Sweat

The blows landed with resounding thuds on the punching bag. The creaking echoed through the empty gym but no matter how hard Gina Moses hit, the frustration of the day's lack of productivity left her with the need to destroy something.

Jab. Jab. Uppercut.

First, an accident on the highway left her late for an important meeting. Of course, her boss, known around the law office as the bitch the devil banned from hell, made her pay for it for the rest of the day. By noon, she had torn a line through her stockings, lost an unsaved document and ruined one of her favorite blouses with a coffee spill. And last but not least, to end such a marvelous day, she got a parking ticket.

Two more powerful hits sent the bag swinging.

The only thing guaranteed to work off this bad mood was sexual release. But guess what? The one person guaranteed to give her what she needed had to work tonight. She and her boyfriend had been together for only six months but he knew her like no one else. Better than she knew herself sometimes.

Any other day she would have stopped by his place. She would have thrown on that sexy lingerie he liked or her birthday suit beneath a coat. He really liked when she surprised him with that stunt for his birthday.


The energy suddenly drained from her body. She delivered a weak punch and sagged against the bag, resting her forehead against it. She was contemplating going home to throw herself a pity party in the company of her cat, Jiggles, and that half eaten tub of ice-cream when she heard, "The poor punching bag's had enough, I think."

She looked up and caught the reflection of the man standing behind her in the gym's surrounding mirrors. The man leaned against one of the large columns, arms folded and the image of a black panther was imprinted her mind. Sleek, strong and dominant. Though he was stationary, the way his eyes moved over her made her feel stalked, hunted. They promised an altogether different workout.

And damn if her pussy did not respond to the heat there. With a fierce clench, it burned for a cock's presence. The intensity of it made her knees tremble and forced a gasp out of her.

Wearing a faded fire department tee, workout trunks and sneakers, he had a messy shag of dark hair that curled around his ears and fell into his eyes. She could tell he was over six feet even from his relaxed posture. Though loose, the shirt could not conceal the hard slab of chest or the broadness of his shoulders. Dark stubble covered his jawline.

When she could only gulp like a fish out of water, he just smirked and unfolded his frame. He picked up the small duffle bag at his feet and stood to his full height. She swallowed.

Yowza!

He walked passed her and she got a whiff of his cologne. Her nipples hardened painfully and begged him to stop but he kept on going until he reached the treadmills directly in front of her. His bag landed in the floor with a thud. The play of muscle when he removed his shirt made her mouth water.

The word ripped did not do this man justice. Only a light dusting of hair covered perfection. She felt like a voyeur goggling his reflection but short of a nuclear bomb landing at her feet, she could not stop herself.

Scratch that.

When he started his warm up routine, she doubted she would notice even that.

He caught her eye in the mirror and smiled.

He knew just what his presence did to her.

You're not exactly subtle.

Holding his gaze, she resumed hitting the bag and was acutely aware that they were the only ones occupying the space at the moment. It was almost ten at night, so that was not surprising.

He got onto one of the machines and start running. Swinging arms showed off well-defined biceps and triceps and his back flexed in its own show of muscle. His pants sat on trim hips and his hard thighs pressed against the material every time he lifted his legs. In her mind she stripped him out of them and pictured an ass so fine, she could sink her teeth into it.

Yum! She licked her lips.

She was a curvy girl. No amount to working out changed the fact but she knew those arms could lift her with ease. They could pull her into his thrust as he took her from the back. She imagined holding onto that muscled back while she orgasmed beneath him, her nails marking him. And she could definitely see herself wrapping her legs around his waist while she rode him.

The temperature in the room shot up a few degrees.

Then she really saw her image in the mirror. Her eyes widened in horror.

She was free of makeup and dressed in typical workout gear of a vest, knee length leggings and sneakers. Her dark ponytail was even messier than when she first put it up. Damp tendrils hang around her face and stuck to her flushed chin. While he made Channing Tatum look like the boy next door, she looked like a woman who has been sweating her ass off for the last two hours.

So she tried to do the most logical thing. Slink off to the ladies room to get cleaned up.

Yeah, that did not work out too well.

