I have my tennis shoes on, my running shorts, a sports bra, and a moisture wicking shirt. My standard running clothes. Usually I run on a treadmill, but Tyler insisted we go out running today, through the city. I must have been drunk when I agreed. Or maybe it was during sex.
Anyway, Tyler is meeting me at my apartment. He went home early to change, but made me coffee and breakfast first. The caffeine is kicking in and I’m ready to run.
I’ve been a runner for years. Playing softball growing up helped me keep in shape, but I never did much running. When I moved to Columbia for college I started going to the gym on campus, Strom Thurmond Wellness & Fitness Center. The Strom is well equipped with a running track, treadmills, and two pools for my cooldown. Of course there’s also weight machines, endless cardio options, and facilities to play just about every sport.
I learned that I love running. For years I heard about runner’s high, but once I felt it, I was completely hooked. I had to keep pushing myself to feel that again and again. Now, I’d never dream of giving up running.
Running with Tyler will be different. He loves running outdoors and the hills don’t bother him. I know I’m in good shape, but hills challenge me, and so does the heat of outside. This early, and being mid-April, I can handle the weather, I hope.
Tyler isn’t back yet so I decide to take advantage of it and start stretching. I work my quads and hamstrings first, holding my balance steady when I stand on each foot. I step onto the curb on my toes to pull my calves tight, leaning forward slightly to bring the stretch close to my heel. When I reach up to stretch my arms, Tyler pulls up in front of me. He jumps out of his truck and walks over to me, slinging a backpack over his shoulder. “Hi,” he says before planting a kiss on my lips.
I grumble at him, still not happy to be up and out so early. He responds with a laugh and tells me this will be fun. I ask him what’s up with the bag.
“I was thinking we could run to The Strom and go for a swim afterward.”
The pool sounds inviting right now. I consider his suggestion and tell him to wait while I go get my suit. I see Tyler stretching as I go inside.
When I get back to the street Tyler opens his backpack so I can shove in my suit, a towel, and clean change of clothes for after the pool. Tyler slides the backpack over his shoulders and secures it to his chest. He turns to me and flashes a grin. “You ready?”
Reluctantly I nod and drop my sunglasses over my eyes and take off.
Tyler takes it easy on me and we start with level ground. We head towards campus, keeping to some of the quieter streets. At the Blatt, the original gym on campus, we turn and climb the steps toward Blossom Street. Tyler turns right on Blossom Street, heading toward some of the biggest hills in the city.
He passes the hills and runs straight to Five Points. I find my stride as pass bars and businesses closed at this early hour. Tyler turns again onto Greene Street, heading back toward campus again. He throws me off when he crosses the street and darts up the hill next to the business school, leaving me trailing behind. At the top of the hill he turns left, heading west toward the pool and my relaxation. But after only two blocks he turns north then west after another block.
My stride picks up on the flat ground, and we run side-by-side until the light stops us at Assembly. Tyler and I run in place waiting for the light and my heart rate slows. I glance over at Tyler and feel my heart speed right back up again. Sweat is pouring off him, soaking his shirt. His sleeveless shirt is clinging to his tight chest, outlining his strong muscles. His arms are bulging with each breath as the blood pumps hard through his veins. His hair is bushed back out of his face, held in place by the sweat seeping from his skin.
My breath catches in my throat as I take in my hot, sweaty boyfriend. He hears me gasp and turns to me, a look of concern on his face. He quickly sees I’m okay and that I was just checking him out.
“You like your man sweaty, huh?” he teases me, raising his eyebrows.
I shake my head, knowing that’s not all of it, “I like seeing you out of breath, a flush on your cheeks, and these strong muscles tense and pulsing. I don’t know if I can keep running.”
Tyler laughs and I see a bulge in his shorts. He leans into me, pulling me into a sticky embrace. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve been trying to run ahead of you because being behind you... all I can see is your sexy tight ass and next to you my throat tightens with every bounce of your sweet breasts.”
