by Alexis Angel
“No!” I say, laughing. “No, Eric. Babe. It’s just…I think I’m falling for you too. Is that insane?”
“Considering your ankles are still strapped to my bed,” he admits, casting a glance down to the leather cuffs still at my feet. “Maybe a little.”
“Well…I still mean it,” I say stubbornly. “And not just because of the orgasms, either.”
“I could always give you more orgasms,” Eric offers. “Just to be sure.”
“Mmm,” I say, imagining. “Fuck, I don’t even know if I can handle more.”
Eric drops his lips to my breasts, kissing across them with burning hot lips.
“You’d be surprised what you can handle, Kara Gilmore,” he purrs against my nipples. “You can always handle more.”
And then his cock is out of me and he’s kissing down my stomach again, apparently prepared to prove his theory.
“God,” I moan. “You must be hungry, Eric.”
He smiles up at me from between my legs. “After the workout you just gave me? I’m starving.”
It’s a cheesy fucking line, and it makes me giggle. But it’s not long before those giggles dissolve into moans, and those moans dissolve into…
Well, what can I say. When Eric Hale is right…he’s really fucking right.
Chapter 16
Chase
If Kara’s sexy fucking ass gets any more curvy, I’m pretty sure she’s going to rip right through her fucking yoga pants.
And even if she doesn’t, at this point, I’m not totally sure that I’m not just going to rip through them for her.
It’s late at Power Plus. Late enough that I don’t have to deal with any jerk-offs gawking at my girl—or at me, for that matter. Power Plus is a 24-hour gym, but there are some times of the night that people just don’t want to fucking work out.
Lucky for me, then, that Kara likes it late. Means we get to have the whole place to ourselves, which suits me just fucking fine.
I’m always up for a work out, especially when Kara’s hot body is involved.
I’m not into all that mind game shit like Eric is, man. I don’t have the head for it, and I don’t want to. Eric’s all about getting under a girl’s skin, bending her to his will and shit—but that ain’t me.
I’d rather bend Kara in other ways, truth be told—like bending her over this lifting bench and ruining her fucking yoga pants.
“You’re putting on muscle fast,” I comment approvingly, watching as Kara does a set of rows with one knee resting on the bench. She arches her back real good, just like I fucking taught her, so I can properly admire exactly how much sexy progress she’s making.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asks, pausing mid-row.
“Fuck, no,” I say, smacking her ass. “You’re getting strong, Kara. Only weak men are afraid of strong women—everyone fucking knows that.”
“I just don’t want to get too buff,” she laughs. “I need to maintain some femininity, y’know?”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “Kara, I don’t know how many times I’ve gotta tell you this, but listen—with those tits, that face, and those curves, nobody is going to be mistaking you for a man anytime soon. Besides—you’re bulking on cum, not steroids. The way the good lord intended.”
“I’m not sure He intended for me to be drinking like…64 fluid ounces of semen a day, Chase,” Kara says, narrowing her eyes.
“Then why did He make it taste so good? Stop over-analyzing shit, babe.” I grab her ass and squeeze one cheek in my hand for good measure. God—she’s filling out so fucking well. “I like you like this, and you like you like this—and that’s all that matters.”
I run my hand up her back, all the way to that sexy, messy bun she’s pulled her hair up into. It’d be perfect for grabbing while I fuck her sweet little mouth—but I know I need to keep my dick to myself until she gets her fucking workout sorted.
I want to fuck Kara just as bad as the next guy, but I mean, you don’t fuck with someone’s workout. That’s just fucking rude, and I reckon I’m a pretty polite kind of guy.
When I want to be, at least.
“Okay,” Kara sighs, straightening to re-rack her dumb bell. “That’s the end of that set. What’s next?”
Now, right now, my dick wants me to say, Ride my cock until your eyes go crossed, but I’ve already determined that that’s not the kind of workout Kara needs right now.
“How about some squats?” I say with a grin. “I fucking love watching you do squats.”
