He brought it to me and placed it on the weight bench before his hands were on me. First, he turned me to face the mirror with a firm hold at my hips and kept his eyes on me while he lowered his head and kissed the curve of my jaw and my neck.
His palm slid down my thigh and back up, pressing his hand flat against my stomach, bringing me into his chest and against the thickness of his dick. When I shifted, he lifted his eyes and grinned, stepping back enough to give us space.
“Spread your legs shoulder-width apart.”
I calmed my raging hormones and adjusted my stance, watching him behind me through the mirror. Ryland lifted the bar and positioned it across my shoulders, speaking his next instructions since his hands were occupied.
“Lift your hands and place them on the bar, just outside your shoulders.”
When I lifted my hands, he allowed the weight of the bar to rest on my shoulders and adjusted them so my palms were facing out and spaced evenly. He was at my back again and placed his hands at my waist, locking eyes with me through the mirror.
“Come down just enough to feel comfortable. Try not to lean forward and use your legs, not your back.”
I tucked my bottom lip in and did what he said. Ryland kept his hands at my waist and lowered with me. His gaze remained on mine through the mirror, and each time I was standing upright again, his body pressed against mine. It was intimate and sexually charged, which had me ready to drop this damn bar.
“Enough?” he signed and I nodded right before he lifted the bar and moved it back to the spot on the wall. He took a seat on the weight bench, lifting a bottle of water from underneath.
“You done?”
“With you here, yeah. I can’t focus for shit.”He grinned and turned up the water, finishing half the bottle and placing it back on the floor.“Come here.”
“Nope, I’m working out.”
“You’re in here because you wanted my attention. You got it, now come here.”
I grinned and made my way to him, stopping between his thighs but he tapped my hip, signaling for me to move. I gave in and climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs until he dropped his hands to my ass and jerked me on top of his very hard dick.
“I thought you were supposed to be focused. A little distraction shouldn’t have thrown you off.”
He spoke since his hands were still occupied.“Depends on the distraction.”
“You could have ignored me?”
“Nah, not possible.”
He pulled me in closer and I shifted on his lap, watching as his hooded gaze glided down my body. His grip on me tightened. “Everything cool with your mom?”
“Yes, she was worried about all the press.”
“She wants you back home?”
I shook my head and signed,“No, she just wanted to make sure I was okay.”
“Are you?”
“Currently, I’m great.”I rocked my hips and he grinned.
“You, not your pussy.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes.“I’m fine. There are some hateful ass H-O-E-S, but according to most of the comments,the people like me more than they like you. They’ve been telling me I can do much better.”
He smiled sexily.“You probably can, but I’m not coming up off you. So you’re stuck with me.”
I arched a brow and he leaned in closer when he asked, “You object?”
My head shook before his mouth was on mine. While his tongue moved past my lips and began exploding, I rocked and circled my hips, grinding on his dick until I had his eyes again.
“Good to know you don’t have any objections because I believe in consent.”
