Taken at the Gym: Andrew's Taboo (Public Temptation Book 1)

by Jessica Jewel

  Three

  The next night, Andrew wasn't there.

  Julia went through the motions of her workout, feeling emotionally drained. It didn't mean anything. She didn't go to the gym every night. So what if Andrew missed a day?

  But 24 hours was an eternity in the world of over-analysis. She watched the evening news numbly; four dead in a shooting, two blocks of buildings burned down thanks to a grease fire, the upcoming midterm elections. She lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, mind racing as she wondered if she'd made a mistake. What if he was only flirting for fun, but didn't know how to say no when she accosted him? What if he didn't like her blowjob, or what if she'd been bad at it? It didn't matter that he'd groaned and urged her on and pumped his cock into her face like an eager teenager; there was no logic to the grim mindset of Julia's potential regret.

  It was during her walk to work the next day, Starbucks cup burning a hole in her palm, that a worse thought occurred to her.

  What if he's married?

  Oh my God. He could totally be married--he didn't wear a ring, but lots of people took them off before lifting weights.

  I might be a homewrecker.

  Once inside her head, the thought wouldn't leave. Friendly flirting was one thing, meaningless and without intent. But she'd walked up to him, caressed his cock, and then sucked him off in the middle of the gym floor. He might not have wanted to go that far, and she'd practically forced herself on him!

  All through the day the thoughts tormented her, refused to let go, making focusing on work impossible. She avoided Allison, told her she was too busy to do lunch or to go out for drinks after work, because she knew her best friend would see the guilt written all over her face.

  The trip to the gym that night felt like walking to the electric chair.

  And just inside the weight room waited Andrew.

  He sat on one of the benches, no weights racked on the bar, tapping his foot nervously. He jumped up when he saw Julia.

  "Hey, we need to talk."

  Oh no. Her worst fears were true. She put down her bag as he approached, a guilty look plastered all over his face, and she knew what she had to do.

  "Are you married?" she blurted out.

  Andrew stopped dead. He blinked and said, "Am I what?"

  "It's okay, you can tell me," Julia said, pushing forward with the words she'd rehearsed as the pit in her stomach deepened. "I'm not mad, it's my fault. I'll leave you alone and--"

  She cut off as he began laughing. "Oh, wow."

  "What?"

  He took her hand, dwarfing it in both of his. His grip was warm and comforting. "It's not--that. I wanted to apologize. For what happened the other night. It was amazing, and I felt bad that my phone rang and I had to leave so quickly."

  Julia pulled her eyes from the ground. "So you weren't avoiding me last night?"

  "God, no! I wanted to meet you here more than anything in the world, but I had to work. I'm a firefighter. There was a blaze downtown and they called everyone not on shift, and after working for fourteen hours straight I passed out and didn't wake up until late last night."

  A tension left Julia's chest as she stared into his emerald eyes. "You must think I'm a crazy person, stomping in here and accusing you of being married."

  His smile disarmed her, and slowly turned wicked. "What I think is that I owe you one..."

  Four

  Julia yelped as Andrew swept her up, grabbing her underneath the thighs like she weighed nothing and carrying her across the room and out of sight from the rest of the gym. He dropped her down into the leg press machine and pulled down her tights, then spread her legs like a ThighMaster.

  "Ohhh."

  Julia moaned as he felt along her already dripping lips, caressing around them, testing along the inner thigh, teasing her. She gripped the machine's handles and bore it as best she could. It was just on the edge of what she wanted, what she needed, and right before she couldn't take it anymore he buried his face between her legs, nose rubbing her clit while his tongue shoved deep inside her pussy.

  "Jesus, ohhh, yes..."

  She melted into the padded workout seat, arching her back like a cat while he tongued her, moving up and down the inside of her pussy like a wave, a rolling wave, and she closed her eyes and surrendered to the feeling.

  "You like that?"

  She tried to say yes, but all that came out was a noise somewhere between a whisper and a sigh.

