Gym Junkie

by T L Swan

  My eyes search his and I immediately stop dancing. “Why would you do that when we both know it’s going to end anyway?”

  “Because I want to spend time with you in every way.”

  “You mean sexually?”

  “Yes.”

  I frown, and he begins to sway to the music again. “You said that you didn’t want to sleep with me because you didn’t want to be one of many,” he tells me casually, as if he’s making complete sense. Has he been cooking this up in his head all day?

  “That’s true, but—”

  “But what? If you’re the only woman I’m sleeping with then there isn’t a problem.”

  “But if we are sleeping together, it complicates everything. How will we end it when the time comes?”

  “We’ll have an adult conversation.”

  “Just like that?” I remember how heart wrenching my breakup conversation with Simon was. I never want to go through that again.

  “We both know what this is. There are no expectations on either side. We are too different for it to be anything other than a short-term fling.”

  I bite my bottom lip as I look at him. Could this really work?

  He kisses me softly and I smile against his lips. “So, are you dancing with me right now so you can talk me into casually fucking you?” I ask.

  “That’s right.” He chuckles. “How am I doing?”

  I giggle. “You’re an idiot.” He spins me around and his lips meet mine again.

  “Don’t tell me that you don’t want me. I know you do. Wouldn’t you rather have this conversation now than later?”

  “Yes, I guess.”

  “We’re both consenting adults.” He kisses me. “We want each other.” He kisses me again. “What’s the problem?”

  I smile against his lips. “My morals.”

  He kisses me and grabs my behind. “As the operations manager, I am giving Miss Morals two weeks’ notice.”

  I giggle again.

  “She doesn’t belong here working in our company. She’s too opinionated and lazy.”

  I laugh as he spins me around again.

  “Brock,” I whisper as I run my hand up his thick neck and through his hair.

  “Yes, Pocket?” He smiles down at me, and somehow this feels special between us.

  “I should probably tell you that this song is now our song.” My eyes linger on his as we sway to the music.

  He gives me a slow, sexy smile, raising his eyebrow in question. “Is this more of the romantic bullshit you keep going on about?”

  I smile goofily and nod. “Yep. So, when I ask you what our song is, what will you say?”

  “’You Shook Me All Night Long’ by ACDC,” he offers seriously.

  “Yeah, we need to work on that.”

  He chuckles and spins me around. “Ready to shake you any time you want, baby.”

  I lick the salt off the rim of my glass, my eyes holding his.

  It’s 11:00 p.m. now, and Brock and I still haven’t been home yet. It’s been a good day. The best.

  We’ve been making out like teenagers for hours. He’s been kissing me like his life depends on it, and after our talk earlier on the dance floor about him not seeing anyone else, I’m so fucking turned on it’s a wonder I’m not sliding off my chair.

  In the water, on the towel, right here at the bar—he’s all over me.

  He doesn’t give a damn who’s around or what they will think, and it’s so hot.

  I’ve never been with a man like Brock. He honestly just does what he wants, when he wants.

  His dark eyes hold mine. “You keep licking that salt like that and I’ll put you under the table to suck my cock.”

  God.

  With every drink he has, he loses another inhibition, to the point where he has no filter on at all anymore. And it’s holy hot.

  “A man can only watch you lap something up for so long without reaching his breaking point.”

  I smile as my arousal begins to hum.

  I’d planned on being a good girl, on not sleeping with him again. But his promise of fidelity and sexual training has opened up an opportunity I know I want to take…

  In my mouth.

  I sip my drink, and then I lean in and kiss him, my tongue rimming his mouth. He grabs my hand and presses it down on his crotch. His erect cock has been throbbing all day.

  “We need to go home now,” I mumble against his lips.

  His eyes are alight with arousal, and he stands immediately. “Skull your drink.”

  I smile, drain my glass, and before I know it, he is pulling me by the hand towards the cab rank.

  Half an hour later, his lips are on mine, his hands are up my dress, and we are bursting through my apartment door like a pair of crazy people.

  “Fucking hell,” he pants against my lips. “I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my whole life.”

  I giggle as a thrill runs through me. I know I’m probably the most inexperienced girl he has ever slept with, but damn it, I’m going to make sure I’m the best.

  He drags me into my bedroom and then falls still as he stares at me. He looks like he’s trying to calm himself down, rein himself in. My heart begins to flutter.

  The mood has instantly gone from crazy arousal to something else that I just can’t put my finger on.

  “You tell me when to stop, Pock,” he whispers as he kisses me softly.

  I nod nervously.

  He lifts my dress over my head, and then slowly undoes my bikini top, throwing it to the side. His dark eyes roam over my bare breasts and I swallow my fear.

  My heart begins to pulse at a frantic pace.

  I can feel the heat from his gaze as I stand silent, awaiting instruction.

  There’s no mistaking who’s in control when he touches me.

  We both know I’ll do anything he wants. His thumb dusts back and forth over my erect nipple, his smile growing as he watches himself touching me.

  His eyes rise to meet mine, and then he slowly bends and takes my nipple in his mouth.

  My eyes close. Fuck.

