hghie

[hghie]

"where do you think you're going? no, no, we aren't done."

hugh and you were gym buddies. if gym buddies start with one bothering you to join him in a workout sessions until you got annoyed enough to say yes. why the fuck would i want to work out with someone who's way older than me.

you continued to ask yourself that, especially after five minutes into the workout and he was already acting over-esteemed. it was ten pm, the gym being scheduled to close at eleven. what sane person enjoys this style of a workout.

"you always workout near closing time?" you asked sarcastically, eyeing him down as he drank out his water bottle aggressively.

"scared?" he half smiled. a little, yes.

"you can relax, im friends with the owner and i already told him we'd be doing a late session so he gave me the backup keys to lock up when we're done," he nodded, letting his hand pat your shoulder as he set his bottle down and tilted his head to the stairmaster.

you followed, plugging your own headphones on as you each focused on a pace. while slowing down for your cool off before the next set, you finally took the time to check your surroundings. nobody is even here. one lousy gym rat but they looked like some high-schooler.

"tired? or ya coming?" he asked followed by a small jump off the treadmill, heading to the weights. you hesitantly followed. while he set up his weights on his side, you chose to start off with stretching. sitting on one of the provided mats, you sprawled out and performed different stretches to help your limbs in the long run. you noticed how silent it was. not even any clinks of him choosing his weights like you just heard before. is he just watching me?

you couldn’t help but to continuously notice it. noticing the states he snuck when you bent over, when you used the thigh machines. you quickly lost focus of the sudden chill you felt in your spine once you welcomed in the sore feeling you got in the thighs. legs being spread out, spelling out a wide v, as you lowered your back till your chest was nearly touching the mat. "shit," a faint mumble came out of you.

hugh almost immediately came down to you, allowing his hand to rest on your thigh. "you ok?"

a shiver ran down your spine once more. his hand felt so rough, warm, on you. i should tell him to watch himself.

"i’m, ok, thanks," you simply said, not yet moving away from his arm as you sat back up. he smiled at you, not moving his hand. until he did, only to move it to your inner thigh. "stretches are important, or else you end up feeling like this," he said lowly. yeah, no shit.

"i know, i just-"

he slowly rubbed your thigh. stop him. but maybe it was you noticing the veins popping out in his biceps, on the hands that rubbed small circles near your inner thigh. "does this make it feel better?"

god, yes. you quietly nodded your head as your widened eyes glued to the details of his hand. slowly, he let his hand travel further up, further in, until he was just shy from your core. "these stretches really help you?"

you tilted your head slightly from the question.

"sometimes it looks like you're just putting on a lil' show for me."

you felt your breath hitch as he let his fingers brush over your clothed heat. damp. he smiled as he now locked eyes with you. "wet for me already baby?" he slightly snickered.

he readjusted himself as he began moving his fingers in circles against your clothed clit, his eyes glued to your facial reactions. your mouth slightly hung open, sharing silent moans as you watched his hand move.

"wanted my help? needed me, didn't you?" you nodded your head in silence.

"use your words," he softly spat.

"yes. i needed it," pathetic.

he smiled as he moved the focus to your neck, scattering sloppy kisses from your collarbone to your jaw as his hands slipped underneath your panties.

"hugh-" you gasped. he took this chance to connect to his lips to yours now, forcing his own tongue to taste your own as his fingers slipped in and out of you. "think it's so fucking cute to wear these slutty ass shorts every workout?"

you released soft moans, relishing in nearly sucking his bottom lip. your hips began to squirm, desperate for more friction. he suddenly yanked his own hand away before getting up and pulling your arm with him.

"always thought you'd look real good bent over this thing," his face tugged a smile looking at the weight bench. he's thought about this?

“why don’t you start by wetting my dick?”

ok, he’s definitely thought this out. it was stupid, to so easily give into a man that you knew probably jerked off to the memory of you. you knew better, smart enough to know he became so perverted with you. “you wanna help me with that?”

you slowly nodded your head as you went down on your knees, now aligned with his clothed crotch. “thought about this- didn’t you? just ready for me to face fuck you.” you felt yourself dampen, excited by his words. you slid his waistband down, pulling it out as it sprung up, nearly hitting your face.

