Her Invitation Was the Real Workout
# Gym Invitation The clatter of free weights echoed through the mirrored space. Evan racked the heavy dumbbells, his brown hair damp with sweat, the definition of his muscles sharp under the fluorescent lights. His eyes, however, weren’t o
Chapter 1
The clatter of free weights echoed through the mirrored space. Evan racked the heavy dumbbells, his brown hair damp with sweat, the definition of his muscles sharp under the fluorescent lights. His eyes, however, weren’t on his own reflection. They were tracking the powerful, fluid movements of the woman on the leg press.
Simone. Blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail, her dark skin glistening. She was short, but every inch of her was dense, powerful muscle wrapped in a delicious, soft layer. Her blue tank top strained against the full, heavy curve of her breasts as she pushed the massive stack of weight. Her thick thighs trembled with the effort, then relaxed. She caught his stare in the mirror, a slow, knowing smile playing on her full lips before she looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Shy, but her eyes promised something else entirely.
Later, as he was wiping down a bench, she approached. The scent of her sweat, clean and salty, hit him first. “Hey, Evan.” Her voice was lower than he expected, a little husky. “I, uh… I got that new stairclimber delivered. The assembly instructions might as well be in hieroglyphics. You seem like a guy who’s good with his hands.” Her blue eyes held his, a playful challenge in them. “Think you could swing by my place tonight? Around eight? I’ll provide the beer.”
He knew. He knew the moment the words left her mouth. The machine was just a prop. The real invitation was thrumming in the air between them, thick as the gym’s humidity. “Yeah,” Evan said, his own grin matching her playful energy. “I’m great with my hands. Eight it is.”
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Her house smelled like vanilla and clean linen. Simone answered the door in tight gray leggings and a simple black tank, no bra. Her nipples were hard points against the thin fabric. The “stairclimber” sat in a box in the middle of her living room, utterly forgotten.
“Beer’s in the fridge,” she said, her gaze dropping to his chest. “You, uh… you want one?”
“In a minute.”
He closed the distance, his hands finding the lush curve of her hips. She was so solid, so real under his palms. She let out a shaky breath, that initial shyness surfacing before it was burned away by the heat in her eyes. He leaned in, capturing her mouth. It was hungry, messy, all tongue and teeth. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer until the hard planes of his body met her glorious softness.
“Fuck,” she whispered against his lips, her voice already dipping into that dirty, husky register he’d fantasized about. “I’ve been watching you for weeks. Thinking about what you could do.”
She walked him backwards until his legs hit the couch, and she pushed him down. Kneeling on the carpet between his spread knees, her blue eyes burned up at him. Her fingers made quick work of his shorts, freeing his aching cock. Her breath hitched. “Oh, you’re perfect.”
And then her mouth was on him. No teasing, no hesitation. She took him deep, her full lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling a brutal, expert rhythm. A low groan tore from his throat. One of her hands cradled his balls, the other slid up his abs. Her enthusiasm was overwhelming, a raw display of hunger. She loved this. She worshipped it. She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his tip.
“I want you to fuck my tits,” she panted, already pulling her tank top over her head. Her breasts spilled out, heavy and full with large, dark nipples. “Cover them. I want to feel you all over me.”
Evan’s control snapped. He stood, pulling her up with him, turning her to face the back of the couch. He pushed her leggings and panties down just enough, the fabric snug around her thick thighs. He leaned over her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding himself between the magnificent, slick heat of her breasts. He thrust, the world narrowing to the sight of his cock glistening between her soft, milky skin, to the raw, filthy sounds of her encouragement.
“Yeah, just like that… use me… get that cock nice and wet for my pussy…”
The tension was a live wire. The obstacle wasn’t a machine, it was the sheer, overwhelming need, and it was about to break.
Chapter 2
His cock, slick and gleaming from the heat of her breasts, finally slipped free as he pulled back, a low groan rumbling in his chest. He looked down at her, her skin shining, her breathing ragged. Her blue eyes were wide, fixed on him, pupils blown with lust.
“You have no idea,” Evan panted, his voice rough. “Every night for weeks. In my bed, in my goddamn shower. My fist around my cock, thinking about this. About tasting you. I’ve been jerking off to the thought of eating your perfect fucking pussy.”
