Page 30 of Gym With Benefits

"Just breathe," he whispered, a hand coming around to catch my chin and tilt my head back. "Deep breaths, Jess. Don't fight me."

He pushed forward, another inch of his thick, veiny shaft sliding into me. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the walls as the stretch became a dull, overpowering ache.

"That’s it. Relax your hips. Give it to me." He waited for the spasm to pass before advancing another inch. Each movement was a calculated invasion of my last defenses. "Stay open for me. I want this as much as you do."

"More," I choked out, my hips rolling back in a desperate bid to swallow the rest of him. "Brock, please."

"I want to feel your tight pussy close around me," he growled, his unsheathed hunger going straight to my clit. "You want that too, don't you? You want me all the way inside?"

I lost it then. The technicality of the stretch was gone, replaced by a fierce need for him to ravage me. I tilted my pelvis, searching for the depth, my moans echoing off the wet glass. "Do it. Fuck me. I want all of it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Now!"

Brock reached forward, catching my right arm and pulling it back behind his neck. It forced my spine into a deep, vulnerable arch that also opened me even more for him. The change in angle put my pussy right where he wanted it.

"Hold on for me, baby. I don't want to hurt you."

Before the warning could even settle, he snapped his hips forward hard. The impact was total. He drove the full length of his cock into me in one blistering thrust. My insides screamed at the sudden expansion. An animalistic sound tore from my throat, raw and exposed, but Brock’s palm was already there, crushing over my mouth to muffle the noise.

He stayed there, buried to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside me while I shook against the wall.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice all strangled with how my pussy choked him out. “You did so good for me, Jess. Just like I knew you would.”

He moved again. The calculated stretch of the beginning was gone, gradually giving way to nothing but mind-blowing pleasure. He withdrew until the head of his cock nearly escaped, then drove back in with a blazing force that made the shower door rattle in its track. The pace picked up, his hips slamming into mine with a wet, echoing cadence. I tried to keep my palms flat against the tile, but the momentum of his weight made my surroundings a haze of steam and white noise.

Each thrust hit deeper, harder. My pussy walls reacted with a desperate, involuntary clench, the internal muscles wrapping around his thickness in a series of delicious spasms. I was too tight, my pussy a vice that didn't let him breathe. Heat coiled low in my belly, twisting into a final, unrelenting knot that shot loose and consumed me.

I came for the third time, a silent explosion that broke me in two. My internal grip on him became absolute. A suffocating heat that dragged another groan from his throat.

The speed of his thrusts became a frenzy. Brock’s discipline snapped. He was a machine of bone and muscle, driving into me with unchecked power that sent my center of gravity into a tailspin. My one standing leg buckled, the muscle failing as I slipped on the wet floor.

Despite his distraction, he caught my thighs before I could fall, and hoisted me up until my back was fused to his chest. Taking my full weight, biceps bulging and chest heaving, he pinned me to the wall. He didn't slow down. Instead, he used this new angleto drive even deeper, his cock a rigid rod of iron that left me fighting for breath.

"Jess... God, Jess..."

Then his body locked. A gripping tremor started in his legs and his hips pinned me to the tiles as his climax hit. I felt the first hot, thick jet of his cum flood my insides, followed by a series of powerful, pulsing bursts. His whole body went rigid, muscles bunching into knots of stone as he emptied himself in me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath coming in short, scorched pants while his cock continued to throb inside my heat.

The water continued to fall, a steady drone that eventually washed away the sweat and the salt, leaving only the weight of him holding me together in the steam.

Once it had cooled to a tepid drizzle, the steam thinned to reveal the clinical white tiles of the stall. Brock pulled back, and the exit of his cock left me feeling empty. A small, wounded sound escaped my throat. It was a noise I’d never heard come out of me. Ever. My fingers curled into the taut, damp skin of his shoulders to keep from sliding down the wall.

“I—That was…”

I wasn’t a woman who lost herself in the moment. I wasn’t reckless, and I sure as hell wasn’t uninhibited. But the man in front of me had leveled every defense with an effortless strength.

Brock’s hands remained on my waist, his thumbs tracing the line of my hip bones. He looked at me, the dark intensity in his eyes softening into something that made my chest ache. He reached up, his large hand gentle as he smoothed the wet hair away from my face, tucking a stray lock behind my ear.

"Are you okay to stand?" he asked, his voice returning to that steady, protective tone.

"I think so," I whispered, though my knees felt like they were made of cooling wax. I let out a shaky, breathless laugh that cracked in the middle. "I don't... I don't usually do this kind of thing."

Brock’s mouth quirked into a faint smile. "Despite the reputation... I’ve never done this either. Not like this."

The honesty in his voice was a different kind of intimacy than what we’d just shared. He reached over and turned the faucet, the drumming of the water cutting out and leaving us in the sudden, ringing quiet of the locker room.

Brock stepped out first, grabbed a towel from the rack and held it open for me. I shivered when I stepped out of the stall, but he quickly wrapped the towel around my shoulders.