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thirty-eight

Skylar

Following my exhausting day, I simply craved lounging on Chase’s couch and zoning out with The Housewives of Nashville playing in the background. I sent him a message on the way home and grinned when he told me he would be in the building gym.

I check the time while parking near the entrance.

I walk in and he’s on his back on a workout bench, lifting dumbbells over his head. He’s breathing in time as he lifts over his head, then slowly releases down. He sets down the dumbbells, turning to me.

“Hi,” He says in a raspy breath.

“Hi, you about done in here?” I ask.

“What, you don’t want to watch me work out?” he grins.

“As much fun as that would be for any other girl, I’m not particularly into watching a dude work out for fun.”

“You know, at this time of night, no one is ever in here. Well, except me.”

“Okay, and why do I need to know that?”

“I bet I can lift that skirt and have my way with you.”

I drop my purse and fake a gasp. “Oh my, have your way with me. That would be horrible. But no, not in here. You can have your way with me all you want upstairs. There’s still a chance that someone could walk in. Besides, there are windows over there.”

“First, there’s a lock on the door. Second, no security will come in here for about an hour since the guy just checked in and scanned his code or whatever they scan.

And third, that window is one way only, from the outside, you can’t see in.

” He makes valid points. “And besides, it would be kind of hot.”

“Hot?”

“We can add it to the fun places that we’ve hooked up in.”

“The only places we’ve hooked up in would be my place and yours.” I deadpan.

“Well, we can start a list. This can be our number one spot.”

I take a deep breath. I closed and locked the gym door. I know I shouldn’t. I can’t say no to his smile. I unbutton my blouse and step toward him.

“Leave everything on.” He demands, “and come over here.”

I do as he says and bend at the waist.

He’s shirtless, a little sweaty, but devastatingly handsome.

I run my hand across his chest as I kiss him. His hand moves up and finds my breast, while his other hand wraps around my neck, holding me to him. We kiss slowly as if we’re in no hurry, even with how public this space technically is.

My fingers trace the waistband of his shorts, and I reach inside. My fingertips brush against his hardness, and I wrap them around his shaft and squeeze. I hold his cock, stroking his shaft from tip to base, and lick my lips. I pull his shorts down, baring his cock, and my mouth dries up.

“Yes.” He breathes into the kiss. “Wrap your hands on my cock, squeeze me.”

“Like this?” I ask, adding pressure.

“Yes. Now, fuck, now stroke it. Linger at the tip. That’s where it’s most sensitive, yes.” I do as he says, “Yes, just like that. Oh God.” He presses his head harder against the bench and squeezes his eyes shut. With shaky breaths, he breathes heavily.

I release his cock a moment later and stand.

I pull my panties down, step out of them, and lift my skirt as I move a leg over his body.

I grab his cock and stroke him again, before I seat myself on him.

I lift and descend as I watch him unfold underneath me.

My eyes flutter closed while I bounce on his cock, slowing down to a grind with his hands gripping my ass.

I look up and notice a mirror in front of me.

My blouse is on, but it’s unbuttoned. The lace of my bra is barely holding as I move on him.

I watch the reflection of us in the mirror.

My breasts are bouncing up and down, my jaw is slack, and as he reaches up my body, his fingers touch my lips and I suckle them into my mouth, my tongue mimicking what my pussy does to him as I clench.

I have one leg bent on the bench beside his waist and the other is firmly on the ground as I’m holding onto the gym station while I work up and down on his cock. His hands move to grip my waist. He holds me tightly, moving me up and down on him.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,” I mumble quietly, with my eyes closed in pure pleasure. “I’m going to. I’m going to.”

“Come on my cock, baby. Come on my cock. Make your pussy squeeze my cock.”

My hands grip the columns tightly as I use the station as an anchor while pleasure races through my body, as I feel my pussy pulsate while I temporarily lose my eyesight.

I take a deep breath as I slow my movements.

Chase’s hands grip my waist, languidly moving me up and down on him.

I look down at him and grin. “Let’s get you yours. ”

“Honestly, just having you come on my cock is enough,” I pierce him with a look, “okay, okay. If you insist. Turn around.”

I lift slightly, keeping his cock still inside me, and turn around, so my back is facing him.

I lean forward and plant my hands on the surface between his legs, then I lift my hips up and down.

He sits up, and his hand moves to my stomach.

He grips my middle and pumps into me rapidly as he kisses my neck.

“Goddamn,” He huffs, pulling out of me. He moves me over and onto my back on the bench, leans over my body, and his lips crash against mine.

His cock presses against me, and I reach between our bodies and press him against my entrance as he pushes inside slowly.

He gasps into the kiss, but our tongues continue to tangle.

He pulls all the way out, then slowly pushes back in. His jaw goes slack, and his eyes roll. He does it again, and I clench and hold.

“Fuck, what did you just do? Your pussy feels so fucking tight. Fuck, just like that.” He groans.

He speeds up. His movements get erratic.

He pulls out, grabs his shaft, and comes. A stream of come erupts into his hand as he strokes.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, that was everything.”

I reach forward and grab his cock and stroke him until his body shudders. Releasing him, I look up. Our eyes connect, and he leans down and kisses me.

“Thank you for that,” he grins wickedly. “We need to make a list now.”

“A list?” I ask with a light laugh.

“I feel like we just did something naughty. I liked it.”

“We did. Are you going to become an exhibitionist now? I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s not like you are a person who flies under the radar or anything.”

“That’s a good point. We’ll have to get crafty with our exhibitionist ways.”

“I didn’t say that I wanted to be an exhibitionist.”

“Be that as it may, you also haven’t said that you weren’t game for it.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I shake my head.

I stand, my legs a little shaky, and find my panties. I grab them and pull my skirt down to where I’m no longer exposed.

Chase walks over to the corner and picks up a spray bottle and paper towels, then returns to the bench.

Having wiped the surface, he also wiped both sides of the station’s column.

He returns the bottle and towels to the corner, then grabs his discarded clothing.

I take the moment to admire him. His body is perfectly toned.

He has ripples in all the right places and a tightness to his chest that you really don’t see in person.

He has thick thighs and an ass that is the perfect handful.

How did I get so lucky? He perfectly embodies a woman’s ideal man.

And he’s all mine.