She tripped over an untied shoelace and banged her shin on the way down.

She was tempted to lie there for all eternity. Why didn't the floor open up and swallow her when she needed it to? Her embarrassment only grew when his shoes came into view and he bent down. "You okay?"

Left with no other choice, she sat up and the power of those eyes hit her again. Up close his blatant sexuality packed an even harder punch, his aura screaming bad boy. Exactly the type her mother warned her about. Exactly the type she could not resist.

His hand waved in front of her face. Oh God, she had been staring at him like a love-struck teenager.

"You went down pretty hard. Did you hit your head?"

She said a wholehearted prayer that this day would not get any worse. "Oh no, I'm fine. The only thing that hurts is my pride."

"Here, let me help you up." When she was on her feet, he asked again, "You sure you’re okay?"

He towered over her five foot seven frame and made her feel dainty and feminine. "I'm good, promise. I could use some water though. Could you get me one from the vending machine, please?"

"Sure. No problem."

There should be admission charged to watch his ass as he walked away.

Gina rushed into the locker room. Walking passed the wooden bench dividing the room down the middle, she closed the door to the ladies room and leaned against it with a deep breath before quickly cleaning up.

While Karma might be a bitch, she was suddenly handing Gina what she wanted on a silver platter.

*****

"Here!"

Hand over her chest, Gina looked up with a squeak. She had just stepped out of the ladies room and did not realize he was waiting in the connecting locker room. The door was closed behind him.

"Sorry I scared you." He smiled that smile again, his eyes teasing and filled with heat as they went up and down her body. She could not help returning the slow appraisal. "I thought you might want this," he said when she did not move.

Snapping out of it, she noticed the bottle in his hand. 'Oh… Yes, thank you."

She closed the distance between them and took the water. Uncapping it, she tried to look away from the power of his gaze but eyes the color of the ocean trapped her. She took a healthy sip. A drop escaped and ran down her chin. His eyes followed its disappearing act down her neck and chest and into her cleavage. Though she knew the water was cold, it burned all the way down and fed the fire lit low in her abdomen.

"Thank you," she said again, capping the bottle back.

"You're welcome." He took it from her and placed it on the bench. "I must admit I have an ulterior motive."

He moved closer and she found herself backed up against the row of lockers. "Oh?"

A finger ran down her neck. "Oh yes. Would you like to know what it is?"

She nodded slowly.

"I want to fuck you."

Her breathing escalated. Nothing aroused her quicker than a man talking dirty to her. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “How?”

His gaze focused on her tongue's movement and his pupils dilated. “However you’ll allow me to.”

The intensity of that look sent heat running through her and she shifted closer without thought. She met the evidence of his desire and gasped. He was hard, thick and long against her belly. Oh mercy!

He smiled again, this one taking on a more predatory edge. His hips tilted harder against her and pressed her against the metal. His mouth was so close to hers, she could smell the mint on his breath.

She distantly heard someone talking and tried to think logically. "Someone might come in."

“And what if someone does? Do you think they’d watch my cock stretching your pussy? Watch you come as I fuck you hard? Or maybe they’d want to join us.”

Oh god, she was going to come from nothing but his words!

She was not good at hiding her reaction and those hypnotizing eyes saw everything. “I think you’d like that. Very much.”

She opened her mouth to say something though she was not sure what when his tongue slipped in and every rational thought fled. It thrust firmly against hers and she tasted his peppery flavor beneath the mint. This kiss was not gentle or coaxing. He simply took what he wanted. She moaned and surrendered. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she angled her head to deepen the kiss.

All too soon, he broke the connection and trailed his lips down her jawline and neck. Goosebumps followed in their wake. Through the material of her top he nipped the hard nipple. His warm hand found purchase beneath and she arched into it, loving the roughness of his callouses on her skin. He exposed her midriff then her sports bra, throwing the top to the floor. Then her breasts were bare, the bra following the top.

She had always been self-conscious about their size having been bullied as the “big-boobed girl” in high school but the way he looked at her left no doubt he liked what he saw. Neither did his words. “God, you’re fucking magnificent!” He palmed her and she jolted from the heat of the caress when his thumbs rasped over the erect nipples. “So responsive.” He bent over her and licked one tip with slow and thorough deliberation. “And so sweet.”

