13. Now Thats a Workout

Now That's a Workout

Nova

B en’s words seemed genuine. Could I believe him? Linc certainly didn’t have an issue touching me yesterday. You can’t fake how hot we were for each other, can you?

“I… I think I would like that,” I replied. “It would be nice to feel good about myself again. Because, apart from how you guys have made me feel over the last week, I haven’t for a long time,” I admitted. “I don’t know when Paul’s words started breaking me down, but one day, I realized that I could barely stand to look at myself in the mirror.”

Ben’s hands moved toward me, then dropped as if he changed his mind before he cursed softly and wrapped his arms around me to pull me tight against him. I let myself relax into his embrace and take comfort from it. “I’m sorry he treated you so poorly and made you feel like this. I’m going to do everything in my power to help you see yourself how we see you,” he whispered into my hair. Tears sprung to my eyes, and I blinked them away, stubbornly refusing to let them fall. No more self- pity. As if he sensed my struggle, his arms tightened more. “The plus side to this is working out together will help me test the tracker. That was why I had initially stopped by. I wanted to see if you were up for some testing. Plus, I wanted to see you in yoga pants.”

I giggled at his comment, and he chuckled with me.

“That’s better. I hate seeing you sad,” Ben said, kissing my cheek and stepping back to look at me. He held my hand and tugged it to get me to follow him back to the parking lot. “So, if you’d like to start today, we have a home gym in our basement. You could come over, and we could work out and then have dinner with us. I’ll cook!”

“You can cook?” The surprise in my voice was evident. I just didn’t peg any of them as the domestic type.

“Of course I can cook,” he teased. “We weren’t always rich. If you want to eat, you must know how to cook.”

“Well, that sounds lovely. I’ll run home and change and meet you there?”

“Can’t wait,” Ben replied, kissing me softly before opening my door.

I drove home feeling better than I had going to the park. It was time to stop letting Paul dictate my self-worth. I felt empowered and chose workout clothes that were a little tighter than I should have been wearing, but I refused to let myself change. I grabbed leggings and an oversized sweater to change into after the workout and followed my GPS to their house.

The gate was open when I arrived, which was good because Ben hadn’t given me a code. They lived in a mansion, which I had known, but I’d never been beyond the gate before. A large manicured lawn surrounded the large drive that led to the house. I drove around the angel fountain and parked near the steps leading to the door.

I climbed the steps, wondering why the hell I was so nervous, and rang the doorbell. Seconds later, Ben swung the door open, and his eyes widened when he saw me. I had a moment of uncomfortableness before he dragged me inside and pressed me against the door.

“Fucking hell, I wasn’t ready for you to come dressed like this, Doll. What do you say we skip the traditional workout for a more natural form of cardio?” His hands trailed from my hips over my ass and then up my torso to rest on my rib cage, grazing the bottom of my breasts.

“I think we better focus on the purpose of my visit and maybe revisit your suggestion later,” I replied, determined to see this through.

“Ok. Either way, I get to make you sweat. And anticipation is half the fun anyway,” he replied. I tried not to gawk at their house as he led me through it to the basement steps. These weren’t your usual creepy, dark, rickety basement steps either. The stairwell was wider like you might find in an office, and bright white. I followed him down the steps and through a door halfway down the hall. My jaw dropped as I took in the room. When someone says “home gym,” you generally envision a weight bench, treadmill, and other equipment like an elliptical. This was not that gym.

Their home gym was a state-of-the-art masterpiece. I couldn’t find better equipment at an actual gym within fifty miles. It had every piece of exercise equipment you could think of, and at least two of each. All three men could efficiently work out down here without stepping on each other’s toes. I spotted a sauna in the back and a massive shower with a glass door next to it. The walls were floor-to-ceiling mirrors with TVs mounted around the room.

“Holy shit,” I said as I sat my bag against the wall.

“Do you like it?” Ben asked excitedly. “I spent a lot of time designing this space to ensure it had everything we would need.”

“And then some,” I commented. “It looks great.”

“Thanks,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Ok, I thought we’d start easy today. I want to run you through each machine to see if the tracker can differentiate the different exercises independently. Why don’t we start with the treadmill?”

