Page 144 of Gym Bros
“Oh, that’s it, huh?” I hear the lube open, but he doesn’t give any to me. Over my shoulder I watch him push his cock through his fist.
“Not too much,” I tell him.
“It’s barely any,” he assures me.
Our eyes meet, and he tests my opening with a few nudges of his dick. I guess foreplay is over. Maybe I deserve it. I should probably stop giving him shit about his training injuries. He’s bound to have a limit somewhere.
Bearing down, I let him in, and we both make a noise. His sounds like relief, and mine is more like I’ve been struck. “Mm, you feel bigger.”
“You feel tighter,” he says, drawing his length slowly back and forth like he’s relishing every inch. “I’m gonna do some ofthat lower back work,” he tells me before planting his hands on the bed, bending over me and isolating his hips to thrust.
I make a non-sensical noise consisting of p’s and h’s, unable to keep myself from matching his rhythm. I get that he’s supposed to be doing the work here, but goddamn this feels good.
“Baby?” he asks.
I respond with a whining, “Uh-huh?”
“Remember to tell me if you get close.”
“Okay, babe. I will.”
“Grab the headboard, angel,” he says.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I mewl.
Sam lets out a satisfied growl and punches into me with more purpose. I reach for the headboard and hang on. “That’s it, gorgeous. We’re gonna find out how long this gorgeous pussy can take this thick cock tonight.”
I moan at the words. I want to tell him it’s not a fair playing field with the heater on, but I don’t have it in me. Anyway, if I pass out, I’ll just be able to do my part longer.
“Bear with me,” he says. “I’m gonna try something different.”
His cock slides out of me, and his hands appear on either side of my face. I look back to see him moving from his knees to his feet. Oh, wow. I arch my back a little more, seeing where this is headed.
“Gotta incorporate the big muscle groups,” he says.
“Right,” I whisper, just before he plunges back inside. I’ve only ever seen this position in porn, but I instantly love it. The angle is a direct hit to my prostate, and it makes my entire body destabilize. “Close, babe.” I cry out. “Fuck.”
“Just don’t collapse on me,” he says.
“Mmph…’kay.”
I scramble into a more stable position with my elbows on the mattress and tighten my core. He drills my prostate, the bedbouncing like crazy, and it’s all insanely stimulating. Almost immediately my body detonates with one of those terrible, awful, mind-melting, body blazing prostate orgasms that feels like it’s remaking my insides.
“Hang in there, baby,” he says. “Just a few more sets. That feels fucking incredible by the way. When you come on my cock.”
“Okay,” I whimper, or maybe sob.
I might be going crazy, but I think he’s counting down. From some really high number. I catch twenty-seven and then twelve before a second orgasm rips up my legs and spine and causes me to gush cum. It’s not a big load or a spray, but what it does to my body is intense as fuck.
Everything is wet. His sweat is dripping onto my back, and my hair is drenched. My face is too hot to keep planting it into the pillows, so I turn to the side and try to breathe.
It’s so stuffy. I’m gasping.
“Two minute time out,” he calls. When he slides out of me this time, I do collapse. His strong hands rub my splayed thighs, giving me a good massage. He’s breathing heavy, too, which I guess means this is working.
Good. I push up on one hand and try to fan myself with the other. He leans in and blows on my neck. His breath is still warm, but the moving air helps a little. “I’ll give you a ride for round two.”
Round two works his glutes. He has me sit on top of him while he hammers me from below—a unique partner bridge variation I feel like I could trademark. This one shows strength and speed, like he’s really pushing that cardio.
