Page 143 of Gym Bros
I was hoping to do more of a reveal, because I’ve never worn anything remotely like this body stocking, but I’m literally dribbling ice cubes on my chest by the time Samuel steps out of the overly steamy bathroom. “Jesus fuck,” he says upon seeing me.
“I couldn’t wait. You better lose five pounds in this heat.”
“From what you told me, hot yoga is worse. I only set it at eighty-five.”
“Eighty-five, huh? Wow. Feels like one-twenty.”
“Is that ice?” he asks, tossing aside his towel and climbing onto the bed.
“It was,” I tell him.
“Did I ever tell you you’re the best workout buddy ever?”
“No.”
“Well, you are. My sexy little gym bro.” He grabs my white fishnet covered calves and starts pressing searing hot kisses to them. The garment covers my chest, which I don’t usually do, but felt like it was worth a try when I came across this thing on the internet. “I’m not the only one getting creative,” he says.
“Gotta keep your eyes on me at all times. Didn’t work tonight, though.”
“If you’d been walking around in this, I promise I’d have been paying a lot more attention.”
“Technically, I was walking around in this.”
“That’s what you get for keeping secrets, then,” he says, moving his mouth up my inner thighs.
Ouch. I don’t want to think about my conversation with Rachel, so I find my dick and start stroking it. This body stocking has cutouts everywhere. The sides, the crotch, a keyhole opening at the chest. It’s the sluttiest thing I’ve ever seen, which is why I had to get one.
Samuel is both wet from the shower, and sweat is already beading on his shorn scalp. “I’m assuming we can’t open a window…” I say.
“Defeats the whole purpose. I need a good workout, so this might require some edging.”
I laugh. “Do you even know how to do that?”
“Just be a good partner and tell me when you’re getting close. I’m gonna need you to flip over.”
“Is that my only job?”
“Your primary job is to be a good little hole for me.”
I bite my lip and try not to laugh because that shouldn’t be funny, and it shouldn’t turn me on, but fuck, I love him.
“You’re gonna miss my face,” I warn him.
“I know where to find it,” he says and sits back.
I do as I’m told and turn over.
“That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” he says, seeing the cut out between my cheeks. “I was prepared to start ripping.”
“I’ll be disappointed if you don’t rip it a little.”
“Mm…baby,” he says, taking my ass in his hands and spreading it open. “You’re killing me.”
“Yeah?”
“Like—” He spits on my ass. “I feel like I must really mean something to you for you to dress up for me and give me this perfect hole. Putting yourself through all the rigors of training just for me.”
“It’s actually easier for me this way because I don’t have to see all the bruises.”
