I’ve just rounded the five-mile mark on the treadmill as sweat trickles down my chest when I hear a noise behind me. I glance over, expecting to see Cindy, but instead the sight that greets me damn near causes me to break my fucking neck. Lia is standing there with a hungry expression as her eyes devour me, and she’s completely…naked. Not a stitch of clothing in sight. I stumble, precariously close to going down as she runs over and unplugs the treadmill. I manage to hold it together until the belt stops.
“OH, MY GOD! I’m so sorry.” She puts a hand over her chest as if trying to calm herself. “I wanted to surprise you, but I never thought about it making you fall.” She looks at me in alarm as I exit the machine, my legs jelly-like and wobbly. She takes my arm as if bracing me. “Are you okay?” Actually, now that the shock has worn off and I’ve made it to steady ground without crashing, I’m just horny…completely turned-on by the woman clutching me.
I use the arm she’s not holding to grab my water bottle and swallow half of it. I wipe the excess off with the back of my hand before answering. “No, I seem to have a problem…a big one.” At my words, her eyes run up and down my body, scanning for injuries and finding none. She looks adorably confused and concerned. I decide to take mercy on her and help her out. Taking her hand from my arm, I lower it until she is holding my hard cock in her palm. “That’s what I need help with, baby.” I thrust against her hold and chuckle as her eyes go big as saucers. She seems so surprised that it makes me wonder what she’d been expecting when she walked in here naked. She has to know by now that I only have to see her to get hard. I am a fucking walking erection since I met her. The fact that she doesn’t seem to know it makes me want her more.
She licks her lips, and I almost lose it. “You’re not wearing a shirt,” she says on something similar to a moan. I grin wolfishly as my hands slide over her silky flesh. Her eyes are glazed, and I know without touching her that she’s wet for me. I begin pulling her closer when she suddenly drops through my hands and onto her knees. Okay, I’ll admit, I didn’t see that coming, but I’m more than ready to see where she’s going with this. My cock is hoping it’ll involve those plump, pink lips. When she looks up at me and starts tugging my shorts down, I fight the urge to fist pump. Her nails drag across my thighs as she lowers my shorts, causing shivers to race through my body. My dick literally leaps free from the waistband and I hiss as the cool air hits the hot flesh. She is sitting back on her heels now, staring at it, as if mesmerized.
“Suck it, baby,” I urge as I take the length in my hand and shake it lightly in her face. When her tongue reaches out and delicately licks the bead of moisture off the tip, I almost blow my load all over her. I plant my legs firmly and brace myself as she begins licking me as if I’m the best ice cream she’s ever had. Her hand nudges mine away from the base of my cock as she encircles my girth and starts pumping upwards to meet her lips. Watching her mouth take me is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Fuck, who am I kidding? It’s the hottest hands-down. I’m too big for her to take all the way, but she gives it her best shot. I feel myself sliding halfway down her throat as she struggles to control her gag reflex. When I start to pull back, she holds on, refusing to let me stop. “Ah, fuck, that feels so good,” I moan as I run my hand through her hair, guiding her mouth.
I try to draw back when I feel my balls tighten, and I know I’m seconds from blowing. “Baby, I’m coming,” I warn, trying to give her a chance to release me. Instead, she sucks harder, her mouth forming a vacuum that I’m helpless to resist. I feel my spine tingle as the first spurt shoots from my cock and into her hot mouth. It seems to go on forever, and I wonder how she’s keeping up without choking. She swallows everything I give her and licks my cock as if asking for more.
I slump back against the wall behind me, feeling faint as she finally releases me. When she raises her hand to wipe a trickle of cum from the corner of her mouth and then licks her finger, I almost declare my love on the spot. However, having me profess my undying devotion seconds after she sucked my cock might not exactly be the romantic gesture she’s been dreaming of, so I wisely keep my mouth shut. “Was it…good?” she asks shyly. I wonder how she could possibly doubt that it was mind-blowing; everyone on this floor probably heard me yelling out my pleasure.
“It was phenomenal,” I assure her as I finally find the strength to move. I pick her up before lowering her to the treadmill. I flip her onto her stomach then fall to my knees behind her. She moves her legs apart instinctively and I groan when I see the moisture glistening between her thighs. Even in this position, it’s impossible to miss how wet and swollen she is. She is past ready to be fucked.
“I…I brought some condoms,” she manages to say, as I trail a finger over her slit. I see her pointing to a box on the floor beside her purse. It’s not the brand I’ve always purchased so I know she bought these herself. As I study the box, she stutters, “I…um…had Sam stop on the way. I…didn’t know if you had any.” I smile in reply, not wanting to burst her bubble by telling her that every man over the age of fifteen has a condom on hand. I didn’t want her to think for even a moment that I kept them for anyone else.
“And did you tell Sam what you were buying?” I pick up the box and feel like a stud when I see she’s bought the large size. It just so happens that she knows that part of my body well, and the rubber is a perfect fit. After I sheath myself, I return my attention to her sopping pussy.
“I…er…no,” she moans as I push one finger inside her snug passage.
“What reason did you give him then?” I bite off a chuckle as she gives me a snort of impatience. Her hips push back against my hand, trying to force me deeper. She is clearly tired of my idle conversation and my teasing finger, which hasn’t fully penetrated her yet. “Answer the question,” I say, smacking her ass to get her attention.
“Ouch!” she yells, but I hear her breathing catch as fresh moisture flows onto my hand. “I didn’t tell him what I needed!” she snaps. “I know he could tell I was embarrassed, so he probably assumed it was for…personal products.”
“Good girl.” I praise her patience as I remove my finger. She is in the middle of protesting when I line my cock up with her opening and bury myself to the hilt inside her, my balls slapping against her ass. I work my body over hers, holding my full weight from her on my arms. My chest rests against her back and my groin is on top of her ass. The position is gritty, erotic, and dominant—all of the things I love.