Page 57 of Hard Count
Are you going to give me something to look at while I run?
Put on a show for me.
She turns on the treadmill and starts jogging at an easy pace with her eyes glued to me. She claps her hands in a chop chop motion. This girl knows how to flip my mood on its head. She’s the one who’s upset yet still finds a way to make me feel better.
“Hope you’re ready, baby,” I mumble to myself as I take my shirt off and chalk up my hands. I jump and grab the bar, starting with some basic pullups. Drew drags her tongue over her lips as she brazenly scans my body.
DREW:
Is that the best you got?
I laugh as her text plays in my ear. I readjust my hands until I feel my grip will hold while I hang from the bar. With my legs bent at the knees, I lift them twisting to contract my oblique muscles. Drew's foot catches but she quickly recovers.
It’s a nice little ego boost seeing her get worked up over me in the gym. Usually I’m the one drooling at her feet when she’s in here doing her lunges and leg lifts.
DREW:
You're making me wet and needy for you.
Fuck, baby. My hand slips from the bar and I have to twist my wrist to keep from falling. Her teeth rake over her bottom lip and her breathing increases as she drinks me in with hooded eyes. I drop from the bar and readjust myself. It doesn’t do me a lot of good since I’m wearing polyester gym shorts. I glare in her direction when her giggles fill the gym.
“Nash, thought I’d find you here.” I take an earbud out when Coach stops in front of me. “I wanted to catch you before your first class. Do you have a minute?”
“Sure.” I grab my water bottle off the ground, take a quick sip, and then hold it to hide my dick. Having Drew’s dad here is definitely a boner killer.
“How are you feeling? Last week’s game was a tough one.”
“I’m good. Body’s a little sore but I’ve played through worse.”
DREW:
Every step I take the seam of my leggings rubs against my clit. I wish it was your tongue.
I choke on my spit and start coughing. I take a sip of my water while glaring at Drew over her dad’s shoulder. She bites down on her lip and she closes her eyes as if she’s imagining me touching her.
I would say I regret her finding out my phone reads my texts, but I’ll never be mad about seeing that look on her face. I just wish it was in private and not in front of her dad and the entire gym.
“How are you doing mentally?” he asks.
DREW:
Has anyone ever come while running on a treadmill? When I close my eyes, I think I could. Do you want to watch me?
“Great,” I say, in a high-pitched squeal. Clearing my throat, I try again. “Great. I’m good. My mind is clear and focused.” My eyes dart to Drew.I’m definitely focused on something.
“I’m glad to hear it. We only have a few games left. As long as we stay sharp, we’ll be seeing another championship.”
DREW:
I'm so close.
“The championship is ours, Coach,” I say, through gritted teeth. Coach’s eyebrows furrow in confusion but he doesn’t say anything. Only nods and claps a hand on my shoulder before leaving toward the front door of the gym. Once he clears the door, I focus my attention back on Drew.
It’s time for a fox hunt.
“Can I help you?” she asks, when I stand beside her treadmill. “Or are you here to help me finish?” She quirks an eyebrow.
I hurdle myself onto her treadmill, straddling the running deck and crowding her back. My hard cock slides between her ass cheeks. Her hand reaches for the stop button, but I grab her wrist before she can shut it off.
