a very compromising position.
"I think you deserve some sort of reward." Niles said, breaking the silence with his deep, alluring voice and snapping her out of her thoughts.
"A gold star perhaps," she suggested playfully, setting down her half-empty water bottle.
"I had a different sort of reward in mind," he responded in a voice that had dropped a few octaves.
"Oh you did?" she asked with a seemingly innocent smile. There was a twinkle of something else in her eyes however. "To clean the swimming pool in my backyard, maybe?
The butler let out something between a sigh and a groan before replying, "You don't have a backyard let alone a pool."
"Oops!" she exclaimed in a deep voice, smirking as she saw Niles' bottom lip protrude slightly in a child-like pout. His blue eyes were piercing through her, and she felt like she was losing ground, she shouldn't have allowed him to get so close and all sorts of alarms started ringing in her head. So she lifted a leg and put her foot on his chest, effectively stopping him from getting any closer.
"Aww, come on," he winced, annoyed. Well, frustrated was perhaps a better word.
"Nope!" she said, popping the 'p'.
"Nope?" he echoed in confusion, was she really going to play hard-to-get?
"It's been a while since the last time I truly worked out and today I'm going to make it count," she explained, but when Niles chuckled she pinched the flesh near her belly button, "see that? That's fat and it has to go."
"There, there, Babcock. Despite what I've said in the past, you're not that fat…well at least not anymore. In fact I am a bit surprised at how fast you managed to slim down from a size oh-my-god-it's-coming-towards-us to a size jumbo," he teased, smirking that crooked smile of his when C.C. frowned at him disapprovingly.
"This coming from the guy who shops for clothes in the local tent shop," she snorted.
"Aw, that was just mean," he feigned hurt, but it was obvious he was rather unfazed. "You know, I'll deny I ever said it, but I kind of like your tummy," he commented, smiling widely. "It reminds me of Mr. Otto's."
C.C. pulled herself up to a standing position waiting for the punch line. "I have a strong feeling I will regret asking this but what the hell? It's not like it wouldn't be the first time. So…who is Mr. Otto?"
"A teddy bear I had as a kid," Niles replied, a dreamy look on his face, "It was my favorite."
C.C. blinked a few times. She didn't know if she should feel flattered or insulted by the butler's comment.
Niles didn't have to be a genius to know what was on her mind. "Geez, Babs, It was supposed to be a compliment."
"I didn't say anything," C.C. insisted, but her smile grew wider.
"Yeah, but I knew you were thinking it. Anyway," he continued, "if you really want to lose weight there are more effective ways to do so."
C.C. grabbed a towel and started wiping the perspiration from her cleavage. "Effective?" she asked, watching Niles' eyes following the movements of the towel. "Is that what that's called now?"
"What would you call it?" he challenged, but his eyes were kind.
"Umm…" she sputtered, "Is this a trick question?"
Niles frowned. "How would it be a trick question? What kind of trick would there be?"
Babcock chuckled. "Alright, alright…well…" she ran her palm over her face, "I don't know…cardio training, perhaps?"
"Cardio training, huh?" he asked. Babcock nodded and his smile turned into a naughty grin. "Well…although, I have been getting plenty of 'cardio training' the last few weeks with a certain brunette, I don't think one more day will hurt me," he said seductively.
"Hey! That bru… blonde just want your heart to be in good shape that's all. "AND," she added emphasizing the word, you are always…and I mean always 'up' for something, but I have already had my cardio for the day," she said eyeing a set of five-pound hand weights across the guest room laying in the middle of the floor. Well, she guessed she couldn't call it guest bedroom anymore. After Niles' heart attack and over the past few years it had slowly become the butler's personal gym. At first the bed had disappeared at the same time a stationary and very expensive bicycle had appeared that Niles had assured Maxwell would be easier for his poor, weak heard and knees than any less expensive traditional one. The expensive bicycle was followed the same week by all the sorts of sports equipment.
She made her way to the weights and bent down to pick them up. Once she did she bent her knees and sank back with her hips deeply, as if she was about to sit on an invisible chair. "Could you watch me and make sure my form is okay?"
