“I’m sorry if that’s moving too fast,” Eric says. I can feel him breathing in my hair, kissing the waves and tracing his nose against my scalp. “I’ve never done this before—I’m just making this up as I go, really.”
“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.