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?”