Gym Junkie

The mood has instantly gone from crazy arousal to something else that I just can’t put my finger on.

“You tell me when to stop, Pock,” he whispers as he kisses me softly.

I nod nervously.

He lifts my dress over my head, and then slowly undoes my bikini top, throwing it to the side. His dark eyes roam over my bare breasts and I swallow my fear.

My heart begins to pulse at a frantic pace.

I can feel the heat from his gaze as I stand silent, awaiting instruction.

There’s no mistaking who’s in control when he touches me.

We both know I’ll do anything he wants. His thumb dusts back and forth over my erect nipple, his smile growing as he watches himself touching me.

His eyes rise to meet mine, and then he slowly bends and takes my nipple in his mouth.

My eyes close. Fuck.

He moves to the other side and repeats the process, only he bites me this time. Enough that I jump, but not enough to hurt me.

My head tips back to the ceiling and I put my hands in his hair as he works my breasts. He stands and takes my jaw in his hand, his eyes searching mine. “Here’s how it’s going to go, Pock,” he whispers. “I’m going to spread you out.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. I feel like I can’t breathe.

“And I’m going to lick you up.” His voice has dropped to a deep, husky tone—one that calls to me on another level.

He grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and brings my face to his.

“And I’m going to fill you up so fucking good.”

He kisses me aggressively, and God, I could come just from this. He bites my bottom lip as he pulls away, and I whimper from the loss of him.

Brock slowly slides my bikini bottoms down my legs and pushes me back until I fall onto the bed. He then arranges me exactly how he wants me.

He spreads my legs wide.

My breath quivers with nerves and I close my eyes to try and calm myself down.

Just relax, just relax, I chant in my head.

With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly takes his T-shirt off over his head and throws it to the side. His broad chest has a sunkissed tan from today. I can see every muscle in his arms and shoulders.

Good God.

He slides his shorts down his legs until all he’s wearing is his grey boxers. He leaves those on, and I know it’s so that he doesn’t scare me.

I watch him circle me around the bed. It’s as if he’s trying to work out where to start.

His dark eyes flicker with arousal. “You look so fucking beautiful right now, I can hardly stand it.”

I smile softly, and he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “Calm down, Pocket,” he whispers. “I won’t hurt you.”

I nod. “Okay,” I whisper.

He bends and picks up my foot, kissing the bottom of it while he looks up at me. His open mouth trails up my leg slowly, and I hitch in a breath.

When he gets to my upper thigh, he looks me straight in the eyes and inhales deeply.

Oh God, I have to close my eyes to block him out. This is too much. I can’t deal with watching him do this.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? He’s sniffing my vagina.

Fuck’s sake.

He spreads the lips of my sex open and stares at me for an extended moment. “Perfect pink,” he whispers.

My heart is hammering in my chest.

“Come up here,” I whimper, holding my arms out for him. This is too intimate.

I can’t do it.

“Shh,” he whispers before bending down and kissing my open sex.

My head falls back and I nearly buck off the bed.

Holy fucking shit.

“Calm. I need you calm, Pocket,” he mumbles against me. His tongues slides through my wet flesh, and he closes his eyes in pleasure while I shiver with a sensation overload.

He starts to lick me, deeper and deeper, my back arching off the bed.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls.

I start to tremble. I can’t hold it. Oh no.

How embarrassing. He’s hardly touched me but I convulse as an orgasm rips through me.

My hand goes to the top of his head. “Brock,” I whimper.

He smiles as he continues to lick me up and down, his hands pulling me apart. “Brock, I can’t,” I pant as I try to close my legs. “We need to warm up to this,” I beg. “It’s too much. Just get on me.”

He sits up, his lips glistening with my arousal, and he slowly licks them as he considers my request.

“Baby, I’ve hardly touched you,” he whispers.

I hold my hand out for him. “Kiss me. Just kiss me,” I plead. “Just… can we work up to this, please?”

He stares at me for a moment, as if confused. “You want me to kiss you?”