16. Hot And Sweaty

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HOT AND SWEATY

K elly had never worked out with a man before.

She’d made this suggestion for a couple of reasons. One, she wanted to see Michael using some strength. Two, she wanted any guy to know she was taken who might be looking at her when she worked out. Three, she wanted to work him up well, getting him all hot and sweaty which in turn would do the same to her.

“Let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and two bottles of water out of the fridge. “The gym is the building across the street. I don’t have far to go to get there.”

There were a lot of buildings in the complex. “Makes it convenient. Do you have to pay or anything?”

“No,” she said. “It’s part of my fees, just have to sign you in. We are allowed one guest with us. Not many people use the gym. I’d think at this time on a Saturday it might be slow.”

But she was proven wrong when she opened the door. It wasn’t packed, but there were more than normal here.

And some that were here, were women she’d talked to in the past.

Now they’d want to talk to her and know the scoop.

She signed them both in. “Do you want to do cardio or just lift weights?”

“Do I need to warm up at all?” she asked.

“It will help to do that,” he said. “I don’t need you hurt.”

“You could carry me back and I’ll be fine.”

“I could,” he said, smiling. There were a lot of eyes on them. Good. She had one hot boyfriend by her side. Not just hot, but huge!

There was a treadmill open next to an elliptical bike.

“I’ll get on the bike if you want the treadmill.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I don’t do well on those bikes for some reason.”

“It’s fine,” she said. They both climbed on and she started low to warm up. “How long?”

“Twenty minutes is good,” he said. “Can you work up a sweat in that time?”

She turned and he was smirking at her. “Only if you do.”

“I’ll run if it helps.”

“Please do,” she said, lifting her eyebrows.

He started to walk and within a few minutes was running. It was obvious he was a runner at some point in his life.

When their twenty minutes were up, she got off and grabbed her water. Her heart was racing as she’d never gone that fast before and was trying to keep up with him.

“Guess you can sweat fast,” he said, leaning down to say that in her ear.

“You didn’t notice that the other night?” she asked, running her hand down his damp arm.

His face turned a little pink and she was glad to get the upper hand on him.

“I was too busy noticing other things,” he said. “Let’s just do a few basic things. Quads, hamstrings and chest. No reason to overdo it.”

“That works for me,” she said. “If I’m going to be sore tomorrow, I want it for another reason.”

She’d said that quietly too. “You’re trying to wind me up,” he said.

“Is it working?”

“It was working the minute I saw you in that outfit,” he said.

She laughed and knew it drew more eyes to them again.

One by one they went to the machines and he showed her how to use them after he’d done it. He looked muscular to her, but when he started to put some weights behind it, the muscles just protruded even more.

When he was getting off the chest press, she moved over and said low for his ears only, “Any woman would want you just watching you doing this.”

“I don’t want just any woman,” he said.

It was said tenderly and she might have felt like the most special person in the world.

She wasn’t sure anyone had ever made her feel special in her life.

She’d tried so hard to make Brian feel that way and didn’t hold it against him that she didn’t feel the same.

That her first wedding was at his house while he struggled to get dressed and move to the couch for the ceremony. No nice dress or flowers for her. Just a few selfies for their pictures and one that the judge took.

She didn’t know why her mind was going down a road that had been closed for years.

When they were done working out, she wiped her forehead and guzzled more water.

“I think I sweat more lifting weights than cardio. I know my heart is pumping harder.”

“That’s a good thing,” he said. “You can spend less time doing it too and get as good of or better of a workout.”

“Did you used to run?” she asked. “You’ve got some form on you.”

“Just form in running?” he asked. “And yes, I did in high school.”

“We’ll see what form you’ve got in the shower,” she said. “I know I need one after this.” She ran her hand over his back where his shirt was damp. “So do you.”

“How big is your shower?” he asked when they were out of the building and walking back to her place.

“Tub-sized. I think it will be a tight fit for us together, but I’m game for it if you are.”

“I can make anything work,” he said. “Sometimes I do my best work in small spaces.”

It took her a second when she saw the smirk on his face to realize he meant about her being tight a few days ago when they had sex.

“I’d say you do,” she said. “Now I need to see it again.”

They all but speed walked to her place, ran up the stairs and got behind her door fast with him pulling her into his arms.

She jumped up and put her legs around his waist. “I’m going to fuck you just like this.”

“Yes, please,” she said.

