Oops, I've Fallen

Have mercy.

I swear to God, my mouth starts salivating over the idea of sucking one perfect pink nipple into my mouth.

But then I quickly realize that we’re in the goddamn Sunny Creek gym, and I look around with wide eyes just to be sure no one else has managed to show up while I’ve been too busy gawking at her.

“We’re the only ones here,” she whispers. “And I might’ve locked the door on my way in, so…”

I meet her mischievous gaze. “You locked the entrance door to the gym?”

“Uh-huh.”

I can’t stop myself then. Leaning forward, I suck one pert nipple into my mouth, and Carly shifts around in my lap as several moans drop from her lips. “So, let me get this straight,” I say, releasing her right breast with a loud pop and moving to the left. My lips hover over her skin, just barely grazing her nipple. “You couldn’t sleep. So, you got up way earlier than you normally do and decided to come to the gym.”

“Yes,” she whimpers and tries to push her nipple into my mouth, but I keep her steady.

“And when you got to the gym, you figured it was a good idea to lock the door?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she purrs.

“You didn’t come here to work out, did you, Carly?” I question, and she doesn’t respond. Instead, she shifts her hips backward and forward so her pussy rubs against my cock in the most frustratingly pleasurable way.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I ask, my lips now close to her ear. “Tell me why you came to the gym, and I’ll make whatever you say happen.”

She leans back and meets my gaze, shock and surprise mixed with downright giddiness heating up her blue eyes. “Promise?”

“I swear.”

Carly presses her lips to mine, taking my mouth into a heady kiss, and she doesn’t stop kissing me until she gently fastens her teeth around my bottom lip and tugs. “I came here because I want you to fuck me.”

My analytical brain takes a quick inventory of our current situation.

You’re in the one room of the Sunny Creek community gym where the only windows sit high on the walls, nearly twelve feet from the floor, and she locked the door on her way in, so…

“You want me to fuck you, Carly? Right here?”

She nods, and her eyes glaze over with the kind of heat that makes all rational thought fly out the damn door. “Right now.”

Fuck. Me.

“Hold tight, sweetheart,” I say, gripping her ass with my hands as I stand up from the bench. Carly squeals a little from the sudden movement, but she still manages to wrap her thighs around my waist as I carry us over to the wall of mirrors.

A little pout forms at the corner of her lips when I ease her back to her feet, but I don’t bother explaining what I have planned. Frankly, it’s something I’ve imagined in this very gym a thousand times.

“Turn around and put both of your hands on the mirror. And whatever you do, don’t move them from that position, okay?”

“Okay.” Her eyes flash with excitement, and I watch with rapt attention as Carly turns her body around, placing both hands on the mirror. She stares at me in the reflection, and I step forward to grip her hips, gently pulling her body back a step and nudging her legs farther apart with my knee.

I move back to take in the view of her—her tits bare, her back slightly arched, and her sexy little body splayed out in the most delectable way. I lick my lips.

“I stand by what I said earlier,” I say, and she quirks an eyebrow at me in the mirror.

“These leggings should be fucking illegal. Your ass looks too good in them,” I explain. “But now that I have you like this, I need to see what that ass of yours looks like bare of anything.”

Carly shivers.

I make good on my word. Hands to the top elastic of her tight pants, I grip the material and slowly pull them down her body until they rest just above her knees.

“Oh yeah,” I whisper. “That’s much better.” One index finger to her spine, I run it down her skin, past her lower back, over the curve of her ass, and I don’t stop until I hook that finger down and around and slide inside, where she’s already wet and ready for me.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart.”

She pants out a breath, and I slide my finger in and out of her.

“God, Ryan.” Carly lolls her head back. “That feels good.”

“You want me to keep going with my finger, or do you want my cock?”

“Your cock,” she whimpers. “Definitely your cock.”

With two fingers now moving in and out of her, I use my other hand to free my arousal from my shorts and boxer briefs. I’m so fucking hard I could probably hammer nails. And Carly’s eyes flash with desire as she watches me.