Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
This semester, though, we have to be very careful.
“Where’s your head at right now?” John interrupts my thoughts.
I look up, startled. I’m resting between reps, and my face must look like I’m in another world. I’ve noticed Mari does the same thing. We all have that in common. I think it’s a side effect of being creative. We’re all English majors, after all.
“Just thinking.”
“You do that a lot. It’s one of the many things I like about you.”
I chuckle. “I know.”
“We won’t get caught, Mark. We’ve been very careful so far, and we’ll continue to be careful with Mari. But it’s cute that you’re worried.”
“You’re the one with the most to lose. If you say it’ll be fine, then it’ll be fine.”
“Good boy. Now finish your last set so I can take a turn.”
I do as I’m told, and then I watch as John does the same workout. I have to keep wiping my face to keep the drool from showing. That’s how hot it is to watch John.
Leg day is even hotter. John is an arm guy, but I’m a leg guy. He likes to wear shorts when he does his leg workout just to drive me crazy. Of course, I wear short sleeves or a tank top on arm day to do the same to him. It’s just how our relationship works.
After working our shoulders, we have a couple more exercises to do. We finish our workout with a twenty-minute cardio session. Every workout, we switch it up. Today, we’re doing the bikes. We take it relatively easy but then sprint every half-mile to get the most out of the workout. As we ride the stationary bikes, we chat about work and life. It’s nice to just relax and talk sometimes. If we can chat and get a good workout in at the same time, I’m a happy camper.
When our twenty minutes are up, we cool down and clean up the machines. The locker room is empty when we walk in. It’s only six in the morning. People will start arriving over the next hour to work out before they go to their jobs in the city.
I like having the locker room to ourselves.
John looks around quickly, verifying that we’re the only ones in here, before coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my neck.
“Hi,” I murmur seductively.
His stubble scratches my cheek. “Hi, handsome.”
John kisses my cheek just below my ear. He knows it drives me crazy when he does that!
I eye the door. Even if we’re alone right now, it’s dangerous. If we get caught by anyone who knows us from the university…
John pushes that thought from my head by kissing me. Fuck it. This isn’t the first time we’ve made out in the locker room, and it won’t be the last.
“We worked up quite a sweat out there,” John whispers. “I think we could use a shower.”
“Shit,” I mumble. “Are you sure about this?”
“Never been surer. Come on, babe. I know you like the risk.”
Taking my hand, John pulls me toward the showers at the back of the locker room. He picks the one all the way in the corner. If someone comes in, we’ll hear them and hopefully be able to detach ourselves from each other before they see us.
As soon as we’re in the shower stall, John closes the curtain and pushes me up against the cool tile wall. He kisses me hard, his hands roaming over my arms. I knew wearing this cutoff shirt was a good idea. John can’t resist the sight of my arms.
“Babe, I need you,” he moans. “I need to be inside you.”
“Then you know what to do.”
John grins as he spins me around to face the wall. He turns on the water to hide our moans, just in case. We need to at least make it seem like someone is in here actually taking a shower.
Water pours over us as John kisses my neck, nibbling lightly at the skin. He’s always careful not to leave any visible marks. Of course, a hickey could come from anyone, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
My workout shorts slide to the floor. Good thing we have extra clothes in our bags. Walking out in soaked clothes would be a dead giveaway.
John squeezes my ass. I arch my back to push my cheeks into his palms. He continues to kiss my neck, my lips, and my shoulders as he kneads my ass.
“Fuck, baby,” I say. “Please, give it to me.”
“Tell me what you want, Mark.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.
He chuckles against my neck. “Then I will, babe.”
His pants join mine on the ground. His hard cock pushes against my crack. Slowly, he enters my waiting hole.
“Oh, fuck yes!” I cry out as his cock fills me to the brim. John manages to get balls deep before he pulls out, only to slam back into me again. My dick is pressed against the cold wall, just as hard as his. I take it in my hand and jerk off to John’s rhythm.