Page 46 of Gym With Benefits

I took his hand from my jaw, and guided his fingers down the front of my abdomen, beneath the waistband of my tights. And lower still, until his fingers sank into the slick, scorching heat of my pussy.

Hunter sucked in a breath the moment his skin made contact with my wetness. A low, gravelly sound broke from his throat as he slid his fingers through my juices.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice a heavy rasp that made my pussy clench.

He traced the tight line of my opening with two fingers before his thumb found the engorged, pulsing knot of my clit. He pressed down, a firm, circular friction that made my head snap back against the drywall with a thud.

“Oh, God... Hunter,” I gasped, my hands clawing into the fabric of his t-shirt to find purchase as the pleasure flared into a concentrated, blinding heat.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his thumb increasing the pressure. “Tell me exactly how that feels.”

“It… it feels good.”

He studied me closely, his fingers working their magic between my legs. Then he slipped into me and at the same time, asked, “Good enough to make you forget about Dane?”

My nails dug into his shoulders and I bit down on my lip so hard it drew blood. But I couldn’t exactly cry out with the pleasure I felt. Not while anyone walking by outside could hear me.

“I asked you a question.” Hunter added another finger, stretching my pussy deliciously as he pumped into me.

“Yes,” I said, letting out a shaky breath to try and keep my shit together.

With his fingers inside me, he brought his thumb to stroke my clit again. I lost all feeling in my legs, my full weight bearing down on him.

“What about Brock?” he teased, flicking over my clit in rapid movements. “Is it good enough to forget about him too?”

The mention of his name, the memory of how he’d ripped me in two in that shower… And now being taken by Hunter like this. Knowing Brock was on the other side of this drywall. It turned me on so fucking much, a fresh surge of arousal squirted out of me, drenching Hunter’s hand.

“Oh, she likes it.” He thrust his fingers in harder. Deeper. “You like thinking about him while I do this? Does it get you hot?”

Using the last shreds of my composure, I locked eyes with him. “Youget me hot.”

A slow smile curled his lips, but his eyes remained totally blown out. “Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

I placed my palms flat against his chest, pushing him back. The absence of him between my legs made my pussy ache, but the urge to wipe the smug look off his face won out. This had nothing to do with Brock’s supremacy or Dane’s psychotic tantrums. This was about the man standing in front of me right now.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet, the rough fibers pricking through my tights as I hooked my thumbs into his waistband and peeled the shorts past his hips.

His cock sprang free. Thick and pink with winding veins that begged me to trace them with my tongue.

“Oh, my…” I licked my lips.

He was big. Not as big as Brock, but big enough to make my pussy throb in anticipation. Just thinking about him filling me up made me want to come.

I held his gaze and dipped my hand between my thighs, fingers sliding through the heat collected there. Once my hand was coated, I brought it up to wrap around his throbbing shaft. Thefirst stroke covered him in my juices, and Hunter swallowed a strangled moan as he watched me do it.

My breath floated over the sensitive skin of his head but I didn't plunge right in. Starting at the base, I slid my tongue up the warm underside of his cock, tracing the raised vein all the way to his tip. When I got to the vertical slit at the top, I played my tongue through it, tasting the salt of his pre-cum.

Only then did I part my lips and ease onto him.

All that warm, silky skin felt so good inching into my mouth. And God, the faint musk of his flavor had me buzzing.

I took him in gradually. There was no way I’d get it all, but I was sure gonna enjoy trying. One hand stayed stroking him, working in tandem with my mouth as I bobbed up and down along his dick.

Hunter groaned and lightly stroked my cheeks as I took him progressively deeper. I relaxed my jaw, taking him further into my mouth with every pass. Until his tip slid past my teeth to press against the very back of my throat. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and his hands flew into my hair to hold me in place.

After a few seconds, he let up, then continued to guide the cadence of my head. His movements held a desperate precision. I gripped his right thigh with my free hand, my fingers digging into the hard muscle above his knee to keep from tilting sideways on the industrial floor.

The room filled with the sound of his lustful moans, a messy feedback loop that gave me all the validation I needed. Saliva dripped down his shaft in sticky threads that slicked the skin until his cock slid effortlessly against my lips. Making him lose control became my single focal point.