With a growl, he lifts me effortlessly, then positions us both on the bench. The cool padding underneath contrasts with the heat brewing between us, and as he hovers over me, I see the resolve in his eyes.
“Let’s be reckless,” he says, and with that, he closes the distance, bodies entwined, surrendering to the wild, commanding passion that has finally ignited. As we move together, lost in the rhythm of our desires, I know there’s no turning back.
He peels off my tank top, and the cool leather against my bare back sends a shiver up my spine, contrasting with the heat of his body hovering over mine. Colt's eyes, dark and hungry, roam over me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I can see the desire etched in every line of his face, the tension in his jaw, the way his breath hitches slightly. “Give it to me, Colt,” I mutter.
A primal sound escapes his throat as he captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring, claiming. His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my waist, the swell of my breasts, before deftly unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. The cool air hits my nipples, making them harden instantly, and Colt doesn't miss a beat, his mouth trailing down to capture one peak, then the other, his tongue swirling, teasing.
I gasp, arching into his touch, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him close. He lavishes attention on my breasts, his hands cupping, squeezing, before one hand trails down, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. A good choice today. He lifts his head, his eyes locking onto mine as his fingers find my heat, stroking, exploring.
"God, you're so wet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
I nod, biting my lip, unable to form coherent words as his fingers work their magic, stroking, circling, building a tension low in my belly. He watches me intently, his eyes never leaving mine as he brings me closer to the edge.
I gasp, my body tensing, coiling tighter and tighter.
He captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing my cries, his fingers still moving, drawing out every last tremor.
As I come down from the high, my breath ragged, Colt pulls back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down and off, leaving me completely bare before him. His gaze sweeps over me, hungry, appreciative, before he stands, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes.
I watch, my mouth going dry as he reveals his body to me, every chiseled muscle, every hard plane. The way the light catches the definition of his abs has my heart racing. And then he's standing there, naked, his arousal evident, his eyes locked onto mine with that unmistakable hunger that sends shivers down my spine.
“You're incredible,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he moves back to the bench, positioning himself between my legs.
“Me? Fuck. I don’t know how I’m going to fit that,” I admit, my teasing tone masking the flutter of nerves in my stomach.
He smirks, that devilish grin spreading across his face. “Oh, trust me, you’ll fit. I’m eight inches, after all. Not that big.”
“Eight? My ex was, ah, not that,” I confess, my cheeks flushing at the admission. I can feel the heat rising in my body, mixing with the anticipation building between us.
His eyebrows shoot up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Really?”
Before I can stop myself, I kiss the head of his cock gently with my lips, a playful gesture that makes him chuckle. Then, I measure him with my hands, fingers stretching out in front of me. “He was only one hand length,” I say, smirking at the contrast.
“Can you…not talk about him? Like ever again?” Colt asks, feigning exasperation, but there’s a hint of vulnerability in his tone.
“Sorry. You’re just fucking big,” I reply, unable to hide the thrill of excitement in my voice. I almost want to laugh. Ofcoursemy younger trainer is hung like a porn star.
With that, I lean down and take him into my mouth, feeling the way he fills me completely. The weight of him on my tongue, the heat radiating from him, sends a shiver of pleasure racing down my spine. I can feel him harden even more, my body responding instinctively, craving more of him.
“Mmm. Baby,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire as he watches me. The look in his eyes—part lust, part awe—only fuels my desire further. I love this, the way he lets me take control, but also how dominant he is, guiding me without saying a word.
I relish every moment, every inch of him as I work my mouth over him, swirling my tongue and savoring the taste. He feels incredible, each flick and caress driving me wild, and I lose myself in the rhythm, the sensation of him filling my mouth, the way he groans my name.
“Fuck. You take me so well…”
“Well, color me impressed,” I finally manage to say, pulling back momentarily, panting as I look up at him, biting my lip.
“Me too.”
I giggle. “And a little intimidated.”
He leans closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Don’t be. Just take it nice and easy. And first…there’s something I’ve been dreaming about doing. Something that’s not an optional side quest.”
He sinks to his knees, positioning himself between my legs on the workout bench. As his mouth descends, a shiver runs down my spine, anticipation crackling in the air. His tongue flicks against me, teasing and exploring, sending shockwaves ofpleasure radiating through my body. I arch my back, gasping as he finds the perfect rhythm, each stroke igniting the fire within me.
The world around me fades; it’s just him and the exquisite sensations he’s creating. I feel every flick, every gentle lick, as he devours me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
“You like that, baby?” He says, looking up.