"Your form looks pretty good to me," Niles said. His voice, so husky and deep, caused butterflies to overwhelm her stomach and a heat to start in her core.
She glanced back at him then, her lips curved in a mischievous smile he ached to kiss away. "Mmm so flattering, it's almost like you want something…too bad you are not going to get it, so behave. I meant my weight-lifting form."
"You have a cold, cold heard…luckily for you I like it." Hmm…" he rubbed the back of his head frowning a bit, "can I be masochist and not know it? Because If I'm a Masochist, that makes you a Sadist."
"Well bring me a lash and let's find out," the blonde joked, but when she noticed that Niles looked as though he was seriously considering it her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, "I'M KIDDING!"
"I know," he huffed trying to sound indifferent, but his voice could not hide the slightly disappointment.
Her eyes narrowed, but she couldn't fight the smile that was peeking through her lips, "Just make sure my knees do not pass forward of my toes, Rochester."
"Aye, aye, Captain!" he answered with a mock salute.
At one point he did as he was told, but mostly he was watching how the lifting was causing her breasts to shift slightly under the tight tank top. By her second set, he started to notice - but didn't tell her of course- that she was spreading her legs more and more with every squat, making the edges of her shorts hike up.
Niles smiled appreciatively - C.C. always used to work out dressed in a tracksuit and this was the first time he'd seen her wearing those little running shorts that made her legs look like they went on forever.-
The loud thud of the weights being dropped to the floor brought Niles out of his reverie. She must have suddenly felt a small cramp, because she started to stretch out her muscles. She stretched out the arms, turned the head and then bent forward, placing her hands on the floor, awarding him with a better view of probably one of the finest sets of ass and legs in Niles opinion. Though, he would die first before he could actually confess that to anyone, especially to her.
"C.C...umm…well..." he started to say as a devious thought came to mind, but before he could finish, the thought had already become mush in his mind.
Through her spread legs Babcock could see him upside down, alternating between staring at her ass and her legs.
GET A GRIP, OLD MAN! he mentally scolded himself and squeezed his eyes shut briefly, trying to derail the train of runaway desire, but it seemed impossible. Damn him. Damn this. His brain was scrambled by that beautiful, intelligent, evil, challenging woman that had consumed his thoughts day in and day out, long before their convoluted romance began.
She reached towards her foot giving him an eyeful of cleavage which was now visible enough over the top of her tank top. "Oh, just spit it out already, bell boy."
"Right…well…you see," he paused and took a deep breath, this new position wasn't helping his thought processes at all. "Do you think you could stop doing that for a second?"
C.C. popped up from her stretch and turned around to face him. "Doing what?" she asked innocently after a quick glance down his body. He didn't have to look down; he could feel what he knew she could see. That was when he suddenly realized the blond had done all these on purpose. She was teasing him. The dirty little minx, she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and was enjoying every second of it. Oddly enough, he couldn't say he was totally unhappy with it. Maybe he really was a masochist after all…
She took a step towards him, and he another until they were only a step away.
His already pounding heart quickened as they stared into each other's eyes.
Then something snapped.
They jumped into each other's arms simultaneously, both at the end of their self-control. Their mouths met, feverish and hungry, not bothering to hide the burning need that consumed them whenever they got this close to each other.
His fingers clutched the bottom of her tank top up and without a second thought she raised her hands and he pulled it over her head. Then he bent down and slipped off her shorts, leaving her clad only in her panties.
Following his lead she pulled his shirt off of him and throw it next to her clothes then began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. When they were undone, she slid them off revealing his leopard print boxers along with his male pride.
Babcock bit down on her bottom lip fighting the smile that threatened to appear.
"Easy on those lips, love." The butler teased her. "They have to kiss me later on."
C.C. let out a small giggle in response and then said in a low, husky voice, "You know what they say about leopard print boxers, right?"
"Got a problem, Babs?"
"No." she answered. "In fact, they're actually kind of sexy."
One of his eyebrows arched up, "Kind of?"
"A little more than kind of." she admitted her voice low as she pushed his boxers to the floor. He kicked them off along with his shoes and socks, standing before her gloriously naked.
