Liam
Thank the lord that the gym is open twenty-four-seven. There’s nothing like letting off some steam by pumping iron. It’s definitely a better- and healthier- idea than what I want to do.
I pull into the parking lot thinking about Asher. Showing up second rate like that- who does he think he is?
I climb out of my Mercedes and grab my gym bag out of the trunk. I’m squeezing the handle of the bag, still enraged, and I do my best not to rip the door off its hinges out of anger.
“What's going on man?” Jake, one of the owners greets me at the front entrance.
I shrug and breathe out heavily.
“New day, same shit man.”
Jake smiles with his big teeth.
“Trouble on the farm?”
Today really isn’t the day for me to stand here and listen to ignorant jokes about ranching. I clench my fist over the bag handle but tell myself to breathe and take it easy.
Not him, not today. Focus on the iron.
I pass through the gym barriers.
As I keep my body moving toward the locker room, I hear Jake yell after me.
“I always hope you’ll find a Miss!”
I stop in my tracks. I feel my muscles twinging beneath my long-sleeve t-shirt. The rush of anger heats up my face.
I turn to face Jake, attempting to shield my frustrations.
“A Miss?”
Jake winks dramatically.
“Maybe a good lady in your life will take the edge off a bit.”
It takes all of my might not to tell Jake to go fuck himself. But the guy owns the gym, and even lets me come in after opening hours if my work gets in the way of a good workout session.
Instead, I force out a fake laugh and keep walking. I hear a loud chuckle as I close the door of the locker room behind me.
For fuck sake, could this day get any more annoying? I whip off my shirt, pants, and quickly put on my basketball shorts and tank top. The gym is relatively busy, but nothing I haven’t experienced before. It’s my time- for silence, and to maintain this cut body.
It takes a lot of work to maintain a six pack, large round shoulders, and thick legs. Next to my business, maintaining my look is my most important priority. It certainly works when hitting up the clubs and looking for my night time company. Ladies love the muscles, and not to mention what you can do with them.
Today is leg day, so I focus on using the kettlebell and hand weights for squats, lunges, heavy deadlifts, and box jumps. I do my best to focus on theMetallicablasting in my ears, but my mind eventually drifts back to Samantha.
That sexy body in those tight jeans- how confident she looked both that moron and I up and down without question. That right there is what turns me on. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it. I wonder if she would like these strong hands on that little body, tossing her around, making her feel good.
Dang, I need to finish this workout. It’s been great letting off some steam with these weights, but there’s another way I think I need to let some energy out.
I puff and pant as I strip off in the locker room. I see Samantha’s hot ass in my mind, curved and plump like a tasty peach. I imagine the strength of her thighs, rippling under those jeans, that cocky grin she gave us both as she rode away.
Fuck Mr. Laurier, I want his daughter. I need to do everything I can to woo her. Let’s face it though- comparing my body to Asher is like comparing a mountain to a stick. Once she gets a flash of this body, she will be drooling and on her knees in seconds.
I hop into the shower and can feel my entire body pulsing. My dick is already super hard at the thought of Samantha in that outfit.
I douse myself underneath the lovely cold water, then immediately move my hands down to my member. I begin stroking my cock up and down.
Fuck. Fuck I want her. That smile- oh that smile is just asking for it. I can’t wait to get that ass up in the air and fuck the shit out of her.
I’m going to town on my dick. Slow strokes quickly turn to fast movements. Heat shoots up my body like lightning centralized around my pelvis. There’s a storm in me, and it wants to be released.
I move my hand faster and faster, using the other hand to brace myself against the shower stall. It’s been a long time since I’ve shot a load, and fuck is this one going to be intense.
I see Samantha strapped to my king size California, that cocky-ass grin on her face. Maybe she thinks I can’t make her cum with just my mouth. I’ll move my tongue around her wet pussy until she starts screaming, begging, moaning, aching for me to finish. The mere thought of her releasing brings my own dick to the brink.
“Fuuck, Samantha,” I whisper to myself in the shower.
Waves of pleasure move from the tip of my dick to the tip of my toes. I lean my head against the cool linoleum wall. If only I could fall into the naked arms of Samantha right now.