I groan and go into my closet to grab some clothes. The thought of ‘what would Liv do?’ pops into my head and I decide to snag some of my most indecent workout attire. A pink sports bra and pink bike shorts that match. I ditch deodorizing panties, but throw on a standard cotton pair. Going commando while next to a sweaty Smith is not a smart choice.
I meet Smith at the gym. He’s wearing a short sleeve black t-shirt that shows off his veiny forearms, a backward cap, and shorts that give me a glimpse of his muscular calves. The man is really a gift to men and women with his physique.
“What do you want to work on today?”
“Arms,” I reply and he nods his head, leading me to the bench press. I realize my mistake as soon as I lie down and Smith spreads his legs behind me, ready to support the bar. His crotch is right by my face, and I can’t help the inappropriate thoughts that creep up. I’d totally let him bend me over this bench press and fuck my brains out. No doubt he would make me scream. I can see the outline of his dick in his shorts and it’s not even hard. Smith is definitely a shower not a grower.
“You gonna lift, or stare at me?” he asks, amused.
“Sorry,” I shake my head and lift the weight.
“Good job, that’s it,” he says as I pant and my arms shake as I go for another set. “Atta girl, you can give me one more.”
My brain short circuits and my shaking becomes uncontrollable. Smith wraps his hands around the weight and places it securely on the bench.
“That was great. That was ten pounds more than a few weeks ago.”
My head is foggy, and I can feel myself perfuming. I try to ignore it. I can tell that Smith notices once his eyes widen and he looks at me hungrily.
He clears his throat and scratches his beard. “Is there anything else you wanted to do, or are you done for the day?”
“Just going to do some squats,” I reply, knowing damn well I’m just going to watch him lift and imagine I’m sitting on top of his face instead. I bet his beard makes things interesting.
I make sure to do my squats so that I’m facing the mirror and Smith is behind me, getting a lovely view of my ass. I’m not blind, I know the man can’t help but stare at it constantly. That doesn’t mean he wants anything more with me, but I at least know he likes my ass.
Looking in the mirror, I can see Smith behind me, failing to avert his gaze from my ass as he does some curl ups. He has the sexiest arms I’ve ever seen. They’re scattered with just the right amount of hair, and I could spend hours tracing his veins with my fingertips.
Smith heads over to the treadmill and runs. I watch as his pecs flex underneath the tight microfiber shirt and his muscles tense with each step. Our eyes meet in the mirror and he looks uneasy, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat is beading on the side of his face. I would lick that sweat if he let me. My heat is coming in full force, I realize with every naughty thought that creeps into my mind. Smith is so strong, I bet he could just hold me by my ass cheeks and fuck me standing up.
He clears his throat and stops running. He lifts the hem of his shirt and removes his hat to wipe his face. Giving me the most glorious view of his ripped abdomen. It’s too fucking much. My perfume is going haywire. I want to lick his stomach, his chest, his forearms. This overwhelming need for Smith is driving me crazy.
I can’t stand being in the same room with him anymore. It’s like I’m not in control of myself as I leave the gym.
“You all right?”
“Yeah,” I half-heartedly say as I head to my bedroom. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my entire life. I want to strip down and fling myself into the next hot person who wants me. Which would ideally be Smith.
I at least do the stripping part, removing my bra and shorts as soon as I walk through my bedroom door. My scent is thick as I undress and move to my bed. I think I shut the door, but I don’t really give a fuck.
I lie on my bed, no care in the world that I’m panting and sweaty and open the nightstand. I grab the one thing I can always count on: my purple soul sucker. Aptly named, I place the shaft end inside of me as the open part taps against my clit. I don’t fuck around with teasing myself as I put it on the highest setting. I’m going to need to come multiple times to make myself a functioning human again. My mind drifts to how good Smith looks and how strong he is. I want him to pick me up and manhandle the fuck out of me. I know he would never hurt me. Well, at least in a way I wouldn’t want.
My first orgasm is fine, nothing to write home about. I need more pressure; I need to be full. I toss the soul sucker onto my nightstand. It’s covered in my slick, but I don’t care as I bring out the big gun. My large, pink dildo with the rabbit at the end that will make everything better. The thickness of the toy is enough to be pleasant, but not to stretch. I have a feeling that Smith would stretch me, his knot would be such a tight fit, I would probably scream in ecstasy.
I fuck myself with the toy as I think about Smith fucking me up against the glass in the gym. He would want me to watch as he fills me, show me how much I belong to him. I’m so lost in my fantasies and the feeling of the toy tapping my clit I don’t initially notice the sound of the door sliding open. I look up to see Smith staring at me. His nostrils flared and his pupils blown. His mouth hangs open for a moment, and he closes it as he goes to turn around.
“Watch,” I whisper. Not stopping my movements against myself. “I want you to,” I say a little louder. He doesn’t turn around and he just stares at me.
“Cami—”
“Look how full my pussy is, Smith,” I taunt him and he looks down and licks his lips. God, I wish he would just crawl over to this bed and suck on my clit until I can’t function.
“We shouldn’t,” he says, unsure of his own words.
“You’re just watching. You can touch yourself, too.” If this man doesn’t whip his cock out right now, I might cry. Even if he doesn’t let me touch.
“You…you want to watch me?” he says. He swallows audibly and rubs his neck. “You’re just getting close to your heat. You don’t actually want this.”
“You have no fucking idea what I want,” I pant as I fuck myself, and Smith growls.
