Page 145 of Gym Bros
Helplessly, I come again because his earnest determination to turn fucking into an actual workout is as sexy as it is endearing. Some might say ridiculous, but that just goes to show what a fool I am for him in general. Rachel’s right about one thing, I realizeafter I stop trying to keep track of when one orgasm starts and the next one starts—I do need to tell him I love him before his fight.
I need to tell him because I need it off my chest and also just in case something happens to him. I need to tell him he’s the best fucking thing that ever happened to me and I never, ever saw him coming. That I can’t even consider my life without him anymore.
I’m in a heap on his chest when he calls the next time out.
“How many rounds?” I ask.
“Just one more, angel. Five minutes each—just like a match.”
That was only ten minutes? Why do I feel a year older?
“Remember that time in the shower?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Full body workout,” he says.
“Fuck.”
“Exactly. Also, I really need to come.”
He hands me some water, and I drink it. He takes a long sip after me and lifts me off his chest. I watch in a daze as he puts more lube on his very angry and impatient looking erection. His balls are a violent purple. I don’t object to the lube this time. If we’re going to keep going, I’ll need it, especially since he hasn’t come yet.
He hops off the bed like he’s not even winded and scoops me up along with him. “You’re like the Hulk right now,” I say.
“Hulk horny.”
“Hulk needs to fucking chill.”
He grins. “Five more minutes. Then I’ll open a window.”
“Okay.”
I have to brace my hands on the bedroom wall while he hefts me onto his forearms and gets his cock into position.
“Now let go,” he says.
“Babe…”
“Let me do all the work.”
“Ugh…”
I grab his wrists, and he proceeds to bounce me on his cock while he grunts and groans and makes all the man noises implying an effort is being made.
I can’t get off anymore. I’m wrung dry. I’m no longer animate. More like one of Beauty’s squeaky toys. Noisy and floppy and damp from overuse.
But then Samuel presses his forehead to my back, and I stop bouncing. He releases a jagged breath down my back and holds his cock still, very, very deep. It throbs once, twice, and suddenly I’m desperate to come again.
I wrap a hand around my cock and tug furiously at it.
“Fuck, baby. That’s right. That’s so good.”
He moves me up and down slowly, filling and stimulating every inch of my overused hole. I hold onto his arm for dear life as my body arches to accommodate the sharp, wild contractions wrecking me again. An impressive jet of cum exits my dick, and I definitely sob this time.
In some new superhero maneuver, Samuel turns me to face him, and I wrap my legs around his waist, still sobbing but on his shoulder now. My cock, smashed against him, feels like a livewire.
He kisses my sweaty neck. Hot, wet kisses that send shivers down my arms and back. “Window,” I whimper.