“I bet you do,” she coos back at me.
My fucking cock twitches. That voice, man. That fucking voice.
It’s the same voice she’s always using when she wants another taste of my man meat, and who am I to be the one to deny this girl?
“Get in the rack and lower that ass for me, babe,” I say with a lopsided grin. If I was any less handsome, I’d feel fucking creepy, looking at Kara the way I am right now. But in fact, I’m the best looking man I know—and that means women don’t fucking mind so much when I stare.
Actually, judging by the way Kara is carefully shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she squares up in the rack, I’d say she wants me to look.
“Like what you see?” she asks, blowing me a kiss.
God dammit. I like what I see way too fucking much.
“I don’t see you pushing any weight there, princess,” I say, instead of doing what I want to do—which is pick her up, hold her upside down and use her mouth like it’s nothing more than a wet cunt. “I’d like to see you fucking work tonight, is what I’d like to see.”
“Aw,” Kara pouts. “Chase, come on. You feel it, too, don’t you?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “You’re fucking horny, aren’t you, Kara?”
She bites her lip and nods, whimpering a little. It’s a look that says, Oh, poor Kara! Hasn’t gotten any dick in like, twelve hours, what a rough life!
“Well aren’t you just pathetic,” I chuckle, cupping her jaw in my hand and leaning in for a kiss. I don’t quite meet her lips, though—I make it so she has to lean into me.
“Terribly pathetic,” she whispers, closing her eyes and leaning in, just like I wanted her to.
In the last second before our lips meet, I pull away.
“Hey!” she snaps, furrowing that sexy fucking brow of hers. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“Look,” I level with her. “I want to fuck you just as bad as you want to fuck me. But I want to see you work for it. Think you can do that?”
Kara sighs, rolls her eyes, and then rolls the bar onto her shoulders. She squats just that—just the bar—and nothing else. Like that’s supposed to impress me or some shit.
I can’t even pretend I’m not amused. It’s sexy as hell, a girl who wants dick as bad as Kara does and isn’t afraid to show it.
But I’m not just her fuck buddy right now. I’m also her trainer. And while I enjoy mixing work and pleasure just as much as the next guy, I’m not letting her off that easy.
No matter how sexy she looks when she thinks I don’t see her checking out my dick.
“Is that the best you can do?” I ask, wheeling around in front of her.
“Yep,” she says, licking her lips.
“See, I’ve got a problem with that, Kara,” I tell her. I curl my fingers around the bar across her shoulders. Now we’re touching. We’re fucking close.
Every time she breathes, she’s breathing me in—and I see her full, sexy chest start to rise and fall faster as she realizes it.
“What’s the problem, handsome?”
“I think you’re a fucking liar, is the problem,” I say with an evil grin.
“So what if I am?”
Aw, fuck. Even now she’s baiting me—and pretty soon, I’m not going to have a choice but to give in.
“I think dirty little sluts who lie about what they’re capable of need to be punished, Kara,” I say, moving in a little closer.
“I thin
k so, too,” she agrees. She’s practically panting now. Like a bitch in fucking heat.
“Mm,” I hum. “So we’re in agreement.”
She licks her lips again. “Definitely.”
“Good,” I tell her, backing away again. “No dick until you lift what you’re capable of, then.”
“Aw! Chase, that’s not fucking fair, and you know it!” Kara slams the bar back up onto the rack and comes towards me, temper flaring. “I’ve been drinking those fucking protein shakes all day, Chase—and all I can think about is how they’re totally full of your cum! Can you imagine if you were licking my pussy all day?”
I close my eyes, and, far from the first time today, imagine Kara’s hot, tasty cunt pressed up against my lips.
“I can,” I tell her. “All too well.”
“Well,” she says, “Wouldn’t it make you too horny to think, too?”
“Mm. It does.”
“So…help me be less distracted then, hot stuff.”
