The gym still smelled like rubber mats and metal and us.
My legs were jelly when Kieran finally pulled out and let me slide down from the bench. c*m was leaking out of me already running down the inside of my thigh in warm sticky trails. I could barely stand straight my p***y still twitching from how hard he’d made me come.
He didn’t give me time to catch my breath.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the squat rack in the corner the one with the big safety bars and the full-length mirror behind it. The overhead light was off over there so it felt darker more private even though we were still in the middle of the empty gym.
“Hands on the bar” he said voice low and rough like he was barely holding back.
I wrapped my fingers around the cool steel bar at shoulder height bent forwar