“Suck me,” she pleaded, the pain of arousal making her impatient.

“With pleasure.”

He suckled her and stars burst behind her closed eyelids. Heat spread quickly and her panties were no doubt ruined. He left no area unchartered before dropping to his knees. Still kneading a full breast, he kissed and licked her softly rounded tummy. His tongue dipped into her belly button. Tickled, she giggled. He did it again and got the same result.

“Hey,” she protested.

He looked up, mouth tipped on one side. “What? That’s one of my sexiest moves. Guaranteed to make you my love slave forever.”

Her eyebrow rose. “Head down a few inches and that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

“Good to know because that’s where I’m headed.” He pulled her pants down over her butt. It carried her black cotton panties with it. His tongue traced the tiny butterfly tattoo on her right hip. Holding her gaze, he touched her sex. He lost the smile, his pupils dilating. Bringing his hand away, it was shining with her cream. "By God, you're wet."

When he licked it away, she felt every stroke of his tongue deep in her core. He groaned and closed his eyes in enjoyment. When they opened, the panther was back and it was her turn to close her eyes with a hissed cry. His tongue glided over her soaked lips and she bucked into his mouth, whimpering. It was so good but not nearly enough.

"Mmm...More," she begged, pushing the pants down. "Get them off me."

“Yes, ma'am."

When the material caught in her sneakers, she toed them off. He pried the leggings and her panties off one foot, leaving them hanging on the right sock-clad one.

Hooking her left thigh over his shoulder, he nuzzled her, opening her to his gaze. Under the heat of it, cream dripped from her. “Such a nice, pink pussy.” He placed his mouth on her. He nipped, licked and tongued her like it was a professional sport and he was a champion. She arched into his improvisation. “Like that?”

“Oh yes.” So much so, she held his head against her and shifted her footing to expose more of herself to him. “Give me more. Please.”

"You're so fucking hot." He speared her with a long finger.

"Oh my God!" she cried, banging her head on the locker’s door. The sound echoed but she felt nothing but the threads of arousal curled low in her belly. She brought a hand up to her breast, pinching and rolling the hard tip.

"Actually, it’s Dale but my ego, among other things, loves the comparison." Another finger joined the first.

They were driving deeper, curled at the right angled, and his thumb was flicking her bean with hard, sure strokes. She rode his hand, pretending it was a cock. Almost here..."Don't talk. Just fuck."

He chuckled and slipped another finger into her opening. He circled his tongue around her bud and pulled. She squealed, rising to her tippy toes as she came hard. Her hips rocked with it. She tried to contain her shout of completion but did not do a good job.


Dale groaned and his tongue licked her through the contractions. More liquid gushed from her.

She drifted down slowly as his tongue gentled. She opened her eyes. His lips and chin wet with her orgasm, he stood and kissed her. She moaned at the taste of her. She loved the spicy sweetness.

When they broke apart, she said, “Now that will definitely get me to be your love slave.” Gripping handfuls of his tee, she flipped their positions. She knew she only accomplished the move because he let her. Hand down his pants, she palmed the heavy, hot length. “What’s your first command, Master?”

“On your knees, slave.”

*****

She took her time.

His tee was on the floor and his pants were around his ankles. He was not wearing any underwear. Now that perfection was bared to her, Gina did not know where to start so decided on the nipple next to her head. He groaned when she laved it, lacing his fingers in her hair. “God, that feels nice.”

Her hair tie had become undone some time ago and left her hair falling around her face. Her tongue circled the flat disk before sucking gently. His left nipple was adored with the same erotic treatment before she descended. His muscles jumped and rippled in reaction.

His cock was hard and bent against his flat belly. It was thick and dotted with pearly drops at his tip. Hot to the touch, it jerked in her grasp. At the first swipe of her tongue his body bowed sharply, his breath hissing on a harsh inhale. Like her favorite chocolate bar, he was the perfect combination of sweet, salty and bitter.

