Fallon
I wake with a bizarre chill. Reaching over in Jett’s bed, I feel his spot is empty. That’s why I’m cold. He’s usually all over me when we sleep, keeping me warm and toasty.
I turn my head toward the windows. There’s no daylight breaking through the curtains. It must be the middle of the night. Where is he?
I listen closely but hear nothing coming from the bathroom.
It’s been a weird night. After my mother dropped the bomb, Jett was quiet for the rest of the evening. He couldn’t mask the look of shock on his face at the thought of me wanting more children.
We made love when we got home, but I could tell he was distant. It lacked our normal intense connection. And he was bizarrely quiet afterward. That’s very unlike him. He loves our post-coital pillow talk. It’s almost as important to him as the sex.
I’m so mad at my mother for bringing it up. Obviously it’s a conversation I needed to have with Jett at some point, but it still feels early in our relationship. At least that’s what the wimp in me keeps telling myself. In reality, I’ve been afraid of the conversation.
I slip into the small, silk, light-pink nightie Jett bought me and get out of bed to begin my search for my man. I don’t want him stewing alone on this all night long.
I walk downstairs and into his media room, assuming he’s watching game tape—he does that a lot—but he’s not there. I check a few more places until I hear faint music coming from his basement. I haven’t spent much time down there, but I know he has a big home gym in that space.
As I descend the stairs, the music becomes a little louder and clearer. I smile once I realize that it’s eighties rock music. He’s so cute.
Nothing prepares me for what I see when I walk into the gym. Jett is barefoot, shirtless, and in green gym shorts that leave little to the imagination. He’s got huge barbells in each hand as he does bicep curls. His tan, hard body is covered in sweat, with his muscles rippling and pulsating.
I’m catching the live show of all those videos I watched of him before we started dating…and maybe still watch from time to time. I can feel my nipples immediately harden while a throb begins to take form between my legs. I need to swallow down the saliva rapidly pooling in my mouth.
I look around at the space. The room is set up like a professional gym, complete with dark, speckled rubber flooring and mirrored walls. It’s got every machine and piece of equipment you can imagine, with rows of barbells and other weights.
It’s dimly lit, like he didn’t turn all the lights on. It only makes the shadows of his big body that much more imposing. He’s almost too beautiful to be real. My body is drawn to his on a level that I would never have thought physically possible.
He catches sight of me and snaps his head my way. “Sorry, did I wake you? I thought the music was low enough not to make it upstairs.”
I shake my head. “No. I woke up missing my man. I came searching for you, my love.”
He licks his lips nervously. “I’m sorry. I need to blow off some steam. I just…couldn’t sleep. A lot on my mind.”
I nod. He doesn’t need to spell it out for me to know what he’s talking about.
He places the weights on the ground as I approach him. “Fallon, I think we need to—”
I reach up and cover his lips with my hand. “Not now. Later.” My eyes move up and down his glistening body. “I’ve fantasized about this scene. Let’s not ruin it.”
He pinches his eyebrows together in confusion. “What scene?”
He may actually be the most unaware man in existence. Unaware of the brute sexuality that effortlessly oozes from him.
“You. Working out, your muscles bulging, your gorgeousness and sexiness on full display. After we met, I touched myself to videos of you doing this. I would close my eyes and dream of being with you while you were working out.”
“What videos?”
I knew he wouldn’t know about them. Someone else must have taken them without his consent.
“Forget the videos.” I look his body up and down again as my heart rate intensifies. “They pale in comparison to the live show.”
His eyes move to my breasts, where he very obviously notices my nipples practically poking through the flimsy silk of my nightie. His erection immediately takes form without so much as a single touch. I love that I have the same effect on him that he has on me.
He takes a few deep breaths as if trying to calm himself. “Baby, I’m all sweaty. Let me shower first, and then I’ll take care of you.”
I shake my head before leaning forward and licking across his glistening chest, enjoying the sweetness and saltiness of his unique Jett flavor. “I want you just like this. Make me dirty, and then you can clean me.”
I pull his waistband with one hand and reach the other into his shorts. He sucks in a breath when I grab his rock-hard erection and begin to stroke it. “Jett, do you know how hot you make me?”
He slowly runs his fingertips up my arms, causing goosebumps to spread all over my body. “Do you know how hot you make me?”