On instinct, her lips parted in a gasp as his hands slid down her back and cupped her bottom. Trying to keep his grip light -he didn't want to accidentally bruise the delicate paleness of her skin- he picked her up and carried her to the exercise ball, where he set her down gently. Adjusting her balance she spread her legs wider as a hint to what she wanted. More than eager to comply he reached for her panties, the last article of clothing separating them. A smirk crossed his face as he felt the dampness in the crotch. He tossed her panties aside and moved so that he was between her parted legs then he paused, drinking in the sight, before him.
"You look so beautiful," he breathed running one hand slowly down the side of her body and tracing circles on her hipbone.
"Oh my god Niles!" she gasped in disbelief. "That's the reason we had to stop?"
"Mmm-hmm," he murmured and pushed some hair away from her neck to latch his lips to the slightly salty skin there. She loved it when he did this. It made her purr inside with delight. Maybe she even purred out loud. She didn't really knew, all she knew was that that particular kiss gave her goose bumps down the left side of her body. "And you can call me just Niles," the butler said, grinning
"You're so cocky," she accused peppering kisses down his jaw line. "You're very lucky I happen to like your feather duster."
"Is that…" Niles started to say, but she put her index finger to his lips, silencing him. "Shhh, less talk, more hips," she murmured, removing her finger so he could pick up where they had left off. Niles happily obliged, turning his attention back to what he loved doing the most, making love to his girlfriend.
C.C. felt like she was on fire and all she could think was: yes more. His hands were everywhere and where they touched, her body came to life. His tip of his manhood was brushing right at her entrance, but he was holding out with phenomenal restraint. He asked the question with his eyes and she answered with a slightly squeeze to his ass. Needing no further encouragement, he slid into her. It was amazing how they fit together so perfectly, as if their bodies were like two perfect puzzle pieces that had finally found one another among the masses.
Carefully positioning his hands on either side of the ball, he slowly pulled almost all the way out and then rammed back into her, burying himself to the hilt with a force that made her teeth rattle. That was the pace he set, slow and determined, yet powerful and demanding at the same time. As he rocked into her the exercise ball gave them a greater range of angles. C.C. hooked one leg around his waist, allowing him to get even deeper if it was possible, and he groaned as she purposely squeezed him tight with her inner muscles once.
Somehow he kept the rhythm going—holding on to his own orgasm—praying that she would shatter beneath him with anytime now. He gave a few more powerful thrusts with all the energy that was left in his body, and he felt her leg tighten around his hips at the same time that her inner muscles started clenching around him. Knowing she was about to go, his fingers found her clit, rubbing it forcefully wanting to bring her insane amounts of pleasure. His loud groan and her shriek echoed though the room as their world exploded around them.
When the waves of their orgasms started fading, C.C. grabbed him and pulled them both down on the floor, her breathlessness matching his own.
"Niles?"
"Hmm?" he hummed against her skin.
"You reek and this time I don't mean of Tilex," she said to him rubbing her finger gently up and down his sweaty torso.
"That's very romantic, love." Niles chuckled smoothing a strand of damp blonde hair out of her face. "But just for the record, the right response after a mind-blowing orgasm like that, is something along the lines of, "Oh god you were amazing!"
Babcock snorted out a laugh and he smiled; "Besides, we're both, sweaty and reeking, so I guess it makes it less disgusting!"
"No it doesn't! It just makes it doubly disgusting! So…why don't you go take a hot shower?"
"A hot shower?" Niles asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, you know… like a regular shower, but with me in It," Babcock replied with a grin.
"Oh. I could handle that." Niles answered playfully, a wide grin finding its way across his handsome features, as he scooped C.C. up bridal style and carried her giggling and squealing form into the bathroom.
A/N: Hello, hello my lovely readers. I am so sorry for the delay, but I had a hard time writing this chapter -To the point that I changed word for G several times- I must say I'm still not entirely happy with the outcome, but I thought I better post it so we can move on to the next letter. However, deep down I still hope you enjoyed it even if just a little bit. As always, reviews, ideas… etc are more than welcome. 'H' is next…