When I open my eyes again, Kara is bent over the rack with her back arched and her ass sticking out. Her yoga pants are stretched so thin when she’s like that, I can imagine just pulling my fucking cock out and pressing it against them until they split at the seams.
“You’re a naughty little bitch, Kara. You know that, right?”
She grins. “You fucking love it.”
I sigh, shake my head, and finally—I give in.
“Okay,” I relent. “You fuckin’ asked for it.”
Chapter 17
Kara
Chase can’t resist me any longer, and it’s a damn good thing. I can’t walk away from today’s workout without giving it my all…but it’s fucking hard when I’m fucking horny! I really just need him to fuck the motivation into me and the distraction out of me.
I can’t focus on this fucking workout without his cock somewhere, god damn anywhere, inside of me today. I’ve had enough waiting.
Even if we weren’t in the gym alone, I’d fuck him right here, right now. The thought of his dick has me so wet I’m literally slipping on some of the equipment. And fuck the idea of squatting one more time if it’s not on Chase’s hard, fat cock.
“So, what’ll it b—” I start. I can’t finish my sentence, because before I can even move myself away from the bench, Chase is behind me, pressing his cock against my ass.
“What were you saying, Kara?” he asks playfully.
I know full well what he’s getting at, and I’m not stopping him. I wiggle my ass against him, feeling his cock twitch under the fabric.
I love how turned on he is by me. It’s so refreshing not to worry about getting him in the mood. He and Eric are always ready to fuck me.
“I was just thinking—”
“No,” Chase interrupts me. “No thinking allowed now. You want this cock…”
Then right there, I hear a RIIIIIPPP as his cock tears through the seam of my yoga pants. I’m not wearing panties beneath them, and he’s not playing around.
He shoves his huge, 12-inch schlong right into my pussy. I hadn’t braced myself for it, and I expected it to take a few tries, but no, his cock slides right in, almost like it was calculated and planned.
“…you’re getting this cock,” Chase finishes, smacking my ass for good measure.
I yelp and grip the bench so hard I tear into the leather with my nails.
I part my legs further and back my ass up against his body, letting his cock go deeper and harder into me. I lift myself up against the benching bar and leverage myself so I can push back against his cock as he fucks me.
I’ve been a sex-starved little slut all day, and now that I have full use of his big, throbbing dick, I’m going to take everything I can get. That huge, thick cock inside my cunt makes me feel like an addict getting a fix of her drug of choice. Chase’s cum is sexual heroin, and I’m fucking hooked.
Feeling Chase’s cock inside me is the kind of satisfaction I’ve been wanting all day. It’s more satisfying than any other workout he could have put me through.
As he pounds into me, I moan good and loud for him. I’m making so much noise, it’s echoing off the walls of the gym and bouncing back at us like a slutty echo chamber.
“Do you like this cock, you little slut?” he asks.
He fucking knows I do. There’s no faking this kind of shouting.
“Fuck yes, I do!” I squeal back through my teeth as he plows into my pussy.
“Of course you do. Hungry little cunts like yours can’t get enough of big cock, can they?”
“More,” I beg. “Please! Yes! MORE!”
He grabs my hips hard and starts pounding me back against him. It’s like he’s jerking himself off with my pussy instead of his hand. The slapping sound of our bodies echoes off the walls, joining the sound of my moans.
Having Chase let loose and ram into me like this is so fucking hot. I love being drilled into like the hot little slice I am.
My pussy is so fucking wet from Chase’s cock slamming in and out of me. I pant and whine as I explode in orgasm all over Chase’s cock, splashing my cum all over the workout bench.
I think I hear my yoga pants tearing even more as I continue gushing honey all over in an intense, wild orgasm. I look down and see that I’ve torn into the leather bench so hard with my nails I can see exactly where my fingers were when I lift them away.
Oops.
Chase slows down, well aware that I’ve cum all over him. He pants with me and pulls out.
“Over there. Now,” he commands. He points over to the squatting equipment.
