Last Rep

The smell of rubber mats and disinfectant hung in the air, but underneath it, I caught something else—her perfume, jasmine and sweat, clinging to the humid heat of the gym. The last clients had filtered out twenty minutes ago, the front lights were off, and only the dim glow from the empty squat racks lit the space. Mia was on the bench, a barbell loaded with just the bar, her legs spread wide as she pushed it up.

"You're stalling," she said, not even looking at me. "I can see you in the mirror."

I stepped closer, the rubber floor muffling my footsteps. "I'm admiring the view."

She racked the bar and sat up. Her tank top was soaked through, clinging to her tits, and the waistband of her leggings was rolled down just enough to show the soft curve of her hips. She tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Admiring or planning?"

"Planning."

"Good." She stood up, walked to the yoga mats stacked against the wall, and threw one down in the middle of the floor. "Because I've been thinking about this all day."

"¿Sobre qué?"

She turned to face me, her hands on her hips. "About you bending me over this mat and fucking me until I can't walk. That's what."

My cock twitched in my shorts. "That's a lot of planning."

"Shut up and get over here."

I didn't need to be told twice. I crossed the space, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her into me. Her mouth found mine, hot and hungry, and I tasted the salt on her lips. My hands slid down her back, over the curve of her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp against my mouth.

"Fuck, you feel good," she whispered, her breath ragged. She ground her hips against me, and I felt the heat of her through the thin fabric of her leggings.

I pulled her tank top over her head, and her tits spilled out, heavy and full, her nipples already hard. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking hard while my fingers worked the waistband of her leggings down her thighs. She moaned, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

"More," she breathed. "Please."

I dropped to my knees in front of her, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down. The scent of her hit me—sweet and musky, already wet. I looked up at her, her eyes dark, her lips parted.

"¿Quieres esto?"

"God, yes," she said, her voice shaking. "Stop teasing me."

I buried my face between her legs, my tongue flat against her slit, licking up slow and deliberate. She bucked against my mouth, a low moan escaping her throat. I found her clit and circled it with my tongue, and her thighs started to tremble.

"Fuck, that's good," she gasped. "Don't stop."

I didn't. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she grabbed the back of my head, grinding against me. Her breathing turned ragged, her hips rolling in a rhythm I matched. I slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them up, and she cried out.

"I'm close," she panted. "Don't you dare stop."

I didn't. I pushed her over the edge, and she came with a shuddering cry, her body clenching around my fingers. I held her through it, licking her softly until she went limp.

Then I stood up, my cock straining against my shorts. I peeled them off, letting them fall to the floor, and she reached out, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.

"Fuck, you're hard," she said, stroking me slow. "I want you inside me."

I pulled her onto the mat, laying her down on her back. She spread her legs wide, and I knelt between them, my cock pressing against her wet entrance.

"Look at me," she said.

I did. Her eyes were locked on mine as I pushed inside her, inch by inch. She gasped, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned. "Yes."

I started slow, sliding out almost all the way before pushing back in, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her pussy was hot and tight around me, and I felt her clench with every thrust.

"Harder," she begged. "Please, fuck me harder."

I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the empty walls. She cried out, her head thrown back, her tits bouncing with every stroke.

"Right there," she gasped. "Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."

I didn't. I drove into her, fast and deep, and her moans turned into incoherent cries. I could feel myself getting close, the heat building at the base of my spine.

"Cum for me," I growled. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."

She screamed as she came, her body shuddering around me, and that was all it took. I buried myself deep and let go, my cum flooding into her as I groaned her name.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing, the smell of sweat and sex hanging in the air. She looked up at me, a lazy smile on her face.

"Round two?" she asked.

I laughed, pulling out and collapsing beside her. "Give me five minutes."

She propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes sparkling. "Five minutes. Then we do it again."

I glanced at the clock on the wall. The gym closed in ten.

"Make it three."