I groaned in agreement, and while I would’ve been fine if he’d just told me we were going bare, a part of me that had been so hurt recently loved that he wanted my trust enough to confirm. He shifted my knees up and sat on the bench near my feet.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard. You’re so hot.”
I closed my eyes and focused on not coming from his words. Everything he said wasrightandperfect, and all I wanted to do was forget about my past and focus on Judge and the bright future he could give me. Who cared what everyone else thought? We could do this together.
I gasped and opened my eyes when his slicked-up fingers pressed into me, concentrating on his handsome, angular face and the way his cheeks were redder than usual. His dark eyebrows furrowed, but a smile curled the corners of his lips as he stretched me. He was so careful about opening me up, and I hummed in approval as he eased his fingers farther inside and searched for that special place. He had no trouble remembering how to make my body his, and it didn’t take long for him to have me trembling.
When it was his dick’s turn, the burning stretch in my ass was even better than his fingers. He grabbed my legs and threw them on his shoulders as he slowly thrust inside my hole, feet firmly planted on the floor. I loved that it was just us, skin against skin. This was everything I’d ever fucking dreamed of doing with him while we worked out.
My fingers twitched and I held the bar tighter, groaning as he pushed into me until all I wanted to do was shoot cum everywhere. I had no idea how I held back—Judge being bare was even better than I’d imagined, and he was scorching hot, the sensation a delight. I rocked back against him, and we both groaned.
Desire sizzled low in my stomach and goose bumps tickled my naked skin. My balls tightened and my dick twitched. I was so close it hurt.
“Please,” I moaned out. “Please, Sir. Please, Charming.”
Judge wasted no time. Whether it was seeing me pump iron, my tightness, or all the above, he was horny and went at it with adrenaline. He fucked into me like a man possessed, and with every thrust his balls slapped against my skin.
My hold faltered and my sweaty palm slipped from the bar, but when I went to reach for him, he grasped my hand and guided it back to the metal.
“That is a punishment,” he grunted out between thrusts. He pegged my prostate, and I yelled out in pleasure, my dick jerking and jets of cum spraying from my slit to cover my abs and pecs. I shuddered through my release, moaning and pleading as he fucked me harder. My world tilted and blacked out for a moment, and when I focused on him again, he froze, mouth twisting in unbridled pleasure as warmth flooded my insides.
His hips juddered forward as he orgasmed and grunted with each swell of his cock in my hole until he collapsed onto my chest.
I wrapped my arms around him as he panted for air, and laughing, I whispered, “Wow, good thing we didn’t do this at the gym.”
He snorted and shook his head. “We’re not done yet, Rookie. We’re only getting started.” He slapped my thigh and stared into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you on that exercise ball next, then on that yoga mat. Then I’m going to splash my load on your biceps and rub it in so you know who owns you.” He grabbed my face between his hands. “Who do you belong to, Rookie?”
I whimpered as his dick twitched inside me. It was too early for mine to rise again, but he managed miracles. Who knew how quickly it would happen, regardless of age? “You, Sir. Fuck. You.”
“Good boy. You’re such a good muscle bitch.” He kissed me brutally until I was sure his mouth had bruised mine.
16
JUDGE
Mondays suck.
That wasn’t usually my motto, normally I was pretty chill, but today it was right on the money. I was high-key sick of this waiting shit already. It was probably stupid to wish Flynn was here, but I did. I tugged at my blue tie and fought not to sigh as the assistant to the president of New Gothenburg State gave me a long look from behind her glossy oak desk. She had waist-length brown hair streaked with blonde and wore a black dress that had the shoulders cut out and showed off solid muscle. Overall she matched the boxy room I’d been stuck inforever. The walls were lined with shelves housing fake books—I’d tried to pull one down to read, and it had been a shock when three moved at once. I was beginning to feel as if the hollow reading material said a lot about the interaction to come—there would be zero substance.
No, I wasn’t naïve. I doubted most people who got into trouble for having sex around campus got a private meeting with the president of the school. The fact that my parents donated money had bought me the privilege, and the snotty glances the assistant kept giving me solidified that fact. She thought I was dirt, and for some reason she was extra-salty about it.
I’d told Flynn about my meeting today after we were completely fucked out Saturday night and flying high on endorphins. It had seemed like the perfect time to unload my anxiety while we lay side by side on cum-streaked yoga mats on the floor at Triple X. After I’d told him, the crowd in the main entertainment room had clapped loud enough it almost seemed like approval for growing a set of balls and being honest with my boyfriend. He’d rolled toward me, his amazing, muscled body on display, and I’d run my hand along his perfect, hard curves.
“What do you want to happen?” he’d asked, staring directly into my eyes. I’d never felt so naked. His irises had gleamed a dark brown and a strange, enchanting peace had settled over me.
Then, all at once, the moment hit me differently. As I’d stared, shock had pulsed through me along with a vague, thrilling sensation. Once I’d read about something calledl’appel du vide, or the call of the void. It was supposedly a sensation that occurred when, for a split second, you thought about doing something deadly that you would never actually do—like driving off a cliff. Only instead of a traffic catastrophe, I was imagining being told to my face that my time at the law school was finished—without my degree in hand.
And I wanted the explosion.
I craved the iconically awful ending to my law career.
I shouldn’t.
After I’d turned over the potential outcomes of the meeting today, I should’ve gone to my parents and begged them to pull every string they had. If they’d thrown all their resources at the problem, chances were they might’ve been able to make this all go away. Maybe I should’ve done all that, but on the other hand, I didn’t want them to think anything bad about Flynn.
Instead I’d stayed quiet.
Flynn had taken my hand while we lay with our sex sweat cooling, and a terrible sadness had crossed his face, leaving him frowning. So, I’d rolled on top of him and chased away that pain with my lips, and ever since he’d given me tiny frowns when he thought I wasn’t looking.
