Mag-log inScrewed in the gym๐๐๐๐๐Chapter 3: Ravished on the counter๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅตNoah stepped back into my space.This time there was no hesitation. His hand returned to my waist, firmer, and my fingers found his shirt again. We were all alone.And both of us knew what was about to happen next.He backed me toward the small restroom counter without a word. The moment my hips hit the edge he gripped the backs of my thighs and lifted me onto it in one smooth motion.My sneakers dangled. Noah stepped between my knees, shoved my gym shorts and panties to the side in one rough tug, and groaned under his breath when he felt how wet I already was.โFuckโฆโI yanked the waistband of his shorts and briefs down just far enough to free him. His cock sprang out thick and hard, the head already slick. I wrapped my hand around him once, feeling the heat and the way he twitched in my grip, then guided him to my entrance.Noah pushed in with one deep, continuous thrust.โAhhโโThe stretch made my mouth fal
Screwed in the gym๐๐๐๐๐Chapter 2: Don't stop ๐๐ฆ๐ฆI didnโt walk toward the exit.I turned left instead and pushed open the door to the smaller restroom hallway that was right between the main locker rooms. The air was cooler here, it was quieter, the heavy sound of weight clanking from the gym floor reduced to a dull sound through the walls. I stopped near the water fountain and pretended to adjust the band of my sports watch. My pulse was still too fast. I could still feel the weight of his eyes from the mirror, the way the air had thickened every time our eyes locked on the mirror.Almost a minute passed.Then the door from the main floor opened and Noah stepped into the hallway.He slowed when he saw me. Then closed the door.The door swung shut behind him, cutting off the last of the gym noise. For a second we just stood there, a few yards apart from each other's personal space.โDidnโt expect to see you here,โ he said. His voice was quieter than it had been out on the
Screwed in the gym๐๐๐๐๐Chapter 1: His gaze๐ ๐ฆ๐ฆI finished my last set of hip thrusts and sat up on the bench, breathing hard. Sweat had soaked through the back of my sports bra and the waistband of my shorts. My legs felt that good, heavy kind of tired that meant I had actually worked out. Around me the gym was still busy, weights were clanking, the low thud of someone elseโs music leaking from the headphones, the usual mix of serious lifters and people half-heartedly scrolling on the machines.I grabbed my water bottle and towel and headed toward the long wall of mirrors where people usually stretched. That was my routine. Finish the heavy work, then spend ten minutes on the floor stretching before I left.He was already there.The guy I had been glancing at for a long time now.I noticed him the second I stepped into the open space in front of the mirrors. He was tall, wore dark shorts, a sleeveless shirt that showed the kind of shoulders that didnโt happen by accident
Fucked in a club ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐The bass was so loud it felt like it was played right inside my ear.I wanted to escape everything for a second and this was the place to come to.People rocked their bodies on the dance and so did I. I had been dancing with my friends for almost an hour when I realized someone was staring at me. I turned, and there he was.He was tall, his dark shirt open at the collar, his eyes locked on me like he had already decided how the night would end.He didnโt smile at me. He just held the look.I stared back longer than I should have. Something low in my stomach tightened. When the song changed I leaned toward my friend and said I was going to get water. I didnโt wait for her reply. I just moved through the crowd toward the edge of the floor. He was already walking the same direction as me.We reached the hallway that led to the bathrooms almost at the same time. The music was still loud, but it was muffled now. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes scanning m
Screwed on the first date๐๐๐My best friend had dragged me to a blind date for the hundredth time this month. But this particular guy was different. He wasn't โtrying too hardโ like the rest.His name was Grant, and somehow he caught my attention.He set his menu down and looked at me over the candlelight. โSo what do you actually do when youโre not being polite on first dates?โI raised an eyebrow. โWho says Iโm being polite?โโYouโve smiled at every waiter and laughed at least twice at things that werenโt that funny. Thatโs polite.โ His mouth curved. โIโm more interested in the version of you that isnโt trying so hard.โHeat rose low in my stomach. โAnd what version is that?โโThe one that keeps looking at my mouth when she thinks Iโm not noticing.โI didnโt look away. โYouโre very direct.โโThat saves time.โ He lifted his wine glass. โWhat about you? Direct or polite?โโDepends on the company.โโAnd right now?โI took a slow sip of my own wine before answering. โStill deciding.
Chapter 3: I'm cumming ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅตJakeโs head snapped up.Our eyes locked.For a second neither of us moved. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, the head flushed and shining with pre-cum. His chest rose and fell hard. โLia,โ he said, his voice cracking.I stepped fully into the bathroom. The door stayed open behind me. My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat, but my legs carried me forward until I was only a foot away from him.โYou said my name,โ I whispered.Jake swallowed. โIโฆ fuck. Iโm sorry. I didnโt mean for you toโโโIโve thought about you the same way.โ The confession left me before I could stop it. โFor a long time.โHis eyes widened. The hand on his cock flexed once, like he couldnโt help it.I reached out and gently moved his hand away. My fingers wrapped around him instead. He was hot, thick, and hard. Jakeโs breath left him in a rough, broken sound.โLiaโฆ we shouldnโtโโโDonโt stop,โ I said quietly. โPlease.โI stroked him slowly from base to t
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of hisโฆdeep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me







