After-Hour Strokes

God, his body was ruining me. Every time Marcus shifted on the weight bench, those thick thighs flexed under the thin gym shorts, and my sketchpad felt heavier in my lap. I was supposed to be capturing the play of late-afternoon light across his chest for my new series, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted to please him, to make him groan my name until the empty gym echoed.

The place was almost deserted. Just the low hum of the air conditioning, the distant clank of one last machine being wiped down, and the soft squeak of my sneakers on the rubber floor as I moved closer. Closing time was in twenty minutes. The front desk girl had already dimmed the lights.

“Elena,” Marcus said, voice low and rough, eyes half-lidded as he watched me. “You’re not even drawing anymore. What’s going on in that pretty head?”

I set the pad aside, heart hammering. “I’m thinking about how much I want to touch you. Not just for the art. I want to make you feel good, Marcus. Let me please you.”

His cock twitched visibly under the gray fabric. He sat up slowly, sweat glistening on his dark skin. “Here? Now?”

I nodded, already sliding between his spread knees. My fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down just enough to free his heavy dick. It sprang up, thick and veined, the head already shiny with precum. The scent of him—clean sweat and warm skin—made my mouth water, but I didn’t go for that tonight. I wanted to feel him inside me, slow and deep, while we stayed as quiet as possible.

“Fuck, Elena… you’re serious,” he whispered, glancing toward the darkened entrance. His big hands settled on my hips as I stood and peeled my tank top over my head. The cool gym air kissed my breasts; my nipples tightened instantly. I shimmied out of my yoga pants and panties in one motion, leaving them pooled on the floor beside his discarded shorts.

Marcus pulled me onto his lap, guiding me to straddle him right there on the bench. His cock nestled against my already slick pussy lips. “You’re so wet,” he breathed against my neck, one hand cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple with aching tenderness. “All that time staring at me did this?”

“Yes,” I gasped softly, rocking my hips so the thick head rubbed my clit. The wet sound of my arousal filled the quiet space between us. “I’ve been aching to please you. Want you to cum deep inside me while I ride you nice and slow.”

He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin. I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his hot cock, and slowly sank onto him. Inch by inch he stretched my pussy open, filling me completely until my ass rested against his thighs. The fullness made my breath hitch; I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning too loud.

“That’s it… take every bit of me,” he murmured, hands sliding to grip my ass cheeks, spreading them gently as I began to move. Up and down, unhurried rolls of my hips. Each glide made my inner walls flutter around his thickness. The bench creaked faintly beneath us. Somewhere down the hall a vacuum cleaner started, a low distant drone that somehow made this feel even riskier.

I leaned forward, pressing my tits to his chest, and whispered right against his ear, “Feel how tight I am for you? I’m going to squeeze every drop out of you, Marcus. Just relax and let me please you.”

His fingers dug into my flesh, not rough, just desperate. We rocked together in a lazy rhythm, my clit grinding against his pelvis on every downstroke. Sweat beaded between us. The only sounds were our shaky breathing, the slick noises of my soaked pussy sliding along his cock, and the occasional wet kiss when our mouths met—soft, open-mouthed, tongues teasing without urgency.

“God, you feel incredible,” he panted, voice barely above a whisper. “So warm… so fucking wet. Keep going just like that.”

I clenched around him deliberately, milking his length with each rise and fall. My orgasm built in slow waves, starting deep in my belly. When it finally broke I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the cry, my pussy pulsing hard around him, juices coating his balls.

Marcus followed seconds later, hips stuttering up into me as he spilled. Thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy, so much it leaked out around his cock and dripped onto the bench. We stayed locked together, trembling, the aftershocks making us both twitch.

The vacuum cleaner was getting closer.

He kissed my damp temple, still buried inside me. “We’re not done. My place after they kick us out. I want to watch you please me all night…”