She was wearing these tiny little skin-tight black short-shorts, a black tank top that had PINK in cursive stretched across the boobs, and her hair was up in a messy ponytail. Hell, even her sneakers matched her outfit.
She had a bead of sweat that was clinging to the stray wisps of hair that were too short to go up into her ponytail, and while I was watching, the droplet traveled down the front of her neck and disappeared into the valley of her breasts.
Jesus Christ.
My dick was now hard, and I still had two more sets to go.
I swallowed hard and looked away, gesturing for Joe to take the bench, then thought better of it when I thought about where I would have to stand in order to spot him.
There was no way that he couldn’t have a spotter with this much weight on the bar.
Joe went to take his spot, and I held up a finger. “One second.”
“Why?”
I gestured to my dick that was tenting the front of my pants, and Joe snorted. “I’ll go grab a Gatorade from the training room.”
I rolled my eyes and said, “If you do that, neither one of us is going to finish this set.”
“What are y’all talking about?” Conleigh wondered, shouldering her way in between us. “Do you think that I could lift this?”
She laid down on the bench and placed her hands on the bar, pushing up with I guessed everything that she had. The bar didn’t budge.
“Shit, that’s heavy!” she said. “How the hell do you lift that?”
I grinned and found my eyes once again going to her breasts, which were now pushing up by her chin due to the way she was laying. “Practice and perseverance.”
“Seriously,” Joe said. “I’ll be back in ten…” At the shake of my head, Joe sighed. “Twenty minutes.”
With that, he was gone, leaving me alone to stare at Conleigh some more.
“What’s so bad about the training room?” she asked, doing an ab curl and ducking under the bar as she stood.
Once she was upright, she bent over the bench, one foot planted on either side, and stretched out her hamstrings by touching her toes. Her hair dragged along the padded bench, and I could make out the outline of her thong beneath her extremely tight shorts.
There was no help for it.
At least none that I could see.
“Hey, come here for a minute,” I snapped my fingers, gesturing with my head.
Like the trusting woman she was, she followed behind me.
I led her down the short hallway to a closet that I knew was empty and opened the door.
“Where are we…” she started.
I pushed her inside and followed her in, slamming the door closed behind us. As the room was plunged into blackness, she gasped. “Linc!”
Before she could say another word, I was on her.
I pressed the entire length of my body up against her back and crowded her into the rows of shelves that were at the back of the small room.
Once she had nowhere else to go, I urgently lifted the hem of her tank up with one hand and slipped my other hand into her shorts.
She gasped the moment that my fingers delved in between her smooth pussy lips, and I groaned when I felt the tiny little bundle of nerves so hard and ready.
My girl knew exactly what she was doing to me. Likely, that had been her plan all along—since the moment that she’d dressed in this outfit that morning.
After her test, we went to my place and grabbed a couple of changes of clothes, as well as a few toiletries and perishables out of my fridge. At her house, she gave me a corner of a drawer to put my things away.
I’d, of course, seen her grab the clothes she was currently wearing out of that drawer, but never in a thousand years could anything I had imagined do justice to what she actually looked like wearing them.
“Ever since you put these shorts on.” I twisted my fingers. “I’ve thought about nothing but this.”
She felt silky and smooth on my rough fingers, and the more I drove them into her, the wetter she got.
Grinding my erection into her, I said, “I’m going to fuck you right here.”
With that, I plunged two fingers into her pussy, loving the way she whimpered and pushed back into me.
My cock was hard as a rock, but I could die happy right now knowing that my life was finally complete.
Having Conleigh in my arms had been my dream for so long that I still couldn’t believe that she was mine, and she was willing to make a go of us.
“Linc.” She grabbed onto my wrist, her tiny fingers not even making it all the way around the girth. “I’m close.”
I could tell. Her pussy had tightened on the invasion and hadn’t let up since.