I got on the treadmill, and he got behind me, pushing close behind me to hit a few buttons. Once the machine started running, he hopped off. He looked at his watch and noted the time on his tablet. He had set the machine briskly, and I tried to focus on not tripping and busting my ass. It wasn’t easy because my eyes drifted to the mirror and Ben’s reflection as he stood behind me, off to the side, and stared at my ass the entire time.

His chest was bare, and the hard lines of his muscles made him look like Michelangelo himself had sculpted him. His gray sweatpants did very little to hide his growing erection, and I stumbled slightly, catching myself on the railings, when he palmed it. His eyes jumped to mine in the mirror, and he grinned shamelessly at me for catching him.

The rest of the workout went like this. Ben would have me move to another machine. Press against me teasingly as he got the machine running, then stood back and watched me, sometimes while casually fondling himself. It was fucking hot. I had never felt more desired. If he could look at me like that when I looked like an overstuffed sausage and was a sweating, heaving mess, maybe they were telling the truth.

“Ok, last exercise, and then you can shower while I start dinner,” Ben announced as he guided me to the weight bench. I laid on it, and he got into position to spot me, and I found myself looking up at his raging hard-on. Ben smirked down at me but didn’t comment as I reached up to grasp the bar. He adjusted my grip and then guided me through the first rep. I was only half listening to him, unable to tear my eyes from the view.

When I finished the first rep, I shook out my hands. When I raised them again, instead of gripping the bar, I went for his cock. It was for me, after all, right? I pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down to release his heavy cock as my other hand wrapped around it. My fingers could almost touch as I stroked him slowly. I squeezed a drop of pre-cum out and pulled the head down to lick it off.

“Nova,” Ben groaned, slumping forward on the bar above me to give me a better angle.

I swirled my tongue around the tip and traced the vein on the underside of his dick before sucking it into my mouth. Head was the one thing Paul always had time for if I was willing, so my skills were more than proficient. Unfortunately, once he came, that was the end of our liaison. I had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case with Ben.

He flipped the barbell from its stand to the side out of the way as he leaned over me, thrusting himself deeper into my mouth as he ran a hand down the center of my body and into my pants. I moaned as his fingers dipped into my wetness and then circled my clit slowly.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, Nova,” he praised. He continued slowly pushing into my mouth, rubbing my clit in time with his strokes. I felt like I would combust if he didn’t go faster when he suddenly moved away entirely.

A small yelp escaped me when he yanked me to my feet and kissed me hard. While we kissed, his hands were busy pushing my pants down. “I need to taste you, too,” he said, breaking the kiss and shoving his sweats off before yanking my tank top over my head. I wanted faster, and I got it. Before I knew it, he was stretched out on the bench and had pulled me over him so that I was straddling his head. I felt a little uneasy in this position. I had no way of supporting my weight, so I didn’t smother him. It was either stand over him or kill him with my pussy.

“Maybe we should move this to the floor,” I hedged.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growled. He tapped my legs to get my knees to buckle and moaned into my pussy when it landed on his face. Reflexively, I rotated my hips at the vibration as his tongue slid through my arousal. His hands moved to the back of my thighs and effortlessly lifted me off of him enough to say, “Swallow my fucking cock, baby,” before diving back in and making me moan. It wasn’t until he smacked my ass that I guided his dick back into my mouth.

I didn’t have anything except him to brace myself on, which made me feel extra vulnerable and self-conscious, but his talented mouth didn’t let me stay in that headspace for long, and I planted my hands on his hips and began bobbing on his cock. My movements rocked my body against his, adding extra friction as I gave myself over to the highs we were chasing as I doggedly worked to take all of him into my mouth.

He groaned as the head slipped into my throat, sending delicious tingles across my body. This was the second time in as many days that I was being ravished, and the fact that it was by two different men didn’t bother me much. Plenty of women would kill to be in my position, and that thought alone spurred me on as my confidence blossomed. They picked me for whatever reason, and maybe it was time to stop questioning that so much.

Ben slipped two fingers into me and massaged the front wall of my pussy, making me whimper and moan around his cock. He groaned in response and repositioned me. “I’m almost there, Nova. Come for me, baby.” I doubled down on my efforts as his lips sealed around my clit and sucked it into his mouth. Between his fingers, mouth, and the heady feeling of empowerment, my orgasm hit me hard as I screamed around his cock, and my hips bucked as I frantically rode his face.