He moved to her bathroom and let her down to get in. It wasn’t that big of a space, but she moved past him to turn the water on.

When she turned, he was gone, but then came back and put a condom on the sink.

“Wasn’t sure if you had any in here.”

“I do,” she said. “But not sure of the size of you.” She’d gotten a good look at him the other night when they were done having sex and he was still huge. “Yep, need to get some bigger ones.”

“Stop,” he said.

“I’m not kidding,” she said. “I’ve got regulars. You’re an X-large and not just wishful thinking like most men. I’ve seen it on you. It’s a tight fit. Good work there, huh?”

He rolled his eyes and started to undress.

“Stop talking,” he said.

“Fine,” she said. “Strip for me, big boy.”

Her shirt and leggings were peeled off. She didn’t have underwear on so they pulled off easy enough, but her damp sports bra wasn’t coming off quite as well and she needed his help to lift it over her head.

She pushed the curtain back and climbed in and waited for him. He opened his condom and covered himself first.

“Just want to be prepared,” he said.

Since he was rock hard already it was hard to miss how prepared he was. “I don’t even get a warm up,” she said, frowning.

He had her back against the shower wall, the spray hitting his shoulders, his hand going between her legs and thrusting his fingers in.

She might have come that instant with that move if she wasn’t taken off guard. “Seems you’re pretty ready now.”

“Don’t waste it on your hand,” she said, letting out a moan and thrusting against him because her body just needed a bit more.

She pulled his hand out, then put his fingers on her waist and jumped up to wrap her legs around his hips like she’d said she was going to do.

He nudged himself inside of her and held her tight just like that.

“Fuck. Are you squeezing me?”

“I am,” she said. “You’re not the only one with a lot of control. Could I make you come this way?”

“I think you could,” he said. “Stop that.”

“Nope. I’ve never been able to come like this only, but I’m so close. Let’s try.”

“Not like I’ve got much of a choice,” he said. “Christ.” His jaw was clenched and she wanted to laugh at the power she held over him but had other things to concentrate on.

He held her like that while she worked her inner muscles around him as she had her other muscles in the gym.

She was slowly getting there. Not slowly, almost there right now.

She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she let out a big whoosh of air. “I’m so close.”

“Good,” he said, “because I’m not sure how much longer I can last.”

“Are you okay? I think your legs are shaking.”

“I’m fine,” he said, but he had one hand on the wall now and was holding her against it.

His hips were starting to move too and it was exactly what she needed.

“Keep doing that.”

He increased his movements from little thrusts to almost jerky ones while she continued to squeeze him.

Then he almost withdrew all the way out and slid in and it was what it took to send her over, her calling his name and pulsing around him without any control at all.

Her back was against the cold tiles as he was pumping into her fast and furiously, then grunting and dropping his head on her shoulder.

“Jesus Christ,” he said. “You just drain me.”

“Am I too much work for you?” she asked playfully.

“Nope,” he said. “I’m up for the challenge.”

Kelly unhooked her legs from around his hips and slid down until her feet were touching in the tub.

She squeezed by him to get in front of the shower spray since it was still hot. She wasn’t sure how long that would last and grabbed her soap to clean up.

Michael was taking care of the condom behind her, then he moved the curtain and dropped it in her wastebasket.

She handed the soap off to him after she rinsed off. No reason to wash her hair as she didn’t want to take the time to dry it and would just leave it up in a ponytail on her head.

She pushed the curtain to the side a bit and climbed out and reached for a towel to dry off.

When the water shut off, she handed him another towel and then moved out of the bathroom to get some clothes and change in her room.

Michael came in with a towel around his waist. “Hot damn,” she said. “You have no idea of the sexy sight you are. I wish I had my phone on me right now.”

“Not happening,” he said. “I’m not into half dressed pictures.”

“You’re no fun, Dad,” she said, poking his side and then pulling his towel off and slapping his ass with her hand.

“You want to play?” he asked, picking her up and tossing her on the bed, then coming down on top of her.

Talk about exciting. “I could have another round in me.”

“Then you shouldn’t have started to get dressed. Now I’ve got to take it off.”

“I think you’re up to it,” she said, laughing as he was yanking her clothes off and her body was flopping everywhere.

For someone who planned ahead, this wasn’t anything like she thought the first part of their date would go.

Not the sex part.

The part where she thinks she just fell in love.