Page 62 of Behind the Bench

Opening the door to the weight room, ready to work through all this pent up energy, I’m happy to see I’m alone, and make my way to the treadmill for a quick warm up. I turn my AirPods on and select my workout playlist. The Cadillac Three starts playing and I get lost in a rhythm as I run. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead, and that’s my cue to slow down before I push myself too hard and my knee starts acting up.

Just as I’m about to step off the treadmill, I see the door open up in the mirror in front of me. Ellie walks in in a pair of yoga pants and a cropped spandex workout shirt. Good god, she is impeccable. Keeping my eyes on her in the mirror, I take a step off the treadmill and trip. That’s what I get for staring, I guess.

I look up to see Ellie trying to hide her laugh, but her eyesgive her away. Taking one of my AirPods out, I call her out. “Are you laughing at me, Montgomery?”

She pretends to cough. “Never, Scott. Just got something stuck in my throat.”

Little liar.

“Mm-hmm. I’m sure.” There’s a playfulness to my voice, and I catch the corners of Ellie’s mouth turn up as she fights a smile.

She walks over to the squat rack before setting her water bottle down next to it. “You just finishing up or just getting started?” she asks.

“I just finished my warm-up. Was gonna get a light lift in before my pregame nap,” I say, nodding to the squat rack she’s setting up for herself.

Ellie finishes putting her weights on the end of the bar and walks to the front of the rack. “Want a partner? I could use a spot.”

My eyes work their way up and down her body and I don’t bother hiding the fact that I’m checking her out. “Do I want to spot you as you squat down in front of me? Let me think about that for a second…”

She swats my arm before nodding to the rack. “Don’t be a perv, Lincoln. This is a simple workout between coaches in a hotel gym where anyone is free to walk in.” She says it as a warning, and I can barely take her seriously. “So are you gonna spot me or what?”

“Absolutely, Coach.” I walk behind the rack and wait for her to get set.

Spotting Ellie as she squats is the worst type of torture I’ve ever experienced. Her yoga pants leave little to the imagination as her ass bobs up and down with each squat. And the sounds she makes? Good lord. I’ve been fighting an erection for the past five minutes. My workout shorts do very little to hide the battle happening in my briefs, and Ellie notices my struggle as she removes her weights from the bar.

“Somebody’s gonna come in here and feel very awkward when they see that monster in your pants pointing at them,” she says, looking down at my shorts.

She’s trying to give me shit, but I focus on something else entirely. “Monster, huh? You haven’t even seen him yet, how do you know he’s a monster?” I know I’m playing with fire here, but when it comes to Ellie I don’t mind getting burned.

Ellie moves behind the rack as I finish putting heavier weights on so I can begin my reps. “I may not have had the privilege of seeing him yet, but I did get a feel for your monster over your sweatpants.” Her eyes are gleaming with mischief and my only response is to shake my head.

I wasn’t planning on squatting because of my knee, but no way in hell am I passing up this opportunity. When it comes to being near Ellie, I’ll jump at every chance. I’m both a sucker and a glutton for punishment it seems.

“That’s a lot of weight. This isn’t going to bother your knee?” she asks before getting closer so she’s inches from my back. I feel her body heat behind me, and because I can’t help myself I lean back the slightest bit and brush up against her breasts. I swear I can feel her nipples as my back slides down her front.

“Nah, I used to squat a lot more before my injury…and I’ll keep my reps low. I can’t skip leg day entirely or else I’d be walking around with chicken legs.”

Ellie snorts. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

We keep our banter and small talk going as we work our way through squats, bench press, and a small ab workout. It feels natural to be here with Ellie in the weight room, and I can imagine us doing this together on weekday mornings.

Once we’re done with our ab workout, we do some light stretching to cool down. I think Ellie is torturing me on purpose as she bends down in front of me with her legs spread wide, reaching down in front of her.

My dick is so hard I can feel it throbbing as Ellie movesfrom one leg to another. I do my best to adjust myself in my shorts, but it’s no use. There’s no hiding what she does to me.

She finishes up her stretches, and I can’t tear my eyes off of her. She stands and takes a sip from her water bottle before making her way to the door. With one last look over her shoulder, she turns to me and says, “You might want to take care of that before we leave for the game, Coach.” And with a sassy little finger wave, she’s out the door.

It takes me a few minutes before I can respectfully leave the workout room. I tuck myself in the best I can, and to avoid any awkward encounters in the elevator I take the stairs three floors up to my room.

Pushing the door open to my room, I all but sprint to my bathroom and start the shower. A better man would turn the water to cold and try to wash away these salacious thoughts of Ellie, but I’ve never claimed to be a good man.

Steam fills the air and clings to the mirror above the sink as I climb into the shower. My hand immediately starts stroking my cock as thoughts of Ellie bending down in front of me flood my mind.

I guess my poor hand will get a break tomorrow.

After that workout with Lincoln, I take a cold shower to try and calm down my damn hormones. Seeing how turned on he was by a simple workout had me almost losing all self-control. Not to mention, his ass looked mighty fine during those squats.

I grab the towel that’s hanging on the wall and dry myself off before stepping out of the shower. Grabbing another towel from under the sink, I wrap my hair up and set it on top of my head. As I’m fastening my towel, I hear a strangled sound.

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