“What about your dad?” he asks as he pulls to the front of the house parking.
“That long story again,” I laugh.
He shuts the engine and gets out walking around to open my door. He helps me down from the truck and we walk to the front door.
“We’ll get back to that long story. I wanna know everything about you Bells.”
I smile, looking down at the grey bricks lining the walkway. I look up at the large, oak door and he presses a couple buttons on a keypad and then opens it.
“Fancy,” I smirk.
He holds the door open for me and I step inside and lose my breath. The dark cherry wood floors contrast to the light grey walls, and the high ceilings are decorated with dark wood beams. There are a couple of colorful paintings on the wall that stand out against the serious feel of the house.
“These are so pretty,” I comment.
I walk over to the paintings, running my fingers along the lines and shapes that make up this exquisite piece.
“My mother painted those. She has a little studio with a balcony out back. She always wanted her own place to paint but we squeezed in our house like sardines as it was. She didn’t want me to set up her studio, so she finally gave in and agreed to let me build it for her if she can pay me back from what she makes from her paintings.”
“Wow, I’m surprised you’re doin’ that.”
“I’m not, not really. I’m putting the money into an account for...well I don’t know, the future I guess,” he says rubbing the back of his neck looking away. “You hungry, or you wanna workout first?”
“I’d rather workout first if you don’t mind.”
He nods and motions for me to follow him down a hallway. There are more paintings on the wall and a door to a half bathroom. He opens a door across from the bathroom and turns on the light. We walk down the stairs and I notice there are two parts to the basement.
On the left side is every piece of gym equipment known to mankind with a huge wall to wall mirror.
The other side has three rows of couches and a projection screen hanging from the ceiling.
“Gym and movie room,” Damon says from behind me.
“You are really killin’ me Johnson, those couches look so damn comfy,” I whine.
“After,” he smirks.
I shake my head and open up my backpack. I take my headphones out of their compartment and put them over my ears, hooking up my phone to the end. I turn on my workout playlist and feel my body heat with anticipation at the punishment I am going to deliver to it.
Lifting weights is the only thing I’m addicted to lately that isn’t bad for me. I lock eyes with my other addiction in the mirror and he winks. Devil.
I stretch for a couple of minutes, loosening up my muscles and prepare them for the exertion.
I walk over to the free weights, lifting two twenty pound dumbbells and curl them slowly, feeling my muscles protest the movement. Left, right, left, right.
I look in the mirror and watch Damon's gaze as I pump the weights up and down on each side of me. He licks his bottom lip and I have to look away, concentrating on what I'm doing before I drop a damn weight on my foot.
I finish my set and place the weights back in their place, walking over to the squat rack next.
“Hold on, I want to try something with you,” Damon rasps out.
His voice is rough and I nod.
“I'm gonna hang from the pull up bar, you're going to wrap your legs around my waist, chest to chest.”
“Okay….”
“Then I'm gonna do a pull up and when I come back down, you lean back to do a crunch. Abs for you, arms and back for me. I usually wear a weighted belt, but I'd rather wear you instead.”
I see the spark of desire flash through his eyes and realize how this maneuver is really going to go down.
Oh God, I'm landing flat on my face, I just know it.
Damon lifts me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and his hands grab my ass. He moves a stool right beneath the pull up bar and kisses me quick on the mouth before taking the few steps and bracing his hands on the bar.
“You gotta hold on tight angel, use those solid legs you got and grip my waist like your life depends on it.”
“Well it kind of does, I loosen up and I fall flat on my damn face. This is crazy.”
“You're strong enough Gavinwood. You can do this. Another first, right? Just try to ignore how hard I am, I'm only human after all,” he says smiling like Satan himself. “Ready?”
I nod, tightening my legs around him and wrap my arms around his neck. He kicks away the stool, letting his arms hang straight. I feel his whole body constrict, every ridge against my thighs as he pulls himself up slowly, the bar coming up between us and he drops down again.
I let my hands go from his neck and lean back, my legs clutching him, my abs straining to pull my body back up. I see the ridges of my abs as I look down and feel a burst of pride that pulls me back up. I take care of this body and work my ass off to keep it this way. I'm strong enough, I can do this.
I manage to pull myself back up, wrapping my hands around Damon's neck again. He smiles and kisses me on the nose as he pulls our bodies back up, effortlessly this time and then back down. I lean back, performing the crunch and feel his hard ridge press into my center. His thin shorts and my just as minuscule spandex do nothing to put a barrier between us. I pull myself up again trying to concentrate on the exercise and not riding him like a fucking cowgirl.
