Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
When I finish my workout, Zane hops off his machine, and we hit the showers, selecting neighboring stalls like we have the past few times we’ve done this. Not for the first time since we started coming to the gym together, with the stone privacy walls, I think about how easy it’d be for one of us to slip into the other’s stall and mess around. But it’s a busy day, and there are plenty of guys coming and going. That would be way too bold. But it sure makes me hard.
It seems like I just noticed my erection when the curtain pulls back and a nude Zane comes rushing in, pulling it closed behind him before attacking my mouth and forcing me back against the back wall.
Fuck, his mouth tastes good, and his hand quickly finds my cock, gripping and giving it a few strokes.
But I pull away. “Zane, what the fuck?” I keep my voice low enough that the guys I can hear chatting outside won’t hear us.
“I tried to be fucking good, but you make that impossible,” he says, still stroking me, displaying a condom and bottle of lube in his free hand.
“Did you plan this?”
“No, but I’m not an idiot; I knew I needed to be prepared if I was gonna be around you while you’re all sweaty and huffing and puffing for an hour, and now all these muscles are pumped up. I’m only fucking human, Leif.”
The way he ogles my body almost makes me forget that there are people close by who could discover us in here, but only almost forget.
“You think you can take my cock without making too much noise?” he whispers, his breath hitting my lips.
That sounds like a challenge.
I should say fuck no. I should push his horny ass away. I should tell him to get back to his fucking stall and leave me the hell alone.
Instead, I say, “Only one way to find out.”
18
ZANE
I couldn’t help myself; I’m a greedy fuck.
The past few times we’ve gone to the gym together, I’ve had to have the strength of a warrior to restrain myself. I watched him for nearly an hour, getting all worked up and sweaty, having to find ways to distract myself from how hard he was making me, which sure as hell didn’t make my jog any easier.
I’ve thought each time we’ve showered off that, the way the stone divider at the entrance to the stall is placed, it’d be so easy to get in a fuck without anyone noticing. And as I spin him around, push him up against it, I get to see how right I am.
With his hands up against the wall, his gorgeous ass facing me, my mouth waters. I press my body against his, running my cock up between his ass cheeks. Leaning close to his ear, I whisper, “Stick this ass out for me.”
As I roll on the condom, he obeys, though his gaze keeps shifting to the entrance to the stall, like he’s expecting someone will catch us.
At this point, I don’t give a fuck if someone walks in; Leif’s ass is mine.
I lubricate the condom and place the bottle on a cubby in the wall before heading back to him and steadily working the head of my cock inside him.
As his ass devours my shaft, I can’t help enjoying how his body welcomes me now. “This isn’t like when it was a virgin hole,” I whisper against the back of his neck. “Now that your body knows how good it can feel, everything’s opening right up for me.”
“Jesus, can you keep it the fuck down?” He glances over his shoulder, his expression all worry.
He’s right, though. But the idiots laughing outside are too involved in their own shit; I’m sure we could be a lot louder without anyone catching on.
“I’ll be good, Leif,” I say, sliding in a little farther.
His expression relaxes, his mouth dropping open before his head rolls back.
I keep my movements slow, knowing I’ll have to keep this pace throughout; this isn’t the place for the kind of ass-clapping sex we usually go for.
As I work up my pace, Leif rests his forearms against the wall. And I speed up as much as I can, carefully ensuring my pelvis doesn’t slam against that sexy ass, which is a fucking struggle when I want to give him the kind of pounding he prefers.
I watch as my dick enters him, which has images running through my head that are driving me wild. I lean close to him, whispering, “I keep thinking about what it’d be like to fuck you without this goddamn latex between us.” I slide my hand down his back, around to his abs. “I want so bad to come deep inside you. Be the first man to mark you.”