Workout Romance 소설 & 이야기

“I’m working. You know my schedule.” I remembered the crushing weight of that moment, the way his words hit me, worse than any punch. My love for him felt like a secret, shameful thing he barely tolerated. Another scene flashed. The gym. The smell of sweat and disinfectant. I was working out, while he flirted openly with a woman. She was a client, a pretty blonde with a tight ponytail and a smug smile. I’d seen her husband drop her off earlier. “Damien, you’re so strong!” she’d giggled, touching his bicep.

The soil is cool between my fingers as we work. Movement catches my eye—the men are outside training, and my mate leads them. My hands pause on the rosebush as I watch him. He's shirtless, his bronzed skin gleaming with sweat under the midday sun. His perfectly defined abs and powerful arms flex with each movement, muscles rippling like liquid metal. Despite my anger, I can't help imagining how those muscles would feel beneath my fingers. The mate bond pulses strongly, making my skin flush with unwanted desire. Every time he demonstrates a move, the raw power in his body makes my heart race faster.

“I promise I won’t distract you too much.” As we resumed our training, I found myself swept away by the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies moving in tandem. Grappling techniques came alive in the heat of our connection, each movement igniting a spark between us. The warmth of his skin against mine served as a tantalizing reminder of our proximity, and I could feel his heartbeat—steady yet quickening—mirroring my own. In that moment, the world around us faded, leaving only the electric atmosphere of our shared struggle and the unspoken bond that pulsed in the air.

We both agreed to leave the air-con off unless it got unbearably hot in there, which, eventually, it did, the aroma of both of us filling the hot room which for me was a heady gaseous elixir which made me dizzy, as tipsy as any bottle of wine. After our workouts I would be aroused to the point of having to stand under my cold shower until my body calmed. It took all my resolve not to go into his room, where I knew he would be taking his own shower. My imagination would run wild with ideas of me joining him under the steamy stream of water and being taken by him, ideas which still flitted through my mind as we were later on the settee, him sitting close to me, both of us talking so happily. O

After two hours of work out, both of them cooled down and drank their water. He keeps admiring her in sweats. And because of his body heat, he couldn't help himself and pulled her into his arms and ripped her yoga shorts and sports bra. He holds her butt and sits her on the bench. "Wife, I think this is the best exercise." He removes his clothes and kisses her passionately. She responded immediately and kissed the sweats on his bare massive chest. She said a loud 'ahh' which is part of the vocal exercise he's teaching her during their love making. "Sabrina…" he utters as their passion increases… which they could say—love is in the air.

“Stay strong, Olivia. Think about your marriage. Think about the promises you made. You can’t let one moment of neglect from Andrew push you into sin like this.” But the more I tried to fight it, the more my body craved the contact. Silas began rocking the ball gently with his legs, forcing a steady rhythm that made me grind continuously on his hardness. My body was pulsing. The heat between us was unbearable. He suddenly changed the exercise. “Let’s try a different core workout,” he said huskily. He lifted me again and repositioned me facing him this time, my legs wrapped around his waist as he held me up. My arms instinctively went around his neck for support. Our faces were inches apart.

He sat next to me and said with a smile, "This is what working out is like, Tom. It's very boring, but you have to stay disciplined. But…" He pointed at a small, private room before continuing, "If you have a girlfriend, you can try out a couple's workout. It's way more fun!"

I came violently within seconds, squirting all over both cocks as my body convulsed. They kept going, switching between my holes, using every part of me. I lost count of how many times I came, screaming their names like a broken slut. Finally, they both buried themselves deep at the same time. “Take our cum,” Jax growled. Both men exploded inside me, flooding my pussy and mouth with thick, hot loads. Cum overflowed from my stretched pussy, running down my thighs onto the glass table. I was a trembling, cum-covered mess when Jax picked up his phone and showed me the screen. A new “workout plan” was displayed, daily sessions, multiple times per day, with very explicit notes.

She shys away the embrassement on her face. And now what! Rina... Tariq asked. Am trying to gain energy by working out besides am used to not being lazy in the mornings. Rina told back. Oh is that so! But still you can't work out now. Tariq stated Why? Rina questioned Because last night l didnt use protection. What if there is a little me inside you? Won't it be affected by these work outs. Tariq shamelessly outtered.

I cared less about what they called me and more about my condition. "I can't. I'm exhausted and I am also very thirsty, "I weakly replied, tasting the earth's dust. Salt bugs flew around my face, attracted by the salinity in my sweat. I was too weak to swat at them, and so I laid down, unwilling to get up. The man marched up to me and, to my surprise, burst into a peal of mocking laughter.