I press a little tighter against him, allowing my breasts to push up toward him. “Is that so? Well, who knew running could be an aphrodisiac for us?”
Tyler opens his mouth to say something, but I see the light change and I take off across the street. He groans behind me before he follows me a few seconds later. I turn south and head toward The Strom. I keep my pace up, staying a little ahead of him, letting him watch me run. The downhill road helps me run faster and I outrun him given the head start I took.
He finally catches up to me as I’m climbing the steps to the main floor of The Strom. Tyler grabs my arm from behind and turns me around, forcing me tightly to him as I spin. He catches my head with his free hand, pulling me to him in a passionate and desperate kiss. His tongue probes my mouth, twisting with my tongue. I feel the desire he’s baring to me, the need he feels.
I return his force with my own, knowing I want him as much as he wants me. But teasing him is making getting up early for a run worth it. I pull from his embrace and run the rest of the steps to the entrance, waiting for Tyler to catch up to me.
He comes up behind me, meeting me at the desk. The look he gives me takes my breath away. His blue eyes are dark with lust and I know he is barely restraining himself.
He hands over our ID’s to the student at the desk and we pass through the entrance to the interior. Tyler pulls my bikini out of the bag. The color drains from his face as he sees how small it is and he lowers the bag in front of his crotch, hiding what I’m sure is an impressive erection. I flash him a smile, knowing this is killing him, but that I’ll make it up to him later.
I go to the locker room, stuffing my running clothes and my fresh clothes into a locker. I slide my feet into my flip flops and walk outside to the pool.
Tyler isn’t out here, yet. I kick my shoes under a chair near the deep end of the pool before diving in. I take off across the pool, stretching my aching muscles in the water. I don’t get over here as much as I would like to. Growing up in North Carolina, everyone knew how to swim. I spent summers at the beach and winters at the YMCA pool in town. But college is busy.
I flip and turn back toward the deep end, elongating my stroke as I go. When I get to the other end I stop, wiping the water from my eyes. I didn’t bring goggles and my eyes are already stinging.
I cling to the edge of the pool and rest my back against the side, kicking my feet in front of me. A splash next to me brings me out of my trance. Tyler surfaces in front of me, tossing his head to the side to throw the hair from his eyes. And he looks sexy.
I let go of the edge of the pool and swim to Tyler, kissing him sweetly, tasting chlorine and the saltiness of his sweat. Our legs tangle together under the water as our lips meet. I break the kiss and see the darkness is still in his eyes. I smile, happy to put that look on his face and ask what took him so long to get outside.
The corner of his mouth turns up at me, “I was trying to... calm myself down. I couldn’t walk outside without bringing my backpack with me unless I pushed you out of my head. And that took a little while. Then I got here and saw you swimming. And I’m right back where I started.”
He pulls me against him and I feel a fierce erection pressing into me. “Well, I guess I better leave you alone then.”
I push off him and turn to swim another lap of the pool. I hear him groan and drop under the surface. I turn to swim backward and watch him surface again. He sees me watching him and comes after me, crossing the distance between us quickly.
The water is shallower here so he is able
to stand. He pulls me tight against him, his erection still pressing hard into me. Tyler covers my mouth with his, tracing my back with his fingers. Despite the cool water, fire erupts on my skin under his touch.
I know I can’t resist him much more so I pull back from the kiss. “What do you say we call this a day? We can change back to running clothes and you can chase me back to my apartment?”
He raises an eyebrow at me, knowing exactly what I’m offering and he seals our mouths together again, pushing all his want into me.
When Tyler pulls back from the kiss, I’ve forgotten what we were talking about. He climbs from the pool, slipping on his flip flops and heading back toward the locker room. I regain my consciousness and follow after him.
I change quickly and pull my hair back into a loose ponytail. I drop my bathing suit in the spinner to dry it before shoving it into the bag with my dry clothes. I push through the front doors of The Strom and start down the stairs. Tyler is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, in the shade. I hand him my clothes and ask if he will put them in his bag again.