  He reached forward and grabbed her hips, fingers moving underneath to cup her ass, to squeeze the muscle she'd earned through months of squats and deadlifts and he pulled her body into his face, moving his head back and forth, his tongue going in and out, in and out. And then it was swirling in a circle and hitting all the right places, sliding out and across her clit and then back into her cunt, painting every inch, eager to taste all of her.

  Julia bucked against him, grabbed a handful of his black curls and squeezed them tight, pulling him in, refusing to let Andrew do anything but fuck her with his tongue, because if he stopped for even a moment she thought she might pass out, and then suddenly it wasn't enough. It was only a tease, not what she really wanted, she needed more and she needed it right goddamn then, and the words poured from her mouth because it ached to leave them in.

  "Fuck me."

  He looked up hungrily. "Yeah?"

  "I want you to fuck me. Hurry, Andrew. Please."

  He was on his knees and fumbling with his shorts instantly, as desperate for her as she was for him, and she leaned forward in the machine and grabbed his ass in both hands and pulled him in. His head found the right place and he thrust inside, and it hurt for a moment, but it was a good ache behind a tidal wave of pleasure as he filled her completely, the hair of his navel rubbing against her clit.

  He leaned forward to kiss her, Julia's own taste shared on his tongue, and his tongue tasted like salt and peppermint.

  Slowly he fucked her, cock thrusting deep inside, steel as thick as a barbell. But Julia wanted him more desperately, and she gripped the machine bars above her with both hands and used it for leverage to rock against Andrew, urging him faster. He pulled away from her kiss and breathed heavily from the workout, moving faster and faster. Julia's arms and abs burned from holding herself up, and she panted with Andrew, a duet of inhales and exhales, barely holding back from making more noise that would attract attention from the rest of the gym members just around the corner.

  "Harder," she breathed.

  "Yeah?"

  "Harder!"

  He cast gentleness aside and fucked her roughly, filling every inch of her while she purred deep in her throat.

  "I'm close..." he panted.

  His thighs slapped against her ass loudly as he pumped, a growing crescendo as they moaned together. And as Andrew climaxed and moved to pull out Julia wrapped her calves around his back and squeezed him tight. His eyes widened with surprise and lust, and he grabbed her waist in vice-like hands and thrust his final thrusts, and Julia felt herself pulled over the edge.

  "Oh God, yes!"

  He shuddered and groaned, and Julia grabbed his curls and pulled his face to hers to taste his lips as he came inside her, and then she was coming too, grinding against him as the waves crashed against her shore, squeezing her eyes tight as Andrew buried his head in her neck. Slowly, her back un-arched as she relaxed.

  For a long while, all they did was breathe.

  Finally, Andrew pulled his head away. Sweat dripped down from his face, and his eyes were forests of pine. "That. Was. Amazing."

  "It was okay," Julia said with a straight face.

  Andrew looked horrified, until she couldn't keep a huge smile from splitting her face. She grabbed a handful of his thick ass and gave it a playful jiggle.

  "You think you're funny," he grinned.

  "I know I'm funny," Julia began, until there was a noise across the room.

  "Someone's coming!"

  Hurriedly, Andrew pulled out of her--a sensation th
at made her feel less whole--and yanked up his shorts, and in the same instant Julia had her thong and yoga pants pulled up. Andrew swung the weights back into place and moved to the side of the machine just as a middle-aged man walked into the weight room.

  "So you see," Andrew said in a new tone, "this machine works the quads and calves. Go ahead and give it a try."

  Ignoring the wetness in her pants, Julia obediently pushed her legs against the plate, moving the weight along the tracks. The newcomer didn't even glance over at them.

  "Wow, that's a great workout."

  Half a grin sneaked onto Andrew's face. "It sure is."

  Five

  Every night, between 9:00 and 10:00, the weight room was their playground.

  On Tuesday, Julia found Andrew in the middle of his bench press workouts, so she casually walked over and straddled him, grinding against his dick while he completed his reps. When he was done she gently pushed down his sweats, then pulled aside her own loose-fitting running shorts and slid him inside of her, teasing him while she squeezed his his head between her pussy lips, making him squirms underneath her on the bench. He reached up to grab her thighs and she smacked his hand away, wagging her finger in his face.

