The blue racquetball flew past my face, hit the far left corner of the court, and dropped inches before my racquet.
"Shit!" I hissed, slamming my racquet against the wall.
"All right!" yelled Joe from the right side of the court. He was doing a little victory dance, imitating the way I had behaved after beating him the first game.
"I need some water," I panted. He followed me to the back of the court and leaned in to kiss me as I lifted up the cover on the cubby holding our water bottles. I pulled away and pretended to pout as I eagerly quenched my thirst.
"Come on," he said rubbing his hand over my ass. "You can't win every game!"
"Why not?" I asked taking a deep breath and handing him the bottle. I gazed at the sweat glistening off his arms as he lifted it to his face. I loved the way his biceps bulged since he had been working out regularly.
"You're so competitive," he said putting the bottle back in the cubby.
"Me?" I laughed. "What about you?" I grabbed the ball and started to move towards the service line.
"What does that mean?" he asked leaning his arm out towards the wall and blocking my path.
"It means you hate to lose. You pout when you do... especially when it's me that beats you."
"I do not," argued Joe. "If you're woman enough to beat me, then fine. Just don't expect me to hold back because you're a girl." He liked to spar with me like this, bantering on some moot point just to get me all hot and bothered.
I laughed in his face and looked up towards the top of the back wall where a glass enclosure allowed the club members to watched a game. A man and a woman were jogging on the tread mills and watching. I knew that had something to do with Joe's intensity. Letting me get a game off him was one thing. Having someone else watch it got his goat.
"You never hold back," I said. "I can beat you fair and square."
"Wanna bet?" he said cocking his eyebrow up and giving me an evil smile.
"Name the bet," I said meeting his stare.
He walked towards me, pushing me towards the back of the court under the windows where we wouldn't be seen. He put his arms around my wet tank top and pulled me up against him. "Winner gets a blow job... right here, after the game."
"Or a tongue job," I said pressing back against him.
"Yeah," he said laughing. "Sure."
"I believe it's my serve," I said ducking under his arm and heading towards the serving area. I slammed the first serve into the back left corner and heard his racquet crash as it hit the wall. But not the ball.
"One - zero!" I called out winking at him and went back to the service line. I lobbed one into the same corner and heard him grunt as he slammed it back to the front. It was just within reach, and I hit a kill shot into the right corner.
"Two!" I said looking up at the window. The man on the tread mill smiled and nodded approvingly. I smiled back and looked down at Joe. He was crouched and ready to go. My next three serves were hard and fast to the back corner, and Joe scrambled to try and return them.
"Five - zero!" I said blowing him a seductive kiss from the service line. My cockiness obviously infuriated him because his next shot sounded like a gun going off. The ball hit the back wall at the floorboard and rolled back.
"Nice shot," I said handing him the ball and walking to the back of the court.
He fired his first serve and it flew by before I had a chance to react. The muscles along the back of his neck were taut and his face contorted as he fired off the second one. I connected, but it was short and he scored another point.
"Two - Five," he called out. His next four serves were easily returned, but the volleys were long. Neither of us gave an inch as we battled to get control of the ball. Finally, I sent the ball to the back of the court when he was too far away to reach it in time.
"Five - Six?" I asked. Joe nodded, trying to catch his breath as he waited for my serve. My next four serves hit the back corner and dropped, and I grinned as I looked up at the guy on the tread mill.
"Nine - Six. Better hurry up Joe," I taunted. It didn't take him long. He slammed my serve into the right corner and it rolled pathetically over to my feet.
"You ready?" he asked as I turned to face him from the back of the court.
"I'm always ready," I said raising my eyebrows mischievously.
"Don't even try flirting your way out of this one, Missy." The next six points were his as he fired one low shot after another. Not only was he not holding back, he was giving it everything he had.
"Mmmm... Twelve - Nine," he boasted. "Coming in for the kill."
"Just serve," I hissed.
The next two serves were returned, but he slammed them into the floorboard mercilessly.
"Fourteen - Nine," he said looking up and smiling at the window. He dropped his eyes down to mine and winked at me. "Game point, I believe."
I was really getting pissed. There was no way I was going to let him beat me. But I was starting to get worried. Not about giving him a blow job... he knew I would enjoy it even if I lost. Probably as much as he would if he lost.
I just didn't want to lose.
"Just serve, Joe!"
At last I sank his serve into the corner. I quickly got into the service box and fired off a fast one to the corner. He missed it. Then, I lobbed one into the right. His return was short. Another fast one to the left corner. He returned, but I hit it to the far wall and he lost it. Two more serves and the score was tied.
"Fourteen - Fourteen," I panted.
"You gotta win by two!" yelled Joe. I just looked back and winked at him.
"Don't worry," I said in a cocky tone. "I will!" I lobbed a very slow serve up high enough that when it finally came down, it dropped low into the back left corner. I looked back just in time to see Joe smash his racquet against the wall in frustration. I waited as the ball slowly rolled back in my direction.
"Game point!" I called out facing the front wall. I didn't even look back at him; I didn't want to break my concentration. I lobbed it to the back. He returned. I slammed it into the corner thinking I had him for sure, but he hit it hard, driving me to the back of the court. I scrambled to get there in time, and slammed it against the back wall giving it enough force to make it back up to the front. Joe was there ready to kill it into the corner. I knew I had to hurry if I was going to make it. He connected and it was heading right where I knew he would put it. I lunged forward and slid across the floor towards the corner, catching the ball on the tip of my racquet and flinging it into the corner.
I rolled over onto my back and screamed, half laughing, half gasping for air. Joe was leaning against the side wall, hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath. He walked over and reached out his hand to help me up.
"Good game," he smiled pulling me to my feet. "I've never seen you play so hard."
"Well," I panted as we walked towards the cubby for water. "I've never been quite so motivated."
"I wish I had known that before," he said grabbing the water and winking at me. I leaned against the door and watched him chug the water, his dark hair clinging to his forehead.
"Here," he said handing me the bottle. "That's enough to get me started." He dropped his racquet on the floor and took off his glove as he walked over in front of me. As I tilted my head back to empty the bottle, he dropped to his knees in front of me and grabbed the leg of my shorts, pulling it to the side.
"I love a man who pays his debts," I said tossing the bottle on the floor. I reached down and helped him pull the fabric to the side, along with the panties soaked with perspiration.
His tongue lapped up my slit and I shivered from the sensation.
"Mmmm.... nice and salty," he said smiling up at me.
"Yeah...." I moaned as his tongue slid back inside and circled my clit. I closed my eyes and held his shoulders for support as his tongue reached up inside of me. His shirt was soaked, and I moved my hands over his neck and face, sliding it around in his sweat.
His tongue eagerly licked and sucked on my clit as he reached up and slid two fingers inside of me. I moaned as he moved them in and out, faster and faster, keeping time with his tongue.
"Oh..." I gasped, biting my lips to keep from screaming. I squeezed against his fingers as he ran them up and down. I was close... so close.
The lights flickered; a sign that our court time was up and someone was waiting outside the door.
"Just a minute," I yelled. "Oh... hurry Joe," I pleaded. "I'm so close."
He resumed with a flurry and sucked my clit with his lips and tongue until I shuddered against his mouth. The hardest part was not screaming as I went over the edge of the orgasm towards that sweet release. Joe kissed my mound appreciatively and then pulled my panties and shorts back in place.
"I believe my debt is paid, Madam." He said kissing my lips. I loved tasting myself on him. "Are you happy now?"
"Yes," I sighed as he handed me my racquet. "I'm always happy when I win."