  He moves to the other side and repeats the process, only he bites me this time. Enough that I jump, but not enough to hurt me.

  My head tips back to the ceiling and I put my hands in his hair as he works my breasts. He stands and takes my jaw in his hand, his eyes searching mine. “Here’s how it’s going to go, Pock,” he whispers. “I’m going to spread you out.”

  I swallow the lump in my throat. I feel like I can’t breathe.

  “And I’m going to lick you up.” His voice has dropped to a deep, husky tone—one that calls to me on another level.

  He grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and brings my face to his.

  “And I’m going to fill you up so fucking good.”

  He kisses me aggressively, and God, I could come just from this. He bites my bottom lip as he pulls away, and I whimper from the loss of him.

  Brock slowly slides my bikini bottoms down my legs and pushes me back until I fall onto the bed. He then arranges me exactly how he wants me.

  He spreads my legs wide.

  My breath quivers with nerves and I close my eyes to try and calm myself down.

  Just relax, just relax, I chant in my head.

  With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly takes his T-shirt off over his head and throws it to the side. His broad chest has a sunkissed tan from today. I can see every muscle in his arms and shoulders.

  Good God.

  He slides his shorts down his legs until all he’s wearing is his grey boxers. He leaves those on, and I know it’s so that he doesn’t scare me.

  I watch him circle me around the bed. It’s as if he’s trying to work out where to start.

  His dark eyes flicker with arousal. “You look so fucking beautiful right now, I can hardly stand it.”

  I smile softly, and he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “Calm down, Pocket,” he whispers. “I won’t hurt you.”

  I nod.
“Okay,” I whisper.

  He bends and picks up my foot, kissing the bottom of it while he looks up at me. His open mouth trails up my leg slowly, and I hitch in a breath.

  When he gets to my upper thigh, he looks me straight in the eyes and inhales deeply.

  Oh God, I have to close my eyes to block him out. This is too much. I can’t deal with watching him do this.

  What the hell have I gotten myself into? He’s sniffing my vagina.

  Fuck’s sake.

  He spreads the lips of my sex open and stares at me for an extended moment. “Perfect pink,” he whispers.

  My heart is hammering in my chest.

  “Come up here,” I whimper, holding my arms out for him. This is too intimate.

  I can’t do it.

  “Shh,” he whispers before bending down and kissing my open sex.

  My head falls back and I nearly buck off the bed.

  Holy fucking shit.

  “Calm. I need you calm, Pocket,” he mumbles against me. His tongues slides through my wet flesh, and he closes his eyes in pleasure while I shiver with a sensation overload.

  He starts to lick me, deeper and deeper, my back arching off the bed.

  “Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls.

  I start to tremble. I can’t hold it. Oh no.

  How embarrassing. He’s hardly touched me but I convulse as an orgasm rips through me.

  My hand goes to the top of his head. “Brock,” I whimper.

  He smiles as he continues to lick me up and down, his hands pulling me apart. “Brock, I can’t,” I pant as I try to close my legs. “We need to warm up to this,” I beg. “It’s too much. Just get on me.”

  He sits up, his lips glistening with my arousal, and he slowly licks them as he considers my request.

  “Baby, I’ve hardly touched you,” he whispers.

  I hold my hand out for him. “Kiss me. Just kiss me,” I plead. “Just… can we work up to this, please?”

  He stares at me for a moment, as if confused. “You want me to kiss you?”

  I nod. My heart is beating so hard that I can hear my pulse in my ears. He starts to crawl up my body.

  “Briefs off,” I whisper at him.

  He stands, and with his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he slides them down his legs.

  My eyes drop to between his legs and I feel a flutter of fear. He’s fucking huge. “Condom?”

  He smiles and licks his lips again.

  I find myself smiling back at him. “What?”

  “This is not how I roll. I’m the one who gives directions around here.”

  “Humour me,” I whisper. “Just the first time. Please?”

  He bends and kisses me softly. “For the record, this is our second time.”

  I giggle and run my hands over his broad shoulders. “Just for the second time,” I correct myself.

  He finds his wallet and takes out three condoms, throwing them onto the bed side drawer.

  “Put one on.”

  “Stop fucking rushing me, woman.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.”

  He stills and his shoulders slump. I know he’s going to honour my requests from here on out. He slowly rolls the condom on and lays down beside me. “Now what?” He breathes against my lips.

  I smile as we kiss, and I roam my hands up and down his arm. I can feel every muscle. “Now you kiss me until our bodies come together naturally.”

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “Is this some kind of bullshit fucking that I am unaware of? Cocks don’t enter pussies naturally. You need to push.”

  I huff out a laugh. “Shut up and do it.”

  He lifts my leg and wraps it around his hip, kissing me deeply. He slides the side of his dick through my lubricated flesh and my body rises to meet him. “Like this?” he whispers.

  I smile against his lips. “Just like that,” I whisper.

  Our bodies begin to move by themselves as they grind against each other. Our kiss turns deep and passionate, and I know he’s as hot for it as I am. His breath is quivering as he fights for control.

  His open mouth ravages my neck. “Oh God,” I whimper.

  He pushes forward at once and his hard cock slides home.

