Or maybe I did?
Okay, I needed sex. Like really needed it with Atlas. I’d had enough with fantasies and website photos showcasing his impressive package. I wanted the real thing.
“That sound like a plan, Tegan?” His deep growl of a voice brought me out of my thoughts as he handed me a pair of dumbbells.
Once again, I was spacing out during our training session.When you’re working out with your boyfriend and sex is the only thing on your mind, you’re bound to be a little bit distracted.
“Mhm. Yep. Sounds good,” I said, performing what I considered a perfect curl.
“No.” He laughed, reaching for my arm. “We aren’t doing curls today. Overhead shoulder press. We’re working on triceps, chest, and shoulders today.” He stepped up behind me, his hulking frame dwarfing mine in the mirrored wall in front of us. He brought his hands up to my arms, the rough pads of his fingers guiding them to where they needed to be.
“Like this,” he said as he leaned in closer, lifting my arms up and through the motion.
His body was so close to mine that I could feel the warm puffs of his breath on my neck with each word he spoke. I did my best to concentrate on what I was doing, but I managed to stick my ass out while I did it until I was almost grinding on him.
I could feel his dick getting hard against me, and when I finished my last set, our eyes met in the mirror.
“Shit, Tegan. I am so sorry,” he said before stepping back and turning away from me, his hands cradling the back of his head.
I set the weights down and made my way over to him. It was time to lay it all out on the table. “Atlas, there’s nothing to be sorry about. I am, like, really sexually attracted to you. You know that, right?” I reached up and gave his biceps a gentle squeeze.
He turned and stared down his muzzle at me, those golden orbs blazing with desire. “I’m really attracted to you, too. And it was probably painfully obvious just now.”
Uh, yeah it was.There was no way you could ignore that thing.
And I wasn’t going to.
“Come here.” I crooked my finger, beckoning him down to my level.
Atlas didn’t hesitate. He was on me in a second, his lipscrashing into mine, the short hairs on his muzzle tickling my face as he pulled my body flush against his.
I moaned, fisting his shirt, angling my head to give him better access to my mouth.
He was always so careful with me, watching his claws and his teeth, doing his best not to hurt me, but to be honest, it was sexy as fuck knowing that at any moment he could overpower me. I loved the sweet side of Atlas, but I was excited to see what would happen if he let his control slip a little bit.
It was like he could read my mind because he tightened his grip on my hip, the tips of his claws digging into me just the slightest as his cock rubbed against my pussy. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and its rough, textured surface dragged against my tongue. I groaned, imagining what it would feel like teasing my clit with long, slow strokes.
“Atlas,” I moaned against his mouth. “What if someone sees us?”
“It’s not even five a.m., Tegan. No one is going to catch us. And trust me,” he murmured between kisses, “there are worse things that go on here.”
“Yeah?” I asked, my interest piqued. “Like what?”
His dark laugh against my lips sent a wave of need through me, one that intensified when he said, “Like me jerking off in the locker room while thinking of you.”
It was nice having confirmation that he’d fantasized about me like I’d fantasized about him. I didn’t feel nearly as bad about making myself squirt to his competition photo now.
If other things went on in the gym…
I grabbed his hand, leading him over to one of the weight benches.
“Sit down.” My voice was breathy, and I was sure my face was red from kissing him.
I expected some half-assed protest, but he adjusted his boner and sat down on the bench.
Leaning in, I gave him a quick peck on the lips before lowering to my knees in front of him. “Pull out your cock.”
“Baby, you don’t have to do this,” he said, his brow furrowed with concern.
