It started when I noticed him at the gym. His eyes were glued to my ass as I bent over to stretch. I felt his stare burning into me, and instead of being annoyed, I felt a little thrill. He was hot, broad shoulders, strong arms, and a cocky grin that screamed trouble.

I finished my set and made my way to the water fountain, making sure to sway my hips a little extra. He was watching. I could feel it. As I turned around, I saw him smirking, like he knew exactly what I was doing.

I dropped my water bottle right in front of him, pretending it was an accident. He picked it up and handed it to me, his hand brushing mine. He leaned in and asked if I came here often. My voice was shaky, but I managed to say, Not nearly as much as I’d like to.

He didn’t say a word after that. He just grabbed my hand and led me toward the locker rooms. My heart was pounding as we slipped into the empty space. The smell of sweat and metal lockers filled the air, but all I could focus on was him. He pressed me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips as he leaned in to kiss me. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed me was anything but gentle. It was hungry and demanding, like he’d been waiting for this moment just as much as I had.

I reached down, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned chest. He let out a soft groan when I traced my fingers down his abs, stopping just above the waistband of his shorts. I looked up at him, and the look in his eyes was pure lust.

He didn’t waste any time. His hands slid under my leggings, grabbing my ass and lifting me onto a bench. I could feel how hard he was through his shorts, pressing against me as he kissed my neck and nipped at my collarbone. My breathing got heavier as his hands slid up my thighs, pushing my leggings down to my ankles.

He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. You’re perfect, he said, his voice low and rough. Then he was on me again, his mouth trailing kisses down my stomach as his fingers slipped between my legs.

I let out a soft moan as he slid one finger inside me, then another, curling them just right. His tongue found my clit, and I couldn’t stop the noises that spilled out of my mouth. He worked me like he knew exactly what I needed, his fingers and tongue driving me closer to the edge.

When I came, it was like every muscle in my body tensed at once, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He didn’t stop until I was trembling, my legs shaking as I clung to him for support.

My turn, I said, pushing him back onto the bench. I pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock, which was hard and already leaking. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly as I licked the tip. His head fell back, and a low moan escaped his lips.

I took him into my mouth, going slow at first, teasing him with my tongue. He was big, but I loved the challenge. The way he groaned my name, his hands tangling in my hair, made me feel powerful.

By the time he came, I was a mess, my hair sticking to my forehead and my cheeks flushed. We sat there for a moment, catching our breath, before he leaned in and kissed me again.

You’re coming back tomorrow, right? he asked, his grin cocky but endearing. I laughed and told him I’d think about it. But we both knew I’d be back.