Gym Junkie

“I’m going to come,” I whisper.

His eyes rise to meet mine, and then he brings his fingertip to his mouth, wets it, and rubs it into my behind.

I convulse harder, and he pulls out, and in one quick movement pushes himself into my ass.

I scream out, and my face pushes up against the mirror.

He stills, realising that this is not something I’ve ever experienced before. He pulls my ear to his mouth. “Shh, baby,” he whispers as he tries to calm me. “I got you.”

“Ah,” I whimper.

“Shh.” He kisses my ear softly. “You can do this, Pocket.”

I drop my head as I try to deal with all of him.

“Kiss me,” he whispers. He takes my lips with his as his fingers move around to my clit. He circles it with just the right amount of pressure and my body begins to open for him.

I’ve never been owned like this.

He moans as he slides home again, and the power from his body forces me forward. My body contracts as the strongest orgasm I have ever had rips me apart.

“Yessss,” he growls out.

His eyes are hooded, his mouth hangs slack, and his smile is dark as he rides me hard. “That’s it, baby,” he chants. “That’s it.”

I continue to convulse from the orgasm as he rides me, the two of us covered in perspiration.

I’m in shock.

He grabs my face and brings it closer to his to kiss me deeply. I feel his cock jerk deep inside of me as he cries out against my lips.

He stills, and our faces rest up against each other’s as we pant.

What the fuck was that?

He’s still deep inside my behind when he tenderly cups my breast and kisses me softly over my shoulder.

Why does this feel intimate?

We kiss for an extended time until he whispers, “I’m going to pull out, baby.”

I frown, unsure why he’s telling me, but when he does I whimper. “Ouch.” That smarts.

He turns me towards him and pulls me under the shower to hold me close under the hot water while peppering me with kisses.

“That was insane,” he whispers against my skin.

If I could speak, I would but I’m completely overwhelmed, my body is still tremoring from the deep orgasm he’s just given me. My behind is burning. My sex is still on fire.

My morals… they’re completely shredded.

He lifts my face to his with his finger under my chin and my eyes meet his. “You ever done that before, Pock?” he asks softly.

I shake my head, filled with shame.

He smiles softly and kisses me again. “Feels good, huh?” He pulls me to his chest and holds me close. I nod against his skin.

What’s happening here?

I feel needy and attached. Am I that pathetic that amazing dirty sex is all it takes?

As if sensing my fragility, he carefully washes me as I stay tucked against his chest.

“You’re coming back to my house to sleep, Pocket. I want you next to me tonight.” He kisses my temple softly and I smile against him, feeling a little of my strength return.

“I don’t even have a towel,” I murmur. “I’m very unprepared for all this. What kind of gym junkie are you, anyway?”

He chuckles. “You get out first and use my towel. Just wait outside for me. I’ll stay here for a few moments and be right out.”

I get out of the shower and wrap the towel around me. Brock smiles as he watches me intently. I look down at myself and the water all over the bathroom floor.

I think there’s only one thing worse than ripping off your gym gear during a heated bathroom sex romp, and that’s doing the walk of shame while trying to put tights and a sports bra back on when you’re still half wet and the guy who just fucked you is watching. Tights are hard to get on when I’m dry and alone in my bedroom. This is just appalling.

Kill me now.

I smile in embarrassment. “Will you turn around?”

He frowns. “What for?”

“Because…” I wobble my head around to try and articulate myself. “I would like some privacy, please.”

He raises his eyebrow sarcastically. “After what we just did, you want privacy to put tights on?”

I widen my eyes as if he’s stupid. “Yes.”

He shakes his head and turns his back to me, continuing to wash himself instead.

I dry myself quickly and then peel my panties out of my tights. I have to hop around to get them on. Of course, they fall into the water and get soaking wet. Damn it.

I try to distract him. “Look at me, just the poor, unsuspecting gym attendee who happened to get accosted in the bathroom.”

“Yeah right.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You weren’t involved in any of that at all.”

“I wasn’t actually,” I tease as I continue to dress.

“Stop talking shit or I’m going to bend you over and do it again.” He leans out of the shower and slaps my behind. I yelp and swat him away. “I seem to remember hearing the words: fuck me, Brock. Fill me up. Give me what I need.” He widens his eyes. “Sound familiar?”