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My fingers brush my clit as I think of Rune’s powerful shoulders. I imagine him lying flat on his back on a weight bench, powerful thighs wide apart, muscles straining as he does barbell bench presses.
I think about sweat sliding down his chest as he drops weights that probably weigh akin to fifty of me with a heavy thump. He’d be panting with exertion as he reached for a towel, eyes closed, and his chest still heaving with effort.
And I think about what he would do if he reached for a towel and gripped my bare thigh instead. I imagine his eyes flying open in surprise as I straddled him and bent to lick the sweat from his shoulder. For just a second, I can almost feel his hand fisting in my hair to hold me there, his cock growing harder as he groans in my ear.
I stroke my clit again, my fingers firmer on the small nub as my breathing deepens. With the other hand, I cup my left breast, squeezing as I think of Rune taking me to the floor of his gym. He’d be careful with his weight as he drawled in my ear, “We Cajuns like to take our time.”
He said he had an appetite. A big one. That he was starving. What would it feel like to have him slake himself on me?
My breathing turns shallow now as I stroke my fingers faster, wishing it weren’t my fingers at all but Rune’s cock driving deep into me. How big of an appetite did he mean? Would he take me on the floor, over the gym equipment, on my hands and knees?
And his knot?
My breath catches again. God, I want it inside me. I need to ride it the way I rode Kylian’s. I need him to pin me to the floor, growl my name in that sexy Cajun drawl, and fill me up with his cum. I need him to cool the fire eating me up from the inside out.
Needing more, I press one finger and then two inside me.
No, Rune would be thicker.
I think of him bracing his weight on his elbows, of the tip of his engorged cock touching my pussy. Of my slick coating him to make taking such a heavy cock pleasurable and not painful.
And of his eyes locking with mine as he made room for himself between my thighs and slowly tunneled in me, stretching me in ways I could never have imagined possible. I’d slide my hands over his back, still slick with sweat, my spine arching up off the black gym mat.
I’d try to wrap my legs around his hips and he’d stop me, probably growl something like, “No, cher. Let me do the pushing.”
He’d push all right, his thick girth stretching me open as I pleaded for more, my body rippling around him as I fought to take more.
I push three fingers inside me, holding my breath as I press my forehead against the wall. Waiting until I’ve adjusted to the sweet stretch, I curl my fingers until it feels so good a soft whimper slips out. I pump my fingers inside me, imagining Rune is working himself in me with deep growls right into my ear.
I pump harder because he would. He said he was starved, so he would want to take me harder. Faster. He’d want to fuck me right into the floor. There’d be no give in the hard gym mat, so it would be perfect. It would be fucking perfect.
I bite my lip, circling my clit with my thumb as my thighs tremble, knowing I have to stay quiet. If they knew what I was doing to myself in here… if they were to see…
Why do I want them to see?
I want them to pump themselves until they came with harsh growls and then rubbed their cum over my body, painting me as their omega.
I need to taste it, tastethem, and I need them to fuck me hard. One by one. Together. I don’t care.
I work my fingers faster. It’s harder now to stay quiet, to stay on my feet, to not pull my fingers away and shout for the alphas to come and do something about this fire inside me.
And then I imagine Rune’s mouth at my ear, me on my knees with his cock pulsing deep within me. I’d have my cheek against the black mat, his large palm spread across my middle as he quietly ordered me, “Come for me, cher.”
His knot would bloom, locking us together, that hard pressure tucked against my clit. It would trigger a climax so powerful my eyes would roll to the back of my head as I bucked and fought against all that delicious pleasure.
That’s it.
My body shudders and my hips roll. I bite my lip as I pull my fingers from inside me, rubbing my clit hard to extend this feeling. But it’s over far too soon.
It’s not nearly enough.
As my body is still recovering from my short, hard climax, I think of Cian lifting my skirt up over my hips and spreading my thighs open to fuck me in the ballroom.
My pussy twitches, and I force my hands away from my clit. If I don’t, I will never leave this shower again. I’ll just spend endless hours in here until I’ve rubbed myself raw.
I have to stop.
This isn’t easing the burn. And it won’t. As much as I want it to, it’s not enough. Not nearly. I need to distract myself from the fact my heat is coming and only an alpha’s knot will cool the burn.