Simone gasped, a shiver running through her thick, muscular frame. “Yeah? Show me.” Her command was pure, husky filth, all shyness incinerated by the fire between them.
He didn’t hesitate. Gripping her hips, he spun her fully toward the couch, peeling her leggings and panties down her powerful thighs in one rough, urgent motion. The dark, neatly trimmed patch of hair at the apex of her thighs was revealed, glistening with her own slick arousal. He guided her down, laying her back against the cushions, her magnificent body sprawled before him like a feast.
He started where he’d left off, lowering his mouth to one heavy, dark-nippled breast. He sucked hard, lavishing the stiff peak with his tongue, grazing with his teeth, worshipping the full, soft weight of it. “Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against her skin, his hands roaming the lush landscape of her belly, her hips, the dense curve of her ass.
His mouth was a brand, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her sternum, over the quivering muscles of her stomach. He bit gently at the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and she cried out, her back arching off the couch.
“Evan… please,” she begged, her dirty talk dissolving into pure need. Her hands fisted in his hair, not guiding, just holding on.
“I know what you want,” he muttered, his breath hot against her soaking wet folds. He didn’t tease. He buried his face between her legs and devoured her.
The first long, flat stroke of his tongue dragged a ragged scream from her throat. He fucked her with his tongue, deep and relentless, then zeroed in on her swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with brutal precision. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hips bucking wildly against his face. The sounds were obscene—his hungry grunts, her choked sobs of pleasure, the wet, rhythmic slap of his mouth against her pussy.
“Right there! Oh god, right fucking there!” she screamed, her body tensing like a bowstring. He felt her inner muscles fluttering around his probing tongue, her climax tearing through her, but he didn’t let up. He rode her through the shaking, convulsing waves, drinking her in, until her grip on his hair went slack and her cries faded to broken whimpers.
He finally lifted his head, his jaw slick with her. He crawled up her body, lining his throbbing cock up with her drenched, trembling entrance. “Not done with you,” he promised, his voice guttural. “Not even close.”
Chapter 3
“Not even close,” Evan growled, his promise hanging in the air between them. But he didn’t plunge inside her. Not yet.
Instead, he leaned down, kissing his way back up her thick body with a raw, open-mouthed hunger. His tongue traced the salty path of her sweat from her stomach to the soft swell beneath her breast. He captured a dark nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, his fingers kneading the heavy, pliant flesh of the other.
“God, yes,” Simone moaned, arching into him. “Suck them. Harder.”
He obeyed, switching his attention between her breasts, lavishing them until they were slick and pebbled tight. Then he climbed higher, reclaiming her mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, and the flavor made her whimper into his mouth, her hands clawing at his back.
“I need you inside me,” she panted against his lips, her hips rolling desperately upward, seeking him.
“You’ll get it,” he rasped. But he held himself above her, the thick head of his cock nudging through her wet folds. He slid himself along her slit in a slow, torturous glide from clit to opening and back again, soaking himself in her arousal without giving entry.
“Evan… fuck… please!”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock! I want you to fuck me raw!” she cried out, her voice ragged with need.
He did it again, that maddening slide, the sensation electric and agonizing. “This pussy is dripping for me.” He pushed just the tip inside—a teasing inch—then withdrew completely.
Simone sobbed in frustration. Her powerful legs hooked around his waist, trying to pull him down. “Stop teasing! Please! I can’t take it!”
Her begging was the final key. With a low grunt of triumph, Evan finally gave them both what they craved. He drove his hips forward and plunged into her to the hilt in one brutal, perfect stroke.
The sound she made was pure relief—a choked scream that melted into a deep groan as she was filled utterly. He was thick and hard, stretching her deliciously. She felt every inch.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, eyes wide. “Yes… fuck… right there.”
He began to move, setting a deep, punishing rhythm from the start. Each thrust buried him completely, the slap of their bodies echoing in the quiet room. The couch groaned beneath their weight.
“You feel even better than I dreamed,” Evan gritted out, watching where they joined. “So fucking tight around me.”
“Harder,” Simone demanded, meeting every drive with a roll of her hips. “Don’t you dare hold back.”