Freaky workout

Jennifer’s POV

I’d always been an early bird. But lately, it was the nights that made me feel most alive—something about the quiet, the city lights shimmering through the gym windows, the hum of the equipment, the stillness. It felt like I belonged to a different world at night. A more daring one.

I had a habit of showing up just before the sun dipped below the skyline. Everyone else had cleared out by then—except Chase.

Chase, my trainer.

We were always the last two. Just the sound of our breathing, the clink of metal weights, and his voice, deep and smooth, guiding me through every motion.

He had a presence that made me feel… safe. And hot all over.

His hands lingered when they didn’t have to. When he corrected my form or helped stretch out my legs on the mat, they’d brush against my thighs, my hips, sometimes my ass. It was never long enough to be inappropriate—but always long enough to make me crave more.

And I knew he looked at me. I caught his gaze drifting over my curves more than once—especially when I bent down to grab a dumbbell or stretched out during cool-downs. And when I caught him? He’d just flash that crooked little smile, like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Like he was daring me to call him out.

I never did.

Our conversations were always soaked in playful teasing, loaded with flirtation and double meanings. We laughed like nothing was happening, but everything was happening. There was electricity in every glance. Every touch. Every second we spent alone in that empty gym felt like we were dancing around something we both desperately wanted.

Until that night—when we stopped dancing.

“Alright, that’s enough for today,” Chase said, brushing sweat from his brow after our usual two-hour grind. “You did amazing, Jennifer.”

I gave him a soft smile. “Thanks.”

I turned and walked toward the showers, heart pounding harder than it had during cardio. My skin was slick with sweat, and my muscles ached in the best way. But my thoughts… they were on him. The way he looked at me. The way I wanted him to touch me more.

I stepped into the stall and let the hot water stream over me, washing away the soreness, the tension… and maybe the restraint I’d been clinging to for weeks.

That’s when I saw it—a shadow on the other side of the frosted glass.

My breath caught.

“Chase?” I called, turning slightly.

The door opened.

He stepped inside like he belonged there, towel slung casually over his shoulder, a wild glint in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, wavering between shock and excitement.

“I thought we should finish our session properly,” he said, stepping forward until the space between us vanished.

Before I could stop him—or myself—his mouth was on mine.

Hot. Demanding. Devouring.

I melted into him instantly, moaning into the kiss as his arms wrapped around me. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the water poured down over us.

He pinned me gently against the cool tiles, one hand cupping the back of my neck while the other traveled down the curve of my spine.

“This what you wanted, Jennifer?” he murmured against my lips.

“Yes,” I breathed, arching into him. “I want you.”

His mouth moved to my throat, kissing, nibbling, sucking—making my knees weak. His hands explored every inch of my body like he’d memorized it already. When he dropped to his knees, I almost lost it.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, looking up at me from between my thighs, eyes heavy with lust. “Please. Let me taste you.”

The sight of him on his knees for me made something primal rise in my chest.

“I’m in control now,” I said, cupping his face. “You follow every instruction. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” I pulled him closer. “Now taste me.”

And god—he did.

His tongue danced over my folds with expert precision, teasing, then plunging deeper. I gasped and clutched his hair, grinding against his mouth. The pleasure built fast—too fast—but I didn’t stop him. I wanted all of it.

“Harder,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”

He groaned into me, the vibration sending sparks through my core. His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me open wider. One slid up to my breasts, massaging and pinching my nipples just how I liked it.

“Fuck, Chase,” I moaned. “Just like that…”

I came hard, crying out his name, thighs trembling as he lapped up every drop of me like he was starving.

But he wasn’t done.

In one swift move, he stood, grabbed my ass, and lifted me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist just as he slid inside me—slow, deep, thick.

We both gasped.

The stretch. The heat. The feeling of being completely filled.

“Oh my god…” I moaned into his neck as he began to move—slow at first, then faster, deeper, harder.

The sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with the water hitting our skin, our grunts and moans echoing off the tile walls. I bit his shoulder, raked my nails down his back, leaving red trails. He didn’t stop.

“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me how good I feel.”

“So good,” I panted. “You feel so fucking good inside me, Chase.”

He slammed into me, again and again, driving me wild until we were both close—so close.

And then, together, we fell.

Our orgasms crashed over us like a tidal wave, our cries lost in the hiss of the water. His arms held me tight as we shook against each other, trembling, panting, completely undone.

When we finally collapsed to the floor, tangled in each other, I could barely speak.

“That was…” I whispered breathlessly.

“Unexpected?” he chuckled, kissing my temple.

I smiled, still dazed. “Perfect.”

He brushed a wet strand of hair from my face. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Jennifer. I just didn’t know if I should cross that line.”

“You didn’t,” I whispered, pulling him in again. “We crossed it together.”

And something told me… this was only the beginning.