“slap it on your tongue, wanna see how big it is in your mouth.”

if only you knew what he’s dreamed, what he’s played in his hand. you were better than what he formed in his mind. pathetically, you took hold of his cock, slapping the tip on your tongue as you watched him smile at you. you then took the tip in your mouth, sucking off and licking the tip softly.

you felt one hand on the back of your head now, tangling through your hair to slowly push you to take more already. you allowed him to set the pace, now taking his full length to the back of your throat.

“look at you, taking it so well…someone throat train you already?” he groaned with a tug of a smile. you bobbed your head up and down, feeling the shame being replaced with hypocrisy. another man who couldn’t have the balls to mind his own eyes. you moved your eyes up to his, locking eye contact. but were you any better? or is he just really fucking convincing.

“cmon baby, i know you can take it, show me what you can do,” he smugly smiled now. with no hesitation, you pushed yourself to let his cock hit the back of your throat, now making yourself gag on it. your slobbers turned into coughs as you didn’t allow yourself to come up for air just yet, using the limited seconds to look up to him so he could see your watery eyes.

“oh fuck,” he let out a guttural moan, enamored by the sight of you pushing yourself to that extent just for him. choking on his cock to the brink of tears.

“like being used like a damn fleshlight? your throat being a toy for me?” he grunted as he took hold of your head and shoved it into face planting you into his pubes, making you take his full length for a few seconds before letting you yank yourself off for air.

maybe you were lost in thought, or maybe not aware enough. either way, you found yourself bending over the bench, feeling the shame in the cold ac air and his stare from behind.

you felt your shorts removed just enough to reveal your ass. "fucking shit-" he muttered. sounds real good cussing. "you're soaked baby."

"you just gonna tease all day?" you whined, earning a chuckle from him. "not when you're so needy like this."

you felt a thick slap against your ass, making you release a small yelp. your panties were pulled to the side as he pressed just the tip in, dipping it in your coats. fuck, could just get off with the tip.

"gripping just the tip, so fucking eager," he softly chuckled as he rubbed your ass watching his tip inside you.

he slowly pushed his entire length inside of you, grunting once done. "shit, wait-" you softly gasped as your hands tightened its grip on the edge of the weight bench. "so goddamn tight," he mumbled before moving his hips.

you moaned as you felt his balls slapping your dripping cunt. every grunt, every smack, every cuss word he spat at you. "acting like such a whore for me aren't you baby?"

before you could fully answer, he moved one of his hands to grab your chin before sticking two fingers into your mouth. "answer me doll’.”

"f-fuck. yes, yeah," you choked out, occupied with coughing on his saliva covered fingers.

he slammed merciless into your own pulsing folds, taking the length shamelessly. his grunts got slightly louder, before you felt a familiar sensation of euphoria go down your body. the hot stream of liquid shooting inside you.

you softly panted, in the headspace of getting up off the bench before you feel his hand push your back down on the weight bench keeping you there. he let out a small dry chuckle.

"where do you think you're going. no, no, we aren't done.”

he began moving his hips sloppily yet aggressive. making your head throw back in overstimulation. "p-please," you breathily begged.

"please what pretty?" he asked as he tugged your back to face him while he railed into into you. "cum in me, again, i need you to-"

he picked up the pace, wanting to finish this off frustrated. "dirty fucking mouth you have, know that?" he grunts as he places soft kisses on your back while he fondles your bouncing breasts.

"all this stamina finally put to good use.”

you felt him smack your ass while his thrusts stayed consistent. he bent down to hover over your back, placing sloppy kisses on your shoulder until he reached your ears.

“so fucking good, in every position, in every workout,” he groaned in your ear.

your eyes rolled back until you closed them, feeling his cum shoot down once more with a few rough pumps. he gasped as he rode out of his high inside you, slapping your ass just before slowly pulling himself out.

"i think that counts as a workout," he joked, amused by his own teasing, making you roll your eyes with a soft pant as you adjusted your shorts back on.

"that does not count as one, go be useful and grab my weights."

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