He jumps, eyes flicking to meet mine in the mirror as he realizes I can see him.
A smirk pulls across my lips. I tense my core and put all my strength into the bar. A slow, steady lift to locked legs. An equally controlled descent deliberately lowers the weight to the floor, inch by inch. I pause briefly, then start another rep.
The smell of Jamie’s arousal fills the gym, and I push through more reps than I usually do. God, he’s a tantalizing motivator.
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JAMIE
My head spins as my body struggles to figure out where my blood should be. Between my muscles and my cock, there’s none left for my brain.
Morgan is…divine. Muscles ripple under her skin with every movement, her quads and ass and calves go hard as rock, her shoulder blades lock into place, her core and abs tighten… Watching it does somethingprofoundto me.
That’s not to mention the sweat rolling down her skin, her scent thickening in the room, the taste of her cunt lingering on my tongue.
I now appreciate how casual her previous shows of strength were, how little they revealed of her true capability. Seeing what she can reallydois… a new level of intoxicating.
How far could she throw me?
These shorts are so tight, and my cock aches with every step as I jog, but I don’t dare disobey Morgan. I would ache like this for her forever.
God, I’m pathetic. But the thought just makes me want her that much more.
Morgan knows exactly how to push my buttons, and it scares me in the best possible way.
When she loops a towel over her neck and walks towards me, the look in her eyes is absolutely predatory.
I feel like prey.
I’m running, running, but she’s closing the distance.
As she steps up to my side, her scent crackles like a bonfire. “Let’s see… Did you enjoy the show?”
Her eyes are on my cock through these shorts.Fuck.
She leans over and clicks up the speed on the treadmill. I jolt, forcing my legs to move faster, gripping the bars hard enough that my knuckles go white.
Morgan leans over me. “I want to see you sweat,” she breathes down my neck. “I want to see it beading up and rolling off.”
She clicks the up button again… and again…
I jog hard, breath aching in my lungs, not only from the effort.
“Does it hurt? Running so hard when you’re sohardfor me?”
Fuck. I stumble, struggling to stay upright.
Sweat rises on my skin, if only from the sheer heat of Morgan so close.
She leans down and sweeps her tongue across the bird tattoo on my ribs.
I yelp as electric sensation crackles down to my cock, my vision turns into a tunnel, and all my focus goes into staying upright.
But my body can’t keep up, and my legs go out from under me, and I’m falling—
Then I’m in Morgan’s arms, swept against her chest. I cling hard to her neck, adrenaline rattling through me.
Her scent is totally overwhelming.