“Suck me.” His voice was rough and deep. Blatantly disobeying his order, she teased his sensitive underside. His fingers tugged slightly and she purred at the tiny stabs of pleasure that raced to her pussy at the pain. She loved watching the transformation from the playful man who had come in here to this hunger-based being. His eyes were blazing down at her, all laughter gone. The teasing and games were over. “Take me in your mouth. Now.”

Red stained his cheeks. A light sheen of sweat covered his brow and slickened his skin. His chest bellowed up and down with harsh breaths.

Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed him, making sure her tongue pressed hard against him on the downward motion. He was so long and thick, easily more than eight inches and too wide for her to take more than half of him. He threw his head back.
“Fuck.”

Lifting her head, she allowed saliva to dribble from her lips. The steady stream landed on the mushroom head and parted into tributaries. She fisted him and started an up and down motion. Her mouth engulfed his cock once more and moved in sync with her hand.

Holding her hair away from her face, he countered her movements with small thrusts of his hips, his eyes holding hers. His hands were never still, caressing her face, her neck, her back, her breasts, any part of her they could reach.

He bumped the back of her throat. She tilted her head back and he slipped in just that little bit extra. In a sudden move, she was hauled up into his arms and once again pressed against the lockers. Her legs immediately hooked around his flank, ankles secured low on his back. His straining manhood slid through her soaked nether lips and bumped her entrance. Then he was hot inside of her.

He held still. His weight and grip on her behind held her immobile. Tension held his back ramrod stiff. His cock stretched her almost to the point of pain. Her pussy clenched and released, adjusting, welcoming.

For some delicious seconds, he pressed in harder, deeper before pulling out. The hot drag of his length made her stomach tighten and her thighs tremble. She was seconds from orgasm.

He pushed back in. He swiveled his hips in a way that widened her thighs just a little bit more. She thought she'd already taken all his massive size but somehow more of him impaled her. His nose was inches from hers and their harsh breaths mingled. She squirmed against his hold, sobbing for more.

Her mouth was invaded by sweeping mastery. She moaned as her tongue joined the frantic dance of his and they imitated the act of sex. The jackhammering of his hips pushed her harder against the wall but the prick of discomfort only made her more aware of the hardness of her nipples, the wetness of her pussy, the strength of her desire. He moved hard and fast, so very deep, working her body mercilessly. The pleasure was melting her insides and gobbled up her brain cells.

His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her neck and back taut and she screamed, loving the sharp fissure of pleasure/pain it brought, loving the hard jabs that should have torn her apart, that should have made fear run through her. Instead ecstasy overran her mind, sent her heart into full throttle and had her pussy gushing and clenching around his thick membrane. “Don’t stop. Oh God, please.”

He turned around suddenly and her back met the bench. He was so deep. Leaning over her, he was all she saw. Sweat ran down his face and splashed onto her chest. Muscles bunched and she could not help remembering thinking how strong he was. He thrust and every coherent thought melted into nothingness. She exploded. If it was possible she would have melted into a puddle. He was not far behind her, his hips driving with erratic lurches. Mouths searching, they swallowed each other’s cries.

She had no idea how much time passed before Dale groaned, “Jesus, I damn near had a heart attack.”

She was about to express the same sentiment when they heard, “Whoever’s in there, that was freakin’ awesome.”

They looked to the closed door at the same time, hearing footsteps fade away. Looking back at each other, they burst into laughter. Brushing a damp tendril off his forehead, she licked his bottom lip. “So, lover, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work tonight. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

Dale French was the best thing to ever happen to her. He saved her seven months ago from a fire in her apartment building. Though she gave him a hard time at first, unbelieving someone with his pick of women wanted her, she eventually gave in. He romanced her, still sending her flowers every now and then. He told her he loved her every day and he sexed her like he would never get enough of her body. In her eyes, he was the perfect man.

“I talked one of the other guys into taking my shift. You did not sound too well when we talked on the phone earlier and I wanted to be with you tonight.”

“So I’ve got you for the rest of the night?”

“Oh yeah.” He licked her shoulder and pressed hard against her. He was still hard. Always greedy for his love, her body responded immediately. “I’m not nearly done with you. I intend to make you sweat ’til dawn.”