I increase the pace of my strokes as I stare into his eyes. “I do. I can see it. I can feel it. I can smell it. This beautiful, hard cock is for me and only me.”
He nods and breathes, “Only you.”
“It belongs to me. It exists for my pleasure and only my pleasure.”
He nods again. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” He briefly closes his eyes. “Christ, Fallon, you feel so good. Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me your fantasy, or it will be over before it starts.”
I look around until my eyes find the rack holding resistance bands.
Nodding toward them and at the large, high, multifunctional, all-in-one machine, I say, “I want you to tie my wrists with those and tether me up there. I want to watch while you go through your workout until I’m on the verge.
And then I want you to fuck my brains out while we stand right there. ”
A burst of pre-ejaculate spurts from his tip as he lets out a deep, long moan. I wipe it with my other thumb and suck it into my mouth. “Hmm, so good.”
His lips part and his piercing green eyes darken. Want and need practically ooze from him.
With my hand back on his cock, I get on my tippy toes and nibble on his lower lip. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you’re craving it.”
His fingers twitch. “Fallon,” he breathes, “you need to stop. I won’t last.”
I withdraw my hand from his shorts, and he groans at the loss. His shorts are beautifully tented. I can’t wait to watch him work out with a massive boner. That was the only thing missing from the online videos.
I look around the room until I find his phone. “One more thing, my love. I want to film this so I can relive it while I fuck my fingers on the nights we’re apart.”
His eyes widen in shock. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I trust you. Do you and Pierce share the same cloud account?” I ask.
“What’s a cloud account?” he asks.
I can’t help but let out a laugh. Running my fingers through his scruff, I say, “I don’t know how you do it, but you manage to be both cute and sexy at the same time. Are you ready for this?”
He nods enthusiastically.
I walk over to his phone, position it, then hit the record button. While I do that, he retrieves the necessary resistance band.
I make my way to the giant all-in-one machine and lift my hands in the air, letting him know I’m ready.
He gently wraps the blue band around my wrists and then loops it through the top bar, securing me to it. I’m fully at his mercy now.
His eyes move up and down my body as his fingertips ever so gently trace the same path before he lifts my silk nightie above my head and wraps it around my wrists too. His eyes study my naked body. “You’re so perfect,” he breathes almost too quietly to hear.
If he only understood just how imperfect I am. He’s the perfect one.
He turns and picks up his abandoned barbells from the floor before continuing his curls with his legs spread. I don’t know how much weight it is, but it’s a lot. His biceps take form, complete with bulging veins. Beads of sweat begin to dot his skin again.
He then does triceps extensions with even heavier weights before doing squats with a weighted bar. I take in his bare feet. They’re so big. My two feet together aren’t as long as his one. So damn hot.
His thick quad muscles expand and contract. His mouthwatering boner hasn’t broken stride. It’s present and looks painful, but he pays it no attention as he gives me every second of the fantasy he knows I crave.
I have to rub my legs together to get some relief. My inner thighs are drenched. “I ache for you to slide into me with that monster cock of yours.”
“I ache to be inside you. I want to feel you losing control under my touch. I want to see your eyes roll back and know I’m the reason.” He stares at my center in wonderment. “I can see your juices dripping down your legs. Are you going to squirt for me tonight like a good girl?”
I nod, having no doubt that I will. My body is on fire right now. “Please,” I beg, “take me. I’m yours. I’m ready.”
“Yes you are, but not yet. You wanted a show. I’m going to give you one.” An uncharacteristically devious smile takes form on his lips. He’s into this whole scene. It only adds to the appeal.
He then proceeds to increase the intensity of his workout for at least fifteen minutes. I think he exercises every muscle in his body until they’re all at peak bulging, pulsating, sexy visibility.
His hair and body glisten with sweat. His pheromones permeate the air, cocooning me like a sexual blanket.
The pull-ups are my official undoing. All his muscles physically ripple while sweat pours from him. “Jett,” I whine as I writhe against my restraints, “I need you. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He drops down from the pull-up bar and grabs a towel, making a bit of a show of wiping down his face and body. Saliva drips from my mouth. He catches sight of it, giving me a small smirk.
He walks toward me with no sense of urgency and then circles me, like he’s stalking his prey. I love that he’s giving me my full fantasy and then some.