Page 79 of Gym Bros
“I’m really fucking close,” he tells me, like it’s some secret he shouldn’t be sharing.
I’m not too far from another orgasm myself. I’m only semi-hard, but with the way he’s “plowing” me and his abs grinding up and down my cock, I might be in for a first here, too.
He kisses the ultra-sensitive spot underneath my ear and shortens his strokes, bottoming out on each one and pounding my amazing prostate. “Right there—holy shit—do that—don’t stop,” I tell him.
He groans and doesn’t stop kissing or fucking mejust like that.
Even when he comes—and I can tell by his groan and the rough stutter his body gives—he keeps fucking me until I let out a sharp cry of surprise. The second orgasm is deep and nearly gut wrenching. I clench hard on his cock and squeeze his body tight to me as my cock releases another load between our abs.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, still moving like he’s determined to go until he’s either totally soft or hard all over again.
But I can’t take anymore. I slide my hands down to his ass and hold him deep inside me while I tremble through a strong aftershock. His body relaxes, smothering me, and I don’t give a fuck.
I stare at the ceiling as he catches his breath against my neck. Carefully I slide my legs off his shoulders and the backs of my knees wind up in the bend of his elbows.
I can’t fucking believe I just did that.
I’m notproud of how quickly I wiggled my way out from under Samuel to get to the shower. To be clear, I’m not trying to cleanse myself because I feel dirty or anything—I mean—I do feel dirty but not like—anyway…I just need to get my head back on straight.
And my cum off my abs.
My poor ass. Whatever endorphins were at play during thatappalling lapse of judgment did a lot to conceal the fact that he was hammering me with a very big dick. It’s the good kind of sore, but it’s definitely sore.
I’m at a complete loss as to what to think about myself.
The shower doesn’t help. I stay in there slightly longer than necessary—about fifteen minutes—and afterward, I slide on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. No underwear. I avoid my underwear drawer entirely because I can’t get the image of him sniffing my panties out of my head or the way it made me feel, which I can’t even put into words.
Wordless mush. That’s all that’s happening in my head.
“The sandwiches are here,” Samuel says when I come downstairs.
He’s all put back together, shoes and everything, looking like nothing happened. My clothes are folded in a small stack on the couch, though—so there’s some proof.
He looks—bigger.
Taller and broader and just overall larger than he did when I got home with him, and I don’t know if that’s because I know how I fit with him now or because I wasn’t paying attention before.
He’s got my attention as he pulls a stool out at the kitchen island and unwraps his sandwich while he watches me creep over to the coffee table to pick up my wine. Fuck, I barely had any. I can’t even blame this on alcohol. It’s still even kind of cold, and there’s steam rising from his sandwich.
How long did I hold out for exactly? Five minutes? Ten?I came twice.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, when I haven’t said anything.
“Mmhm.” I say, a small sound of assent. I’m hungry. I’m also freaking out.
“So, you were saying something about dating—but you never said, do you like going on dates?”
“Um…” I make my way toward the kitchen, guzzling the wine. I open the fridge to pour myself another glass. “Sometimes.”
“I’ve never really dated before,” he says between mouthfuls. The man can eat a cheesesteak, I’ll give him that. He’s already devoured half of it. And I don’t know why, but there’s something about watching him eat it that’s killer sexy. He’s got a great jaw. Nice mouth, too. I shiver when I think of where it’s been.
“Not interested?” I ask. “No time?”
“Both. You can sit with me. I’m not gonna bite you.” He winks. “Or tickle you.”
Oh my God.
My turkey sandwich is already waiting on the island in the spot next to him, so I take the seat, wincing a little at how hard the chair feels against my butt. “Sorry,” I say. “Did you want something to drink?”
