My heart skips a beat.
“Here. Let me help you for the first couple of reps. It’ll give you a good feel for the motion and the range of it,” Eric offers.
The way that he’s flipped from arrogant to helpful has me confused. See, this flip-floppy bullshit attitude is exactly why I didn’t want a trainer. It’s too much emotional labor to try to keep up.
But as we pump the bar, my concerns fade, and my focus shifts to the workout.
As we pull the bar up off my chest, part of me has a quick little vision of him pulling my hand onto his cock as he lifts the weight up and down against himself. He could shift my fingers in the exact same way he shifted them on the bar. He could show me exactly the way he wants it gripped.
Something about how strong these guys are and how easily they could overpower me gets me so hot for them. I would just melt at the sight of their cocks in front of me.
I caught a sneak peek of Eric’s package through his gym shorts and, holy fuck, do I approve. I wouldn’t mind getting a workout on that thing instead. I would just take his cock and grip it nice and tight and work my biceps and pectorals until I’m blue in the face…or until he blew all over my face. God, fuck yes.
In fact, I could work both arms out at once. A grin on my face and a cock in each hand. How hot would that be? Pumping cock instead of pumping iron.
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p; And when they came, it could just go right into my mouth. Like a quick, all natural protein shake.
“Kara?” pipes up Chase. “Are you ready?” he asks, slightly concerned.
Shit. I guess I was daydreaming for a little while.
“Ye-yeah,” I stutter.
I’m unable to get their cocks out of my head or get my pussy less wet at the thought of them. I shimmy my hips and get myself used to the physical strain of working out while horny, because with these two around, I have a feeling this is just going to be the norm.
“Good. I thought we might have worn you out already,” Chase responds. He gives me a cute smirk as he stares down at me.
Eric brings the bar back up to its bracing. He claps his hands against each other before placing them on his hips. The view is upside down for me from where I lay on the bench…but I don’t miss the way his thumbs settle against the v-shape of his Adonis belt.
“So, Kara. Are you ready to do a couple of reps for us yourself?” he asks.
I want to tell him I’m ready to do a couple of reps on him, actually.
“I think I’m ready to give it a shot, yeah,” I choose to say instead. I take a deep breath and grab the bar exactly where Eric showed me to hold it.
I go to move the weights from the brace, and immediately, the bar comes crashing down towards my chest. But before I’m crushed by a whopping 50 pounds, the guys both grab the bar raise it back up to the brace.
“…right. We have a lot of work to do here, don’t we?” Eric raises a cocky eyebrow as he looks down at me.
Fuck. I’m such a weak ass. I’m mortified.
“Stop the fucking blushing,” Chase reassures me. “Everyone starts somewhere. We’ll just have to spend…a lot of time with you.”
I gulp hard.
A lot. Of time. With me.
I feel my face go even redder. How did I get myself in the middle of this? I’m a perfectionist at heart, dammit, but I’ve never been one to just sit and take criticism from anyone.
Yet here I am, basking in the glow of their muscle-manliness. Getting embarrassed about my own abilities compared to what they’re able to do.
They’re arrogant and cocky. They’re practiced and overwhelmingly strong. They don’t seem to know how to take no for an answer, which pisses me off…but fuck, babe—are they beautiful or what?
They make me want them to like me. I desire to impress them. And I’ve never felt that way before.
These men are going to put me through my paces. All I can hope is that I can manage to keep up.