  "No no. I'm in charge. This is my workout."

  With her legs spread on either side of the bench, she had to squat deeper to fuck him, first in tiny little movements to rub his head just inside of her, then long strokes that filled his entire cock in her pussy, feeling her lips press down on the base of his shaft completely, his navel hair mingling with her crotch.

  The speaker in the ceiling crackled to life, practically scaring Julia to death: ATTENTION GYM MEMBERS. TWENTY MINUTES UNTIL CLOSE. TWENTY MINUTES UNTIL DOORS CLOSE FOR THE NIGHT.

  They shared a relieved laugh, and then Julia steadily returned to hammering her fuck-boy into the bench, and the burn in her quads after was better than any workout with a bar.

  On Wednesday she got to the gym early. She began her set of deadlifts in the corner, bending over to lift the bar. Midway through her second set Andrew came up behind her, got on his knees, and pulled down her shorts. He thrust his face in between her cheeks, tongue licking her pussy from behind while his nose buried into her ass. She squeaked and tried to turn around but he held her thighs firmly in place, and then his tongue moved up and flicked across her tight rosebud, and she squirmed and started to tell him no but then ohhh, it felt so good, she'd never had that done to her but oh my God it felt amazing in a way she'd never known! She leaned back and thrust her ass in his face to urge him on, smothering him with her cheeks. He moved a hand around to her front and rubbed at her clit, and his second hand came up and shoved two fingers into her cunt, and he fucked her like that with his tongue deep inside her asshole until she came all over him.

  Another night Julia was laying flat on a bench, pressing the weight into the air. Andrew arrived, humming a tune, and she beckoned him over with a curled finger. He practically skipped his way across the room, but she shook her head.

  "Over here."

  She guided him to the side of the bench where her head was. Using her hands, she pushed back until her head dangled backwards off the edge at an angle, mostly upside-down. She'd never done this, had never considered anything like this, but there was something so alluring and freeing about their only-at-the-gym relationship.

  "Fuck my mouth," she commanded, pulling at his shorts.

  He pulled his cock out and shoved it in her mouth, the angle forcing it down her throat perfectly, and she hummed into it while fingering herself. She had a perfect view of his rock thighs and chiseled ass cheeks from here, contracting with each pump. She dragged the fingernails of her free hand along his legs, caressing him while he fucked her face, balls gently slapping into her nose, and he shuddered and came down her throat within seconds.

  One evening Julia got to the gym... and found two old ladies taking turns curling weight over in the barbell section. Andrew stood in the pull-up station a short distance away, and gave Julia a wry grin.

  "Hey Jules." He gripped the bar above him lazily, flexing the muscles in his arms and shoulder. God, she wanted to nail him right then and there.

  "How's it going?" she asked him, wandering over like they were only workout buddies.

  "Just beginning my sets. Nice night, huh?"

  "Too cold for my taste." She dropped off her bag in the corner and stood in front of him. "Don't mind me. Just gunna stretch a bit."

  She bent over to touch her toes, giving him a long look at her ass. He made a choking noise behind her.

  Since they didn't have the room to themselves, they teased and flirted with each other while slowly doing their actual workouts. Several times Julia considered telling Andrew to meet her in the showers, but it was fun dragging things out, multiplying the anticipation. Using the racks right next to each other, every time one went to grab more weight they brushed against the other; Julia accidentally letting her hand rub across his shorts in passing, or Andrew's palm tenderly touching her lower back as he moved past. She was so wet from it all, their secret little public dance. Poor Andrew was so rock hard he had to stand awkwardly to hide it in his shorts, raising a knee up on the bench.

  Finally the women packed their bags and left, leaving Julia and Andrew alone. They eyed each other thoughtfully, their imaginations running wild with what to do.

