Last Set

The gym was almost empty, just the hum of the treadmills and the smell of sweat and disinfectant. I was on the leg press, grinding out my last set, when I saw her watching me from the front desk.

Maya. She was wiping down the counter, but her eyes were on me. On my thighs, the way they strained against the pads. She didn't look away when I caught her. She just smiled, slow and easy, and my cock twitched inside my shorts.

She came over when I was done, towel around my neck, chest still heaving. "You always push it this hard?" she asked, her voice a little rough.

"Only when I'm showing off."

"Mission accomplished." She gestured at the mat behind me. "You should stretch. You'll be sore tomorrow."

"I know a better way to loosen up."

Her laugh was low. "Is that your line for all the girls?"

"Only the ones who stare at my legs for ten minutes."

She bit her lip, and I saw the pulse in her throat. "I get off in twenty. You want to wait?"

I didn't wait. I followed her to the storage closet where she kept the extra towels. It was small, dark, smelling of clean laundry and her perfume. She locked the door behind us.

"Shhh," she whispered, but she was already pressing me against the shelf, her hand sliding down my stomach, finding the waistband of my shorts. "I've been thinking about this for weeks."

Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and I groaned. She was warm, sure, stroking me slow while she looked up at me with those dark eyes. "Fuck, you're big."

"Been saving it for you."

She smiled and dropped to her knees. Her mouth was hot and wet, taking me deep, and I had to grip the shelf to stay standing. She moaned around me, her tongue working the underside, her hand cupping my balls. I threaded my fingers through her hair, not pulling, just holding, and she looked up at me, eyes watering, and I almost came right there.

"Not yet," I gasped.

She pulled off with a wet pop, wiping her mouth. "Then fuck me. Now."

I bent her over a stack of folded towels, hiked her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was already slick, glistening, and she reached back and spread herself for me. "Come on," she breathed. "Fill me up."

I pushed inside her, and she cried out, a sharp, bitten-off sound. She was tight, hot, gripping me like a fist. I held still for a second, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse around my cock.

"Move," she begged. "Please."

I fucked her hard, my hips slamming against her ass, the shelf rattling against the wall. She moaned into the towels, her fingers clawing at the fabric. "Yes, yes, right there—"

I reached around and found her clit, wet and swollen, and she bucked against my hand. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Don't you fucking stop."

The smell of her, the sound of our bodies slapping together, the way she clenched around me when she came, shuddering, crying out my name—it pushed me over the edge. I came inside her with a groan, my whole body tense, emptying into her as she milked me with her thighs.

We collapsed against the shelf, breathing hard. She turned her head, smiling at me, flushed and messy. "That was..."

"Amazing," I finished.

She laughed, soft. "You're closing next week?"

"Only if you're working."

She kissed me, slow and deep, her hand slipping into my shorts again. "I'm off in ten minutes. My apartment's two blocks away."

I looked at her. "You trying to kill me?"

"Just keeping you in shape."