I cupped his balls in my hand and felt them tighten as he spurted ropes of cum down my throat. I had to swallow rapidly to keep up without choking or spilling a drop. We licked each other lazily to clean up any messes as we recovered.

When he was done, Ben lifted me enough to shimmy from beneath me and sit me on the bench. He looked up at me from between my spread legs and grinned. “That was amazing! Let’s end all workout sessions like that.”

I giggled as he sat up and spun around to face me. He pulled my legs over his and pulled me into his lap to kiss me. I wasn’t used to being manhandled so easily, so it caught me off guard. Even at my smallest, Paul just wasn’t the manhandling type. He rarely let me sit in his lap even. All of this was completely new and somewhat unsettling.

Sensing that I might need some space, Ben ended the kiss with a kiss on my shoulder and then set me back down. “I should let you shower. We should shower together to conserve water, but I think I’ll give you a moment to yourself this time.”

He walked over to start the shower while I grabbed my bag from against the wall where I had left it.

I approached the shower apprehensively. “Is it possible to use a shower with more privacy?” I asked. Ben grinned again and then hit a button inside the shower. Instantly, the shower door turned opaque. “You thought of everything,” I laughed.

“You think I want to see Grant and Lincoln showering? Hell no,” he said with horror, making me laugh harder.

“Then why get a glass door to begin with?” I asked.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. “Because I knew one day I’d get someone in here that I wouldn’t mind watching. And one day, you aren’t going to want to press that button, and that’s going to be hot as fuck.” He released me and went to a cabinet to pull out a towel and hang it on the hook outside the shower. “Come on up when you’re ready.” With a final tender kiss, he slapped my ass, making me yelp, and left the gym with a chuckle.

I indulged in a more extended shower than I usually took. I wasn’t trying to avoid him. It was just that the shower was heavenly, and I couldn’t make myself get out. Once dry and dressed, I wandered back upstairs, towel-drying my hair. Lincoln and Grant sat at the oversized marble island while Ben stood at the stove. As soon as Lincoln saw me, he rushed over and swept me into his arms for a long, slow kiss, leaving my body on fire and ready for another round. I had to shake my head a couple of times to clear it.

“Hey, Sugar. Have a good workout?” Lincoln teased knowingly. “You all hopped up on endorphins now?”

“It keeps going like this, and I might need rehab,” I joked. “Where should I put my towel?” Linc took it from my hands and disappeared. I looked at Grant shyly. We interacted less, so I wasn’t as comfortable with him as with the other two. He reached for me as I approached, tugging me between his legs, and kissed my cheek. He then pulled the seat Linc had vacated and lifted me onto it.

“How are you today, Nova?” He asked politely. He was pleased I was there but was more reserved than the others. It felt like he was trying to calculate how much of a wrench I would be in their lives.

“I’m good. I made a lot of calls this morning about the Christmas Festival.” He looked confused, so I filled him in on what I was trying to do after visiting the orphanage the day before. When Lincoln returned, he pulled the empty stool on my other side closer to me and sat.

“Well, Triple Tech is more than willing to help with anything you need to pull this off. Why don’t you stop by sometime this week to discuss it more? I love the idea,” Grant replied. “And then, whether physical or financial, just call Joel; he’ll get you what you need. Speaking of,” Grant pulled an envelope out of his briefcase and slid it toward Ben. “Here’s the file you asked Joel to pull. Why do we care about Paul Altman?”

My eyes widen, and Ben looks at me sheepishly. “That’s my ex. Why are you looking into him? How did you even know who he was?”

“Stef told me who he was this morning. I just wanted to know more about the idiot that let you go,” Ben replied.

“Please don’t do anything to him,” I plead. “He loves working for you and was so happy when you trusted him enough to send him on business trips. I don’t want to be the reason he has problems at work.” The three men looked at each other and then at me with confusion.

“We’ve never sent him or any other employee on a business trip, Sugar,” Lincoln said gently.

His words and their meaning slowly sank in. At best, Paul lied to get away from me. At worst, he had been cheating on me. I was such an idiot.

“Oh,” I said, feeling angry and embarrassed.