He drops his bag from his shoulders and takes my things. As soon as he has my stuff I take off running. He calls after me, but I push myself to run as fast as I can.
I know Tyler has to shove my clothes into his bag and throw it back over his shoulders, but he’s also faster than I am. My apartment is only four blocks away. The lights are on my side and I’m able to sprint to my complex. I don’t look back, I just run. I push through the door to my building and run up the stairs, desperate to catch my breath before Tyler shows up.
I hear the door to the stairs opening below me as I push out of the stairwell onto my floor. I race down the hallway to my door and slide the key in the lock and turn. I shove the door open and rush inside. Before I can close the door, Tyler’s hand is pushing it open and he’s right behind me.
I jump, not realizing he had gotten upstairs so quickly. His eyes meet mine and bore a hole into me. Passion is flooding from him, but there’s an amusement in his eyes. “You like to be chased I see,” he says to me, his voice deep and thick.
Before I can answer Tyler throws me over his shoulder. I yelp at the suddenness and start pounding on his back. He carries me through the bedroom to the bathroom. He turns the water on in the shower but still doesn’t put me down.
He checks the temperature of the water with his hand, then pulls the shower curtain closed. I’ve stopped fighting him by now, unsure what he’s doing. Anticipation and excitement are rising in me, flooding my body with tingles of desire.
Tyler unties my tennis shoes and tosses them from my small bathroom to the bedroom. He pulls off one sock, and then the other, keeping me securely over his shoulder with his hand gripping my upper thigh. He kicks off his own shoes, then balances on each foot to pull his socks off. He drops his shorts, giving me a rare, but fabulous, up close view of his sexy ass.
He reaches up and grips the edge of my shorts, hoisting me up to maneuver the shorts from between our bodies. I wriggle against him now, trying to get down. I can’t see his face, but I know he’s enjoying every bit of this.
Tyler sets me down and I cross my arms over my chest, trying to be mad at him. He reaches down and pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his entire body to me. I reach toward him, desperate to touch him, sweat running down his bare skin.
A smile peeks at his lips, knowing I would forget trying to be mad at him if I was confronted with him naked and sweaty. He flexes his muscles as he moves toward me, tugging my shirt and bra over my head.
He steps toward the shower, checking the water again before getting in. He pulls me in with him before ducking his head under the water and closing his eyes. I watch him silently, trying to process my emotions. The desire I feel right now is more powerful than anything else. My stomach is in knots and I’m nervous. I know he’s just teasing me the same way I was teasing him. Shit, this isn’t fair.
Tyler reaches up for a shampoo bottle, motioning for me to turn around. I oblige, even though it means I won’t be able to look at him. I try to regain my focus when I feel his hands push through my hair. His fingers massage my scalp as they work the shampoo through. Who knew washing my hair could be so sexy?
He pulls me back toward the water, pulling his fingers through my hair to help rinse the shampoo out. Then he presses his body against my back, our skin meeting from my shoulders to my knees. “What next?” he whispers in my ear.
“Wash,” is all I can say. I’m lucky my knees are holding up at this point.
Tyler steps away from me and a chill washes over my body with the loss of contact. A moment later I feel my loofah dancing over my back, brushing my shoulders, caressing my ass, and trailing down my legs. Tyler spins me around and works his way up the front of my body, pressing kisses to my naked skin ahead of the loofah.
My body is pouring with need for him, but I don’t give in. Tyler washes every bit of me, then rinses out the loofah, returning it to the hook I keep it on. His eyes meet mine and I say, “Your turn.”
His eyes flash with shock, but amusement quickly follows. I reach across him, pressing my breasts against him. He closes his eyes for a moment and lifts his hands but drops them to his side before he touches me. He snaps his eyes open, knowing I was watching him. He takes a deep breath, but the look in his eyes betrays the calm he tries to project.