  Our eyes lock and I see the arousal dance like fire in his eyes. “Is this okay?” he whispers.

  I nod, unable to speak.

  He slowly slides out and pushes in again.

  I’m stretched to my limit.

  Ouch.

  “Open your legs farther for me,” he pushes out.

  I force my legs back to the mattress, and he slowly pulls out, and then slowly slides in, releasing a guttural moan.

  “Oh God,” I whimper. This is so fucking good that I can’t even speak.

  He pulls out once more, taking his time before he drives home hard.

  He knocks the air from my lungs and I cry out.

  “You okay?” he whispers in a panic.

  “Great,” I pant with a smile. “Fuck me,” I beg.

  He pulls out and pushes back in, again and again, until my body stops fighting and accepts him.

  In, out, in out, around and around. So hard and so good. He lifts himself onto his straightened arms, holding his own weight above me, and then he really begins to let me have it. Hard hits force my whole-body to contract around his.

  The bed is banging against the wall. I look up at him, looking down at me, and I have this perfect moment of clarity.

  He frowns as if he has it too, and he bends to slowly take my mouth with his. We kiss slowly and his body moves gently inside mine. I scrunch my face up against his.

  God, this is perfect.

  He is perfect.

  He lefts one of my legs and I feel it building again. “I’m going to come,” I whimper. He starts to ride me hard and fast again, and I swear, I’m going to break. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout my apartment.

  I cry out as an orgasm rips though me, and with three hard, long pumps, I feel his cock quiver. He buries his head into my shoulder and shudders as he silently comes deep inside my body.

  We kiss tenderly, and his hand cups my face as he stares lovingly down at me. “Bullshit fucking. I like it.”

  I pant with a smile.

  So do I.

  It’s just gone 3:00 a.m. when I roll away from Brock. He’s on his back and fast asleep, looking so hot. Not hot as in gorgeous—although he’s that too—I mean hot as in he’s an inferno. I feel like I’m burning up on fire. Of course, that could be the hundred margaritas I had tonight. I’m not used to sleeping with anyone anymore.

  God, what a night. He had me for a second time in the bed, and then again in the shower. I’m sure we’d be still going if he wasn’t out of condoms.

  I lick my dry lips. I need a glass of water, so I slowly get out of bed and wince. “Ouch.”

  Fuck, I’m sore. He’s an animal.

  I may have gotten my gentle turn the first time, but damn, did he make up for it later.

  I go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water when, in the darkness, my phone lights up with a text on the kitchen counter.

  I frown and pick it up.

  The name Simon lights up the screen.

  Chapter 11

  I sit at my desk and stare out of the window, unable to wipe the stupid smile from my face. What a weekend, and holy hell, what a man. It’s been a long time since I came to work on a Monday this happy. To be honest, it’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy, and it’s all because of one man.

  The one man I swore to hate for all of eternity.

  Brock Marx, sex god extraordinaire, and the real life devil himself.

  I pick up my pen and stare at the file in front of me as I try to focus on my task. I get a vision of Brock crawling up between my legs with his mischievous smile, and I feel myself blush. I press my lips together to hide my smile, taking a quick look around at my co-workers as they work beside me, minding their own business. God, if only
they knew the things I gotten up to this weekend.

  “What is with you today?” Rourke asks with suspicion. “Why do you keep smiling at nothing?”

  I shrug, but my face contorts as I try to control my smile. “No reason.”

  He gives me a knowing wink. “You going to lunch?”

  “Is that okay?”

  “Sure.” He turns back to his computer, and I quickly pack up my desk and leave the building. I sit in the park on a bench seat, and then I take out my packed sandwich.

  I stare at the phone in my hand and wince, knowing I have to call Simon.

  I don’t even want to speak to him right now. I just want to stay in this naughty bubble of badness. I want to stay where I don’t have to think about anything other than how many orgasms I’m going to have. I exhale heavily.

  Just get it over with; dial his number.

  He answers first ring. “Hey, Tull.”

  Hearing his voice hits me like a tonne of bricks and the ugly taste of guilt fills my mouth. “Hey, Si.” I smile sadly. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.” I can tell he’s smiling. “Missing you, though.”

  My throat closes up at hearing him say that, and I smile through tears. I look out over the park in front of me. God, this is a fucking mess.

  “You will never guess what?” he says suddenly.

  “What?” I smile.

  “I got offered to join the Edward Academy.”

  My eyes widen. “You did?” My mouth falls open. This is a big deal. “Oh my God, Si, that’s amazing.”

  “I can’t believe it.” He laughs, and I can tell he’s really excited.

  “I can. You’re the smartest there.”

  He exhales heavily. “It’s all working out, Tull. I’ll do this transfer to London for a month.”

  I frown. “The academy is in London?”

  “Yeah. It was either there or the States.”

  “Oh, okay.” I frown as I listen, and a strange feeling comes over me. I’m not sad he’s going overseas, just really happy that he is getting this opportunity.

  Maybe we are we just friends now? Have my feelings for him changed?

  “I’ll do this transfer, and then when I get back, I’ll only have another three weeks in Melbourne before I’ll come home to Sydney for good.”