Chapter 31 #2
Not when he held me like this. Not when he was grinding me closer and closer to a place I had no business going with a man this big, this quiet, this dangerous in the ways that mattered.
And definitely not when the thrill of getting caught made my hips move in small, needy little circles I couldn’t pretend weren’t all my doing.
“Elias…”
“The cameras,” he said, pointing to the wall. “They don’t see here. Blind spot.”
I saw that he was right: the security cameras in the corners were aimed in such a way that this section of weights wasn’t in view. Nobody would see us.
Unless they walked in…
His fingers slid into my hair to settle at the base of my skull with a full, possessive grip that shoved our mouths together in the most unapologetically crude way. Heat tore through me as his tongue forced my lips apart, and he plunged into me with an animalistic grunt.
I pushed harder against him, an eager pulse starting up in my clit. Without underwear, I felt every ridge and contour rubbing through the thin fabric of my tights. The preview made me instantly wet.
His lips crushed mine, swallowing the gasp that punched free of my throat. There was nothing tentative about the way he kissed; it was all demand, rough edges and raw hunger. He devoured me, and I had no defense against it.
Not that I wanted one.
He angled my head exactly where he wanted it, his fingers tightening in my hair as he groaned again, sucking my tongue into his mouth.
God.
The wet, provocative pull of it nearly broke me. My hips jerked forward on instinct, chasing the friction of his cock straining beneath me, and he answered with a bruising bite to my lower lip. Sharp enough to sting. Hard enough to light a fuse in every inch of my body.
The sound it drew out of me was embarrassing, and he swallowed that too, dragging me closer.
His other hand locked around my waist, anchoring me to him while his mouth ravaged mine in punishing strokes.
Tongues fighting for dominance. Teeth clashing.
Lips crushed to the point where I knew I’d feel the pain of it later.
But what the fuck were consequences at a time like this?
When every roll of his tongue was a silent, forceful claim.
Mine, it said, without him having to breathe a word.
He kissed me like he wanted to ruin my life, and I was only too happy to let him do it.
My body burned with a wanton need for him to break me.
And judging by the size of the bulge jutting through his shorts, there was no reason to believe he couldn’t.
The last bit of resistance in me cracked clean down the middle.
As if sensing it, Elias shoved his face into my neck, kissing and sucking until my skin bloomed under his greedy lips. The air around us grew hot and sticky, the quiet of the gym thrumming with heavy breath and primal moans.
He tore my shirt off with a frustrated growl, deft fingers working the clasp of my sports bra with ease.
He flung it, jerked his hips, and when I took my next breath, he was straddling the bench behind me.
I had no idea how it happened, but I was bent over, hands gripping the bar he’d just been using.
My knees shook dangerously, fighting to hold my weight under the full force of his feverish attention.
A distinct rip vibrated through the air, and only once his fingers made contact with my pussy—skin to skin—did I realize what he’d done.
He tore my leggings off. Literally.
I bit down on my lip, whining with how fucking good it felt to have him there, two fingers going to town on my aching clit. Fuck the tights. I had ten pairs. But there was only one of Elias.
He slid his crown between my lower lips and began to push into me.
“Aaaghhh!” I clamped a hand over my mouth. For a second, I thought of someone hearing me and coming to investigate. But it was only a second. I was mostly stunned I was even capable of making a sound like that.
And then I forgot myself completely. Because fuck me.
I’d been right before. He was fucking huge.
And now, that gigantic cock stretched me wide as Elias forced my pussy to submit to his savage thrusting from behind.
His large hands covered most of my waist as he held me still, nailing me until, with a strangled groan, he was all the way in. Every thick inch of him.
He paused, his cock throbbing inside me, and fisted his fingers in my hair, snapping my head back sharply. His breath came hot and ragged in my ear as he said, with that delicious accent, “I knew you could take it.”
I felt so filled up with him that my throat closed, and all I could do in response was give a hoarse, wispy, moan.
He got back into it. Still gripping my hair so my back arched, sending my hips into just the right angle for his dick to slide along the inside wall of my pussy. Not that he needed much help with getting there. The sheer size of him meant he reached everywhere, all of the time.
Every thrust sent the bench scraping along the floor, rocking me until my breasts bounced with the force of it.
I’d never been fucked this deep before. The searing stretch in my pussy, his desperate breath on my back, strong hands holding me in place while he pounded me…
it wiped my mind of every rational thought.
There was only Elias, and how badly I wanted him.
His sneakers squeaked on the cheap floor as he edged closer to me.
The hand in my hair finally let go, but only to snake around my neck, fingers closing just under my jaw.
For all his rough, uncontrolled movements, I noticed the careful restraint in this one.
The exact positioning, with just the right amount of pressure.
He bent low as he lifted my head, and our bodies met somewhere in the middle, the chiseled plane of his chest against the extended arch of my back.
I gasped for air, already feeling the dizzying effects of his chokehold. The way it heightened every sensation, from the drag of his cock against my pussy walls to the broken rush of warm breath at my ear. I let it consume me, white hot stars popping behind my eyelids.
“You’re so tight,” he rasped, and the smug fucking tone of his voice made my body seize.
He felt it, my looming demise, and his thrusts became more desperate as he fucked me harder. Faster. I rode the wave, having no choice but to get swept up in him. He drove into me again, pulling the tension in my body to its final breaking point. And again, pushing me over the edge entirely.
I broke apart in his arms, suspended by only the hand on my throat and the one on my waist. I suspected he’d tear me in two, and fuck me, I was right.
My climax raked through me, all that built-up tension leaving my body in millions of tiny explosions.
He staggered once, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as the clenching in my pussy forced a groan from his throat.
The pressure from his hand on my neck vanished as his hand reached down to work my clit.
I was still coming, but his agonizing touch got me going all over again.
My legs were jelly. I could barely see straight.
I had nothing left but somehow, his attentive fingers found enough to make the tension crest and pull tight.
Fighting it was useless. I came again, my body wracked with tremors at the same time his strangled growl echoed through the gym.
His come pumped into me in bursts and twitches, carried along by my pussy’s fluttering walls.
On and on. There was no end to it. I felt it trickle down my thigh, his dick still mostly hard inside of me.
He rocked his hips, a little gentler now, easing through the last of his tremors until, finally, he’d spent every last drop.
“June,” he breathed into my ear.
“Elias,” I whispered back at him, grinning as he twisted my face around to kiss him.