“Want to come for a run?”
“Why on earth would you add ‘for a run’ to that? ‘Want to come?’ was perfectly sufficient,” he grumbles. I laugh out loud, turning in his arms to face him.
“If you make me come first, I’ll never go for a run. My legs will turn to jelly and I won’t move. But,” I add, “if we go for a run first, then you can fuck me in the shower while we both get clean or even dirtier, however you want to look at it.” He groans in my ear, pushing his hips into mine.
“You sure?” His hard cock rubs against my stomach. I falter for a few seconds, I’m ashamed to say, I do falter. Somehow, I find the strength to drag my body away from his and out of bed.
“Come on oldie, up and at them,” I laugh.
Fifteen minutes later we’re heading down a trail towards the loch; I’ve already mapped out my run, having looked yesterday at the route I want to take. I hope Gray’s up for the ten-mile round trip.
“You set the pace, sweetheart,” Gray says as we hit the road.You got it, babe.I smirk to myself.
My lungs are burning, the cold December air feeling incredible with every breath I draw in. Everything here is so fresh, so pure. It’s nothing like running the streets of the city, or on a treadmill at the gym. The views here are outstanding, I could come up here again just to run. We’re about four miles in, just over a mile to go before we reach the caravan park I’ve marked as our halfway point. I glance at my watch, checking our pace; I’m a little slower than I want. I pick it up slightly and hear Gray huff just behind me. I turn around, running backwards to face him.
“Alright back there?” I smile. He gives me the evil stink eye.
“Still here, aren’t I?” He puffs. I laugh and turn back around. We can pause at the park for a few, I think to myself.
“You definitely picked up the pace on the way back,” Gray wheezes, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants. He’s right, I did, but I always do. The first half of my run is the warm-up, the ease into it; the last half is where I go for it. Where I kill myself; run myself into the ground.
“You need to get up and stretch,” I say to him, he’s currently laying on the ground, arms flung over his head. “The cold is going to do yourmuscles no good at all.” I lean over him, lending him my arm to help him up.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he mutters, finally up off the hard freezing ground. I just grin at him. “No wonder you’re so fucking tiny, running like that all the time,” he mumbles to himself.
“You told me to set the pace.”
“I thought you were going to do a normal run, not a fucking marathon.”
“Well, you thought wrong,” I laugh. “And it was only ten miles.” If looks could kill, I’d be dead. Gone. Lying out here on the cold grass of the estate without a pulse.
“When I can’t move at the wedding tomorrow, you only have yourself to blame.”
“It’s good practise for in a couple of years when I have to help you around anyway. What with me being so much younger than you and all.” He lunges for me. I squeal and just manage to dodge his hands, hightailing it to our room with him quick on my tail.
“You’re going to pay for that, baby girl.”
“Promises, promises,” I shout behind me. I hear his laughter, he’s much closer than he was before.
Chapter 8
Grayson
“Five,” she gasps.
“Five more, baby. Keep counting for me,” I raise my hand, bringing it down hard on her ass cheek. Her skin flushing a beautiful dark pink.
“Six,” she cries. I bring my hand down twice more in quick succession. “Seven, eight,” she whimpers out.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, rubbing my hand over her reddening ass cheeks, easing the ache. “Two more for me. Remind me why we’re doing this?”
“Because I was bad,” she moans.
“That’s right, baby. You were a little brat last night, a brat this morning and then you ran from me.” My hand comes down hard, her gasped number nine causing my cock to harden further,pressing into her stomach.
“Spread your legs a little more for me, baby, let me see my cunt.” Her legs spread further, showing me her glistening slit. She’s so wet she’s dripping, leaving a damp spot on my joggers.
“Last one,” I murmur. This time my hand comes down and spanks her pussy. She shrieks, her back arching, her body seeking the release it needs; that extra stimulation I’m not giving her. Yet.