  "Over here," Andrew said, returning to the pull-up bar. He grabbed it with both arms and beckoned for her to do the same from the other side, their faces only an inch apart.

  "I know what you want," she said, pulling herself up and then wrapping her legs around his midsection. She always wore loose-fitting shorts now, for the ease of entry. While she hung there he reached down and guided himself into her, with the slow steadiness of familiarity.

  "Ohh," she cooed, arms turning to noodles.

  He gripped the bar and did half a pull-up, lifting her with ease, he was so strong, bulging arm muscles holding them in the air. And then he began rocking, just enough to pull all but his head out of her, then curling back to slam it all the way in.

  Suspended in the air like goddamn circus acrobats they fucked, a gentle-and-hard motion all at the same time, keeping their momentum timed perfectly to bounce against each other without slipping out. Julia used her legs for leverage, loosening them to give him distance and then squeezing him back into her. Andrew's cock felt twice as good after being denied instant gratification.

  "My arms. Are dying," Julia said in between thrusts.

  "Here."

  Andrew let go of one arm to pull her to him, guiding her arms around his neck. Now he hung from the bar alone, holding all of her weight, which only turned her on even more. With renewed energy Julia grinded against him, thrusting her hips to slam into his cock while he held them in the air. A wicked grin came to his face and he showed off by doing a pull-up, making Julia moan and buck against him harder until Andrew's grip slipped from the bar. They fell to the ground laughing, but only for a second, because Julia was close and she could see a look in his eyes that said he was the same, so she let him roll her onto her back and spread her legs and fuck her into the rubber floor mat until they both arrived as one, come and sweat and breath mixing together on the floor.

  Six

  Within a week there wasn't a machine in the room that wasn't covered in their fluid.

  It was wonderful, and freeing, and exciting in a way Julia had never known. I have a fuck buddy. A nightly standing date to exercise and sweat and screw each other until it hurt, no strings attached. Aside from saying he was a firefighter, Andrew never mentioned anything personal in his life. Part of Julia wanted to know more, but part of her enjoyed having it segmented away. Like a secluded room in her apartment with the door always closed, which she opened only once a day.

  Sometimes Andrew wasn't there, or occasionally Julia had to work later than normal and missed the gym. It was an unspoken understanding; sometimes things came up. But whenever one of them missed a day,
the following night held extra enthusiasm. Making up for lost time. It was a routine on which Julia had come to depend.

  Until, one week, it wasn't.

  "He hasn't been there in four days," Julia said. She'd finally broken down and told Allison, because otherwise she thought she might go insane.

  "I still can't believe it." Allison shook her head. "You're a quiet spreadsheet nerd here at work."

  "So are you going to tell me what to do?"

  Allison shrugged. "Is there anything you can do? You don't know his full name, and haven't exchanged contact info."

  "Maybe he's been busy saving kittens and children," Julia speculated.

  "And maybe he's grown tired of you," Allison said. "Sorry to be blunt, but I don't want you to get your hopes up. If the fling has run its course, then that's that. Time to swipe right on a new hunk."

  Julia nodded, but she didn't want a new hunk. She wasn't done with this one yet. And their arrangement was just so perfect!

  On the walk to the gym that night, she allowed herself to feel a growing hope in her chest, which was quickly dispelled when she found the weight room empty. Dejected, she went through the motions of her normal workouts, hoping that at any moment he would walk through the door and bend her over the dumbbell rack.

  But Julia did her squats, her deadlifts, and her bench press. She even finished all her accessory movements--curls, windmills, and triceps extensions--and there was still no Andrew. She tried to fantasize about him while completing her exercises, but it just wasn't the same.

  She gathered her things and nodded goodbye to the attendant at the front desk, and ducked out into the cold evening.

  A man lingered outside. She almost didn't recognize him wearing jeans and a heavy coat.

  "Finished your exercises for the night?" Andrew said.

  Julia raised an eyebrow. "Pretty much, though it wasn't as good of a workout as I'd hoped."

  Hands in his pockets, he made a show of looking disappointed. "Well if you're wiped out..."