Page 116 of Over Time Advantage

“It belongs to me. It exists for my pleasure and only my pleasure.”

He nods again. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” He briefly closes his eyes. “Christ, Fallon, you feel so good. Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me your fantasy, or it will be over before it starts.”

I look around until my eyes find the rack holding resistance bands. Nodding toward them and at the large, high, multifunctional, all-in-one machine, I say, “I want you to tie my wrists with those and tether me up there. I want to watch while you go through your workout until I’m on the verge. And then I want you to fuck my brains out while we stand right there.”

A burst of pre-ejaculate spurts from his tip as he lets out a deep, long moan. I wipe it with my other thumb and suck it into my mouth. “Hmm, so good.”

His lips part and his piercing green eyes darken. Want and need practically ooze from him.

With my hand back on his cock, I get on my tippy toes and nibble on his lower lip. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you’re craving it.”

His fingers twitch. “Fallon,” he breathes, “you need to stop. I won’t last.”

I withdraw my hand from his shorts, and he groans at the loss. His shorts are beautifully tented. I can’t wait to watch him work out with a massive boner. That was the only thing missing from the online videos.

I look around the room until I find his phone. “One more thing, my love. I want to film this so I can relive it while I fuck my fingers on the nights we’re apart.”

His eyes widen in shock. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I trust you. Do you and Pierce share the same cloud account?” I ask.

“What’s a cloud account?” he asks.

I can’t help but let out a laugh. Running my fingers through his scruff, I say, “I don’t know how you do it, but you manage to be both cute and sexy at the same time. Are you ready for this?”

He nods enthusiastically.

I walk over to his phone, position it, then hit the record button. While I do that, he retrieves the necessary resistance band.

I make my way to the giant all-in-one machine and lift my hands in the air, letting him know I’m ready.

He gently wraps the blue band around my wrists and then loops it through the top bar, securing me to it. I’m fully at his mercy now.

His eyes move up and down my body as his fingertips ever so gently trace the same path before he lifts my silk nightie above my head and wraps it around my wrists too. His eyes study my naked body. “You’re so perfect,” he breathes almost too quietly to hear.

If he only understood just how imperfect I am. He’s the perfect one.

He turns and picks up his abandoned barbells from the floor before continuing his curls with his legs spread. I don’t know how much weight it is, but it’s a lot. His biceps take form, complete with bulging veins. Beads of sweat begin to dot his skin again.

He then does triceps extensions with even heavier weights before doing squats with a weighted bar. I take in his bare feet. They’re so big. My two feet together aren’t as long as his one. So damn hot.

His thick quad muscles expand and contract. His mouthwatering boner hasn’t broken stride. It’s present and looks painful, but he pays it no attention as he gives me every second of the fantasy he knows I crave.

I have to rub my legs together to get some relief. My inner thighs are drenched. “I ache for you to slide into me with that monster cock of yours.”

“I ache to be inside you. I want to feel you losing control under my touch. I want to see your eyes roll back and know I’m the reason.” He stares at my center in wonderment. “I can see your juices dripping down your legs. Are you going to squirt for me tonight like a good girl?”

I nod, having no doubt that I will. My body is on fire right now. “Please,” I beg, “take me. I’m yours. I’m ready.”

“Yes you are, but not yet. You wanted a show. I’m going to give you one.” An uncharacteristically devious smile takes form on his lips. He’s into this whole scene. It only adds to the appeal.

He then proceeds to increase the intensity of his workout for at least fifteen minutes. I think he exercises every muscle in his body until they’re all at peak bulging, pulsating, sexy visibility.

His hair and body glisten with sweat. His pheromones permeate the air, cocooning me like a sexual blanket.

The pull-ups are my official undoing. All his muscles physically ripple while sweat pours from him. “Jett,” I whine as I writhe against my restraints, “I need you. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He drops down from the pull-up bar and grabs a towel, making a bit of a show of wiping down his face and body. Saliva drips from my mouth. He catches sight of it, giving me a small smirk.