I dip my head and take one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, and she cries out, her fingers threading through my hair and yanking me closer. I swirl my tongue around the peak, tasting her skin, then graze it with my teeth and she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock, a desperate, broken whine that I want to hear again and again.
I bite down gently and she jerks against me, her hips rocking forward, grinding against my thigh, and I can feel the heat of her even through her leggings, and can feel how wet she already is.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair until my scalp stings. “Don’t stop?—“
I don’t stop. I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and licking and biting until both her nipples are swollen and red and glistening. Her hands are everywhere now, in my hair, on my shoulders, raking down my back, and the sounds she’s making are incredible, moans and whimpers and whines.
“We should stop,” she says, but her body is saying something completely different. Her fingers are digging into my hair, holding my mouth against her breast, and her hips won’t stop moving. Her legs have wrapped around my thigh and she’s practically humping me, and the combination of desperate and defiant is driving me out of my mind.
“Definitely.” I release her nipple with a wet sound and look up at her. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. “We should absolutely stop.”
“I’m serious.” But she’s pulling me up to kiss her again, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her hands cupping my face. “This is insane. We hate each other.”
“So let’s hate each other naked.” I hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings, feeling the heat of her skin against my knuckles, and meet her eyes. I hold there, giving her one last chance to stop this, one last chance to be the smart one, one last chance to walk away before we do something we can’t take back. “Unless you want to walk away.”
“Do you want me to walk away?” she asks, and there’s challenge in her voice, that edge that’s been driving me crazy for weeks, that’s been keeping me up at night, that’s been making me hard at the most inappropriate moments.
“What do you think?” I press my cock against her hip, grinding slowly, letting her feel exactly how hard I am, exactly how much I don’t want her to walk away. I’m straining against my sweatpants, the fabric tented obscenely, and there’s a wet spot forming at the tip where I’ve been leaking precum since she first kissed me.
“I think you’ve wanted to fuck me since the day I walked back into your gym,” she says, her voice teasing, and before I can respond she’s sliding off the bench, her body dragging against mine on the way down as she sinks to her knees in front of me.
She looks up at me with those dark eyes, her face level with my crotch, her lips parted and swollen, and my cock jerks in my sweatpants at the sight of Brooke Bennett on her knees, looking up at me.
She hooks her fingers in my waistband, her knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin below my navel, making my abs clench visibly, and she drags my sweatpants down my hips slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, her eyes locked on mine the whole time like she’s daring me to look away first.
My cock springs free the second she clears the waistband, thick and hard and flushed dark, and she’s eye level with it now, close enough that I can feel her breath ghosting across my shaft, warm and damp.
She wraps her hand around the base, and strokes slowly from root to tip, spreading the precum that’s already leaking out in a steady stream, coating my shaft until it’s slick and shining in the low light of the gym.
I drop to my knees on the thick foam padding and lay her down, grabbing her leggings and yanking them down her hips, taking her underwear with them, not bothering to be gentle, just needing them off. She kicks them away, her hands braced on the mat, and then she’s completely naked beneath me.
I grab her thighs and spread them wider, looking at her pussy for the first time, and she’s glistening, her arousal visible on her inner thighs, her lips swollen and flushed dark pink, her clit peeking out from its hood. She’s so wet she’s dripping onto the mat beneath her, and the sight makes my cock throb painfully between my legs.
“Dominic—“ She starts to say something but I don’t let her finish.
I bury my face in her pussy.
She groans, her whole body arching off the mat, her hands flying to my hair and gripping hard enough to make my scalp sting as I lick her from entrance to clit, one long slow drag of my tongue, tasting her properly for the first time.
She’s sweet and musky and perfect, and I can’t get enough, spreading her open with my thumbs so I can get deeper, so I can lick inside her, so I can taste every inch of her. I push my tongue inside her as deep as it will go and she moans, her thighs clamping around my head, her hips rocking against my face, smearing her wetness across my chin, my cheeks, my nose.
I eat her like I’m starving for it, because I am, and she’s writhing beneath me, her moans echoing off the concrete walls, her hands alternating between pulling my hair and shoving my face harder against her pussy like she can’t decide if she wants more or if it’s too much. I find her clit and suck it into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue, and she nearly comes off the mat, her back arching so hard only her shoulders and heels are touching the ground, her thighs shaking around my head.
I push two fingers inside her while I keep sucking her clit, curling them to find that spot, and when I hit it she screams, her walls clenching around my fingers, her whole body starting to shake with the beginnings of an orgasm. I can feel her getting close, feel the way her thighs are trembling, the way her wallsare starting to flutter, the way her moans have gone high and desperate.
I pull back.
The sound she makes is raw and furious, her hips chasing my mouth, her hands shoving at my head trying to push me back down, but I grab her wrists and pin them to the mat on either side of her hips, holding her down as I look up at her with her taste still on my lips, her arousal dripping down my chin.
“You bastard—“ she snarls, her whole body trembling on the edge of an orgasm I’m not going to let her have, her eyes wild with fury and desperation. “I was so close?—“
“I know,” I say, and I settle between her thighs, my cock pressing against her entrance. She’s so wet the head slides through her folds easily, bumping against her clit, nudging at her opening, and she wraps her legs around my waist immediately.
I grab her hips and hold her still, keeping just the tip of my cock pressed against her entrance, not pushing in, making her feel how close I am to giving her what she needs without actually giving it to her. Her hips strain against my grip, trying to rock forward, trying to take me inside, but I’m stronger than her and we both know it.
“Say please,” I tell her, my voice rough.
Her eyes flash with fury. “Go fuck yourself.”