I watch the swell of his biceps expand as he pulls us up again. The bulge like a huge softball underneath his skin and the throbbing vein in his forearm are making my pussy clench with desire. He drops us back down and I lean back, embracing the hardness of him. I feel my cheeks heat as I visualize that thickness plunging in and out of me, riding his thick thighs into oblivion, gripping his biceps as I take him deeper and deeper inside me.
As I lean back up, he shakes his head.
“Let yourself down angel, we’re done with this.”
I grip his neck and unwrap my legs as I slide my body down to the floor, my feet landing with a loud thud. My face is the same height as his waist and the huge snake in his pants is perfect height for my hunger.
I run my hand down the front of his shorts, squeezing his cock through the fabric. I hear him groan and he lets his hands go, landing on his feet in front of me.
“Don't be a bad girl. You need to finish your workout.”
“How about I finish you, you finish me, then we can finish our workout together?”
He laughs shaking his head and walks over to the bench press. I huff out a breath and walk back to the squat rack.
I slowly slide two twenty five pound weights on each side of the bar. I stop for a minute to think and go for it, sliding a fifteen pound weight on each side. Putting all that weight on the bar is workout in itself. I normally only squat 150 but I may be showing off a little bit.
I take my stance underneath the bar, bracing the cold metal on my hot skin. It rests on top of my shoulders, across the top of my back and I unhook the bar from the rack. I walk backwards, just enough so I can do a proper squat and feel my legs already start to shake.
Pushing my ass out, I drop my body down to the floor in a perfect motion and launch myself back up. I know I’m pushing myself and I’ll pay for this in the morning, but the look of desire on Damon’s face is totally fucking worth it.
I lock eyes with him in the mirror again as I drop down to the floor, my ass almost hitting the rubber and pop back up, effortlessly. The adrenaline and desire pumping through my veins is making this look way too easy.
I finish the set, grunting a little on the last two reps and walk towards the rack, hooking the bar back on. I reach for the hem of my tank top and pull it off, wiping the bead of sweat on my forehead and throwing it to the side. I lean over the bar, panting, and feel a warm hand on my bare back and flinch.
“You can either let me bend you over this bar right now,
or finish this set on me,” Damon whispers.
His hand now moves down to the swell of my ass and I know it looks phenomenal and he’s probably hard as a rock. I’m wearing short spandex shorts, the easiest to workout in and it makes my already big ass look even bigger. There’s a reason it’s called “softball booty.” The confidence this man has awoken inside me, the comfort I find, embracing my sexuality has been insanely gratifying.
“What do ya mean, on you?” I whisper.
“Squat up,” he says smacking my butt.
I jump and brace my hands on both sides of the bar, bending my neck under to rest the bar on my shoulders.
“Don’t move,” Damon instructs.
I stand there, legs spread, holding the bar as I watch his movements in the mirror.
He lays down under me in between my legs, a little further up, so when I take a couple steps back to squat, his bottom is lined up with mine. What a scoundrel.
“I don’t-”
“Shh,” he interrupts.
“Damon…”
“Squats angel, coach will be disappointed.”
I brace both hands on the bar unhooking it and take a couple of steps back.
He does a crunch, his face coming up directly in front of my ass and he nips it with his teeth as I try and concentrate on holding up this bar. He lays back down and I shake my head.
“You’re puttin’ a lot of trust in me that I don’t drop these weights on your balls,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I know what those legs are capable of Gavinwood, you got this.”
I drop down slowly, unsure of where he is taking this and almost drop the damn weights when my pussy collides with his erection.
“Fuck Damon,” I rasp, struggling to push my body back up.
His hands go under my ass and he pushes me back up to my feet.
“Concentrate Bella. You got Mexico coming up, remember?”
Smug fucking bastard.
He crunches up as I stand there, holding on to the weights for dear life and his hand smacks my ass on his way back down.
I drop down a little faster this time but catch myself before I collide with his hard-on again. He laughs as I launch myself back up to a standing position.
“That one kind of sucked, how about a little lower next time.”
I shake my head and smirk as he does his crunch, his finger slipping between my legs this time but then it's gone and he lays back down.
I groan and drop my body down fast, my full ass slamming on him and I hear him curse and let out a breath. I push myself back up and walk over to the rack, hooking the bar. Damon is laying on the floor, his hands covering his crotch.
“Low enough for you? Don’t pull that shit Damon, one of us could have gotten seriously hurt.”
“One of us did get seriously hurt,” he scowls. “Now come over here and kiss it to make it better.”
