Chapter 3 #2
Peyton’s moved to the weights when I return to the main gym floor.
I’m now a full member of a gym forty minutes from my home, and I’m completely riveted by the reason for it.
She works hard for her figure; she’s not someone who comes in, does a few poses, snaps a couple pictures and calls it a workout.
She’s sweating, and her killer body shows the hours she puts in.
She’ll need that fitness to handle me, I’m demanding in the bedroom, and I feel that’s only going to be more so with her.
I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her, I’m going to fucking wreck her.
There’s no way whatever this is doesn’t end with her in my bed, under me, taking everything I give her.
She must feel my gaze on her as her eyes meet mine in the mirrors and narrow. I can’t help but smirk; it appears my little liar isn’t pleased to see me. I wink at her before heading to the treadmill.
Half an hour later, with sweat dripping from me, I step off the machine.
Peyton has moved to the mats off to the side and is stretching her body out.
I adjust myself in my shorts, her flexibility causing my cock to harden inconveniently.
Her gaze follows me as I make my way to the weights.
I whip my shirt off and use it to mop at the sweat dripping down me.
I can see her reflection in the mirrors that line the walls; she’s watching my every move, her tongue peaks out to lick at her lip, her stretches forgotten.
Do I make a performance out of my workout?
Yeah, I do, but can you really blame a guy for trying?
I’m just glad my forty-two-year-old self is in good shape.
My morning workouts in my home gym have paid off, never more so than with the sixteen-year age gap between myself and the woman I want.
Finishing up, I place my weights back on the rack and make my way over to the mats where she is thankfully still sitting, although she’s no longer looking my way, having resumed her exercises shortly after I started.
“We meet again,” I say as I take the mat next to her.
“Unfortunately,” she mutters, denying me any eye contact.
“How was your night?” I goad, my eyebrows raising in suggestion. She merely raises her eyebrows back at me, refusing to engage in conversation; it’s not going to stop me though. “I’ll take that to mean you didn’t get fucked, then.” She guffaws from beside me.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but, yes, actually I did get fucked.
Thoroughly. All night long.” If I didn’t know better, my blood would be boiling right now.
Who am I kidding? The guy would have been dead last night.
And as tempted as I am to take her over my knee for lying to me and continuing to provoke me, I don’t.
Instead, I edge closer to her, my voice a dark whisper.
“Oh, sweetheart, you wouldn’t have been able to do a gym session if you’d been fucked properly.
In fact, you’d still be in bed with my cock buried deep inside you.
One night wouldn’t have been enough to get my fill of you.
” Her quick inhale has my eyes flying to hers, her pupils are blown, her cheeks flushed, and not just from the workout.
She might try to deny it, and I’m sure she’s going to fight me at every turn, but she wants me too.
“I need to go. I’m done here.” She rises from the mats, and I follow.
“I’ll walk you out. I’m finished now, too.”
“That’s really not necessary.” She’s walking quickly, trying to get away from me. She doesn’t have a hope in hell, though. Not only will I follow this woman wherever she goes, but she’s also tiny, my long legs covering the ground at double her speed.
“I insist.”
“For fucks sake,” I hear her mutter under her breath, and I can’t help the grin that splits my face. She’ll soon learn I’m a stubborn fucker.
When we reach her car, she quickly unlocks the door and goes to open it but I place my hand on it keeping it closed and caging her in.
“Let me take you out tonight.” She turns her body towards mine; there’s only a few inches between us.
“No,” she says, her head is tilted up to meet my gaze.
“Why not?” I’m not leaving this parking lot without something from her.
“I don’t need a reason. But for starters, I don’t like you.” I shake my head at her.
“Try again, sweetheart.”
“You’re an asshole,” she grumbles.
“That I am, but for you I can make an exception.” Her pulse is racing, I can see it beating at the base of her throat, it’s hypnotizing.
“I’m not interested,” she breathes. I cock my head, taking in her flushed skin, her uneven breaths and her dilated pupils.
“Tell me, sweetheart. If I slide my hand inside your panties now, would your cunt give away your lies?”
“You arrogant son of a bitch. I don’t want you,” she seethes through clenched teeth.
“Prove it,” I taunt, “show me how unaffected by me you are. Let me slide my finger inside you and if I find that you’re not wet, that you don’t respond to me. I’ll walk away.” Not fucking likely.
“That’s — wha — what? No, you’re insane if you think I’ll let you touch me like that.”
“Then I’ll take that as a win, and I’ll see you tonight.” Her eyes widen.
“No. I said I’m not interested.” My hand lightly rests on her waist, giving a gentle squeeze.
“And I said I don’t believe you.” I move my hand to the front of her athletic shorts, toying with the waistband.
My fingers slip underneath and are met with a fragile scrap of lace.
I run my pointer finger along the top before I slip my hand down the front of them.
“My little liar. You’ve made a mess of these panties, you’re so fucking wet for me,” I groan in response to the feel of her.
“It’s not for you,” she can’t help but moan as my finger pushes inside her slick cunt.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you just can’t help yourself, can you?
I’ll have to take you over my knee and punish you if you keep lying to me.
” I give my finger one more hard thrust inside her, and it almost brings me to my knees.
She’s so hot and tight, I can’t wait to get her in my bed. Fuck. The things I’ll do to her.
I withdraw my finger and give her cunt a little pat. Stepping back from her, I look her directly in the eye as I raise my finger to my mouth and lick her flavor from it. Fucking delicious.
“I’ll meet you at the bar on the pier at seven p.m. Don’t be late.” With that I turn and walk towards my car.