Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps #1)(52)

“Nope.” Sweat dripped down my face, but I kept my hands on the bar because I knew what was coming next. I was already regretting agreeing to work out with him in his home gym.

“Yeah ya do. Go again.”

“Last one, fucking task master.” My thighs and glutes were on fire. “I thought bye week was for relaxing,” I groused as I set my shoulders and slid the bar out of its supports. Again. I lowered slowly, quads screaming every inch of the descent as Ramsey watched from behind me.

“Get that ass out farther.”

“Your favorite words,” I gritted, catching him grin in the mirror. “I see you shamelessly looking at it too.”

“Just watching your form.”

“Right.”

“Now back up again.”

Another bead of sweat rolled down my temple as I strained to straighten. Ramsey was behind me in an instant, spotting me and helping me push the bar back into place.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my head sagging forward as I panted. “What kind of prize do I get for that one?”

“Some sweet muscle gains? A shower?” Ramsey’s fingertips drifted over my knuckles, and I lifted my gaze, locking eyes with him in the mirror as his hard cock pressed into my ass.

“Nope.” I shook my head slowly. “Want something better.”

Goose bumps prickled across the back of my neck as Ramsey brushed a kiss over my nape. His hands closed over the tops of mine on the bar. “Something like this?”

“I’m sweaty.” That was just a warning, not a refusal.

He licked the side of my neck in response. “Don’t care.”

So weighted squats turned Ramsey on. I added that to my mental file and let out a soft groan, pulse spiking as he sucked gently on the other side.

“How about you keep those hands glued right where they are,” he told me, skimming his fingers down my side, to my front, then sliding them inside the waistband of my shorts.

Ramsey inched my shorts lower, exposing my hardening cock to the cool air of his weight room as we both watched the mirror. My breathing went ragged as he cupped my balls, stroking a thumb over them while his hips rolled against my ass.

“How’s this?” His other hand drifted lightly up and down my sternum, gliding over the sheen on my skin, teasing my nipples into tight buds while he wrapped a hand around my shaft and stroked me slowly.

“More in line with what I was thinking.”

“You want this dick in your ass?”

“Yeah. Shit. Tighter.” I arched into the friction. The fabric of his shorts was gonna chafe my ass, and I didn’t even care at this point.

“Every time we’re in the weight room, I think about doing this to you.”

“Less thinking, more acting,” I growled, and he chuckled as he glided a finger down my crease.

“No condoms or lube on me. I can go get—”

“Do we need them?” I interrupted, impatient as hell, as usual. “Neither of us has been with anyone else since our physicals. I mean, I haven’t…”

Ramsey barked out a laugh. “You know I haven’t. But…lube.”

“Spit is nature’s lube. Be resourceful, Ramsey, Jesus.” I stared him down in the mirror until we both cracked up.

The touch of his fingertips over my entrance silenced me quickly enough, though, and I moaned as he pressed the pad against my entrance.

“Let me in.”

I pressed back against him, and he worked me open with way more patience than I wanted him to have. By the time he shoved down his shorts, spread my cheeks, and rubbed the spit-slick head of his cock against my hole, I was whimpering with arousal, my dick throbbing in the air.

He breached me with the same patience, eyes glued to my ass, teeth clamping down on his lower lip with a satisfied hiss as I let him inside. “Goddamn this ass, Garrett.”

I could’ve listened to him say that over and over, the need and desire in its rasp lighting up my core and making me drip. “Fuck, quit being so patient. Do it hard.”

He glanced up then, a wild gleam dancing in his eyes as he smirked and jerked my hips back, sinking deeper inside me. The sting radiated outward, morphing into pleasure sliding up the base of my spine as he began moving, slower at first, bending his head to spit on his length, then faster, until he was slamming into me. My eyes rolled back in my head as the weights rattled in time with the smack of our bodies together.

I gripped my cock and let him fuck me into my fist, cursing with every thrust until pleasure crashed head-on into me with the force of a freight train. I gripped the bar again as my orgasm rocketed through me and I shot my wad all over the floor and the mirror in front of us.

“Fuck,” Ramsey gasped out as I clenched around him. He closed his hands over mine, our fingers lacing, the power of his next thrust bowing me as he let go and came inside me with a cry.

Neither of us moved for long seconds, and then he wrapped an arm around my chest, dragging me down to the floor, where we both sprawled, shorts around our knees, chests heaving.

“Think anyone would say anything if we did this at our next team-training session?” I asked when I could manage a full string of words again.

“Probably no one would notice you yowling like a cat.”

“Or you grunting out random shit like a caveman trying words for the first time.” I grunted demonstratively, and Ramsey laughed and reached out, gently swiping a drip of sweat from my forehead.