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𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚
Fingers, Cock, Grinding, Overstimulating, Controlling, Edging. Working out with him. Short and Spicy 1200 Words
The gym is quiet except for the slow rhythm of his breathing and the occasional clink of weights. You’ve been watching him all afternoon—sweat-slicked skin, muscles flexing with every movement—and the heat pooling low in your belly has become impossible to ignore.
He notices. Of course, he does; he notices everything, and he soon has you seated between his thighs on the bench, and his hand is shoved into your workout shorts.
He coats his fingers in your wetness, and then those same fingers find your clit, circling slowly, spreading your slick heat around it, loving the soft, broken whimper that escapes your lips. He reaches between your thighs, two long fingers sliding through your soaked folds without warning, pressing lightly against your entrance. You let out a shaky whimper.
“All this from watching me work out, hm?” He nuzzles into the hair behind your ear and smirks, voice low and teasing.
He drags his fingers through you again, coating them thoroughly before returning to your clit—slow, deliberate circles, spreading your arousal until you’re trembling. He drinks in the whimpering moan you give him. “So wet, baby,” he murmurs as his fingers slip inside just an inch. Your hips buck instinctively, but he stills you with his other hand on your waist.
“No. Hold still.” The words are practically a growl against your ear, his warm breath puffing through the strands of hair there, making you shiver.
His chest presses tight to your back; you feel the low vibration of his chuckle at your impatience. “Aww, the workout isn’t over yet,” he murmurs softly, slipping his fingers free. He slides down off the bench until his shoulders brace against the edge, upper back supported, feet planted wide and flat on the floor. Then he grips your waist and pulls you forward so you’re straddling him—knees on either side of his hips, your dripping pussy settling right over the thick, straining bulge in his shorts.
“You’re the perfect weight,” he growls, eyes dark with hunger. “Now hold that pretty ass still while I get my reps in.”
The first thrust is controlled but powerful—heels driving into the floor, hips snapping up until his body forms a rigid line from shoulders to knees. Your whole body lifts with him. The hard ridge of his cock grinds straight up your soaked slit, dragging over your clit in one long, filthy stroke. You gasp, thighs clenching around his waist, head falling back on a broken whimper.
He holds the position for a heartbeat, letting you feel every pulsing inch of him through the thin fabric. Then he lowers—slowly—until his ass nearly brushes the floor again. Your weight sinks back down, your clit grinding over the swollen head of his cock on the descent, making you clench around nothing, core aching with need.
Up—harder this time. Your breasts bounce in his face as you fall forward; he catches a nipple between his teeth through your shirt, biting just enough to make you squirm before releasing it. He keeps the tempo brutal: hard, fast drive-up, slow, controlled drop. Every rep lifts you. Every rep drags his cock along your aching pussy. You’re dripping all over his shorts, the fabric turning dark and soaked.
“Fuck, baby… feel how wet you are?” he pants, voice rough. “This is my favorite workout. Keep that pretty cunt right there—fuuuck.”
His hands lock on your hips, holding you exactly in place so you can’t chase the friction you’re desperate for. Each thrust grows sharper, more vicious, until you’re shaking, whimpering, begging with every rise of his hips.
“Please—oh—agh!” Your chest heaves in frantic pants, eyes squeezed shut, hips straining uselessly against his iron grip. He smirks up at you, sweat gleaming on his brow, cock throbbing hot and hard beneath you.
“You can do ten more, right?” That stupidly handsome face glistens, eyes locked on yours, clearly loving every second of your desperation. “That’s my good girl. Keep that dripping little pussy right where it belongs.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer—he doesn’t need one. You’ll wait. You won’t cum until he lets you.
One.
His hips snap up—hard, mean, perfect—lifting you clean off his lap for a split second before you slam back down. The thick ridge of his cock bumps your clit, ripping a broken cry from your throat.
Two. Three.
Each thrust grows sharper; the bench creaks under the force. Your thighs shake violently around his waist. Every drive upward smashes your clit against that hot, pulsing length until you’re sure you’ll lose your mind. You’re leaking all over him, the front of his shorts absolutely drenched, but you’re too far gone to care.
Four. Five. Six.
You’re sobbing now—ugly, desperate sobs. Tears slide down your cheeks, dripping onto his chest. Your fingers claw at his pecs, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks, but he doesn’t flinch—just growls low and grips the soft flesh of your ass even tighter.
“Please—please—please—” you choke out between thrusts, voice cracking. “I can’t—fuck—I’m gonna—please let me—” You’re trembling, begging, falling apart over him.
Seven. Eight.
He slows just enough to torture you more—long, rolling thrusts now, grinding the entire length of his cock against your clit on the way up, holding at the top so you feel every throb, every twitch, then dragging back down so slowly it feels like dying.
“Nine,” he growls, voice wrecked. “One more, baby. One more and I’ll let this pretty little pussy cum all over me.”
Ten.
He thrusts up harder than any before—hips snapping, back arched, cock pressed so firmly against your clit you see stars. And he holds it there.
“Don’t move,” he snarls against your ear. One hand slides between you to press two fingers hard over your clit; the other pins you right against the throbbing head of his cock.
“cum for me. cum with me,” he pants, eyes glazing over as he moans and twitches beneath you.
The second the words leave his mouth, the dam breaks.
You shatter with a sob so loud it echoes off the gym walls. Your whole body convulses, thighs clamping around him like a vise as you cum hard—gushing, pulsing, soaking him completely. Wave after wave crashes through you while he keeps you pinned there, hips still flexed, letting you grind and twitch and cry through every single pulse against his cock.
He groans deep in his chest, forehead pressed to yours, cock jerking helplessly as he cums beneath you—hot, thick pulses you can feel even through the ruined fabric of his shorts. You convulse against him, inner walls fluttering uselessly, trying to milk him through every last shudder, the steady hold of his hips in the air faltering, and he sinks down with you cradled in his arms.
For a long moment, you stay like that—sweaty, trembling, breathing each other in—his arms finally loosening to cradle you close instead of hold you still. He presses a slow, soft kiss to your temple.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and wrecked and full of something tender. “Best workout I’ve ever had,” he whispers as he nuzzles his sweater face into your neck.
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