Being ordered around by an Army Ranger, former mafia hitman and convict, body-building dream boat, and billionaire is enough to get a girl ready for a second round of fucking. Seriously—fucking Chase is like fucking five dudes at once.
We walk over, and as we do, I slip off my shoes and pull off my socks in the next couple of steps.
I’ve completely given up on underwear as workout gear. They just get sweaty, make me less flexible, and panty lines just aren’t as sexy as going commando.
I’m sure Chase appreciates that. Especially considering it’s one less barrier in the way of fucking me. Letting him just take control and hone in on our primal instincts adds such a hot, thrilling element to our time together.
He hooks his arms through the squat bar while it’s locked in place against the equipment. He pushes his hips forward, presenting his hard, slick cock in front of me.
“Get to work,” he orders me. His words―well, more his tone―put me under a spell. I have no need to argue or test him. I just do exactly what he tells me to.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I respond as I drop down to my knees. His cock is right in front of my face.
His huge, veiny, sexy, thick cock. If he made a mold of this fucker, it would sell. It would sell more than those big-name porn star cocks in the sex shops. It’s literally perfect.
I hungrily shove his shaft against my lips. I slobber all over it. The head and shaft of his cock are dripping with my saliva as I run my tongue all over every inch I can—all twelve of them.
Once his cock is all spit-soaked, I wrap my lips around it and suck it hard against my tongue. I grind the tip of it against the roof of my mouth, twisting my entire head as I take as much of it as I can.
Chase moans in approval and starts pumping his hips against my face. His feet are planted firmly on the floor, and he’s using his core strength to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.
I happily swallow the head of his cock, sliding it down into my tight throat. I moan, letting the sound vibrate against his huge fucking dick. He moans even louder back at me.
His cock twitches in my throat. I relax my esophagus like a fucking pro, opening it as much as possible, inviting him to come in my mouth.
He thrusts hard and fast against my lips. I take one hand and cup his balls. He growls in primal hunger as I start to massage them.
“I’m coming!” he shouts.
Fuck yes. I need him to co
me for me. I love my protein shakes, but it’s so disappointing that the flavor dilutes what I really fucking want.
More cum. More and more and more. As much as my greedy little tongue can fucking get!
My need to savor the flavor of his cum takes over. I grip the base of his cock, forcing the head into my mouth, right against the back of my tongue. His seed gushes over my tongue and waterfalls down my throat, so I get to taste every delicious drop of his massive load.
I’m in fucking heaven. Drinking his cum turns me on so much that my clit is already swollen, and my pussy lips are aching for more dick.
I look up at Chase as I stroke his cock. He barely softens up at all after he blows his load, and as I stroke him, I feel it grow in my hand. He’s back to full hardness already—fuck me, I’m a lucky girl.
Chase pulls his arms down from the bar and runs it through my hair.
“Not satisfied yet, Kara? What do you want, slut?” he asks.
I love it when he calls me a slut. It’s so fucking fun embracing how much I love pumping this man meat.
“Lie down. I want to give you what you want,” I say as an idea comes to me.
Chase looks interested, but wary. For a second, I don’t think he’s going to comply. As a former soldier, he’s obviously not very good at taking orders—or maybe when his dick is out, he’s just used to being the one in control.
I only know I have his trust and cooperation when he lowers himself to the floor right beneath the squatting equipment.
I grab an unused towel and dab between my thighs with it, soaking up a little extra honey. Then I throw it over his face.
“It’s a surprise, so don’t look,” I explain.
“God,” Chase moans, inhaling my scent off the towel. “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”
I grab the weights I want to use and add them to either side of the bar. I get myself into position, placing the bar across my back as I plant my feet on either side of Chase’s body.
I lower myself down in a deep, deep squat, right onto his hard, expectant cock. I moan loud and tighten my grip on the bar.
Chase pulls the makeshift blindfold off of his face and sees me, squatting the proper weight in proper form—all while I’m mounting his cock.