I walk over to him and reach down for his hand to help him up, but he pulls me down on the mat, hopping on top of me, caging me underneath him.
“Wanna be a ball buster, huh?”
I laugh and then bite my lip to keep from laughing harder. It doesn’t work and I burst out laughing as Damon straddles my lap with his veiny arms crossed over his chest.
“‘Ball buster Bella’ and ‘just make me come Johnson’,” he smirks.
“What are you-” My words are cut off by Damon’s lips and the salt mixed with the sweet makes my head dizzy.
I reach behind him and fist his shirt in my hand, pulling it up and over his head, throwing it on the floor next to us. He grabs my thigh tightly, pulling it above his waist and he pushes his body into mine. I moan when I feel the hard ridge there and I scramble between us to lower his shorts. He grabs my wrist, breaking the kiss and shakes his head.
“Remember this moment Bella.”
“What moment?”
“This one. The last moment that you were in charge.”
He grabs a bicep bungee from the floor next to us and takes my hands in his, wrapping them up tight and tying it to the machine behind my head.
“Damon,” I laugh. “You’re...are you serious. I really can’t get out of this.” I panic.
“You never did this before angel?”
I shake my head and close my eyes, breathing through the panic. A small part of me is curious though and that’s the part that starts to win my body over.
“Another first then. Maybe this will be too,” he says slowly unzipping my sports bra from the front.
It pops open and my breasts spill out, Damon launching onto a nipple like a crazed man.
“What do you...ohhh,” I moan.
“You ever begged for it, angel?”
His hands are squeezing my tits together and he’s running his tongue along them, nipple to nipple, pushing them together more and taking both nipples in his mouth at the same time.
“What...what was the question?” I pant.
“Did you ever beg, Bella? Been so wrapped up in a man that you begged him to fuck you, begged him to make you come?”
His dirty words send a small gush through my thong and I probably have a wet spot on the mat in that exact spot. I can feel the liquid pool in the space between my ass cheeks and I whimper.
“No...never. I never beg.”
Damon laughs then, a menacing laugh, and I look down at the hottest sight I’ve ever seen in my life. That man, my fucking man, his big hands fisting my tits and his tongue, licking my nipples back and forth like a goddamn wild beast, smiling.
“I’m gonna tease the fuck out of you until you’re begging me to let you come angel. Another one of those firsts,” he growls.
He works my spandex down my thighs and I gasp for air.
“Just make me come Johnson...that’s what you...oh shit.”
My thong is shredded in half and the cool air on my pussy makes me flinch. It’s quickly replaced by his warm mouth and I pull on my restraints, frustrated that I can’t pull his head closer.
“I...I wanna touch you,” I groan.
“You can’t be begging already angel,” he laughs against my pussy.
His tongue flicks my clit and I lift up to his lips and they suction onto me, showing no mercy on my sensitive skin. His tongue slips inside of me, relentlessly licking me and then he retreats, sliding two fingers in its place.
“You're so damn sexy Bella, do you know that? Do you know how hard I get, watching you exert your body to the limit? This sinful, fucking body.”
“I…”
“What Bella, what do you want?”
“I want to come Damon, please make me come.”
He drops his head back to my center and smiles against my dripping lips, the stubble of his beard, friction against my soft flesh.
“You begging, Gavinwood?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I’m beggin’, I’m fuckin beggin’. Please...please.”
My voice is strained, hoarse, I’m practically crying for a release and his thumb rubs against my clit, as I feel him push his thick length inside me, filling me to the brim.
“Damon,” I gasp as I explode around him.
The pressure of being full blinds me and my nails dig into the sweaty skin of my palm.
He pumps hard into me, my back rubbing against the mat with each thrust, burning my skin but I don't care. He feels so good inside me with his cock expanding, sliding in and out, effortlessly, like it was always meant for this, connecting us.
My walls collapse around him again as I feel him tighten inside me and groan, my name dripping from his lips.
“Ughhhh Bella, my angel…fuckkkkk.”
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist not wanting to move, not wanting to break this moment between us.
His movements slow and then he stills inside me, my walls pulsing from the aftershocks of my orgams. He smiles as he slowly pulls out of me and I watch him pull the condom off and tie it. I smile and shake my head.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
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“Using a condom. I'm usually so adamant about it. I know I told you I've never had sex without one but you shut off my brain, I swear.”
“Can I ask if there's a specific reason? I mean I get the obvious ones, but you seem...I don't know, petrified.”
He unties my hands and I grab my shorts from the floor next to me, pulling then back on. I sit up on the mat, grabbing my sports bra and zip it back in place.
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