He dips his head to allow me to reach his hair. I gently work the shampoo in, enjoying the feel of his hair beneath my fingers. I rub his scalp, caressing him as I rinse. Then I turn to the body wash and loofah. I squeeze body wash onto my pink loofah then scrub it in to make bubbles, keeping my eyes trained to his.
I press against him and wash his back with our chests pressed together. His heart is pounding in his chest just like mine. I run the loofah down to his tight ass, then drop to my knees in front of him, washing his legs.
I look up at him from my position on my knees and his breath stops. “Brooke,” he whispers. I keep our eyes locked as I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his throbbing erection.
His knees soften as my lips touch him, but he quickly regains his strength. He moves against me, eager to find a release. Tyler wraps his fingers through my wet hair, moving my head to the right rhythm. I leave the loofah on the floor of the shower and wrap my hands around his hips, encouraging his movements.
He releases my hair and stretches his arms to rest his hands on the shower wall behind me. “Oh, Brooke, you have to stop, I’m going to... I can’t stop.”
I dig my fingers into his hips, my nails pressing against the edge of his ass and his pace increases. He grunts and moans before exhaling my name. With the sound of my name his body releases his warm desire into my mouth. I slow my pace, but keep my lips tight around him.
He reaches his hand back down and caresses my hair until I release him. I give him a kiss on the top of his still taut erection. Tyler reaches under my chin and lifts my face to meet my eyes. “Thank you,” he says. I smile at him, pleased to make him feel so good.
I resume washing his body, taking extra care as I wash his proud erection, still looking like it needs a release. Tyler’s breath halts when I stand back up, sliding my body against his slippery, soapy skin. I rinse him, making sure to clean every last bubble from his body.
I hang up the loofah, reaching around Tyler. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me tightly, “You’re amazing.”
I smile, “Don’t forget it.”
He closes his eyes and holds me close, letting the hot water cover our bodies. We stand in the shower for a few minutes, enjoying the water and the closeness of being together. Tyler reaches behind himself to turn the water off then steps out of the shower. He picks me up again, dripping wet. I squeal in opposition before he deposits me on the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees before I can move and his eyes glint at me, “Your turn.”
He dives between my legs, flicking his tongue over me before I can speak. A moan escapes my lips as he hits the right spot and
earns a buck to his face. He presses his arm gently across my waist, pinning me to my bed. His other hand drops to the floor, repositioning himself to press deeper between my legs.
His tongue teases me, circling me and pushing me toward insanity. He slides his fingers into my deep wet center, pressing hard against me. The world starts to fall away as Tyler’s tongue and fingers pull me into oblivion. I press my hips upward, restrained by Tyler’s arm and moan loudly. Tyler’s name escapes my lips as the world disappears.
I don’t know how long I’m gone, but when the darkness fades from my eyes, Tyler is still sucking on me and I drop away again, another orgasm shattering everything outside us. I scream his name as I release and tell him I want him. He releases me, dropping kisses on my stomach and thighs. My body shivers as I come down from pure ecstasy.
Tyler lifts me off the bed and pulls me into his arms. He covers my mouth with a passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around his wet body and his hands trail across me. Tyler dips, sucking my nipples into his mouth and making me moan. His hands cover my ass and he jerks me upward, my feet leaving the ground. Instinctively, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist.
I feel the tip of his erection peeking into my wet opening. Tyler lowers me slightly and presses against me. My eyes meet his and I lick my lips before pressing our mouths together.
My tongue plunges into his mouth the same time his erection plunges into me. I gasp against his lips, feeling him deep inside me. His hands hold me against him, his erection filling me like nothing else ever has.
Tyler lifts me slightly, emptiness filling me as he vacates my body. He drops me back onto him and I close my eyes against the pure pleasure rising with the single thrust inside my body. Tyler cocks an eyebrow at me when I open my eyes again. I grind myself toward him, encouraging the building pleasure inside me.
Tyler lifts and lowers me with expert precision, my body opening to him with each thrust. He leans against the wall and drives deeper into me. Each plunge inside pushes me toward the edge.
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