Page 20 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“You took your time walking over.” He reaches for me, grabs me by the collar of my jacket and drags me inside. It’s satisfying, how strong he is, as if he could meet me punch for punch, hit for hit. A reminder that he’s not an omega, not someone who actually needs me.

“Miss my dick?” I pretend to inquire politely, disinterestedly, as we tumble into the apartment and he kicks the door shut.

“Fuck, yeah,” he says and then we’re kissing, savage and raw. I walk him backward until he hits the wall of the hallway, then he shoves me off him and back until we burst into his room. His bed is made, I faintly notice when he throws me back on it and climbs over me, straddling me.

Such a good beta boy.

He doesn’t say much, his handsome face drawn in focused lines. We have a kind of routine, and he’s frowning down at my belt, already unbuckling it, reaching for the buttons of my jeans.

“Grey,” I start, not sure what I want to say. It’s building inside my head, in the back of my throat, the need to say… something. Something else. Something more.

But he’s quick, his dexterous fingers flying as he finishes with the buttons and drags the denim down my hips. I’ve gone commando, as I like to do, and he leans back, dark eyes glittering as he takes in my state of arousal.

It’s extreme, even for me, the Jacob’s Ladder on the underside of my dick pulled taut, the head dark and wet with precum that has run down and coated my entire length.

Musk fills the air. My musk.

Grey’s brows go up. He actually licks his lips and groans, reaching between his legs to adjust his own hard-on. “Look at that,” he breathes. “Is it for me?”

It is and it isn’t. He turns me on, definitely. But the pent-up lust of this past week has been off the charts. I nod, though. Half a lie is better than the truth, I guess.

He hesitates. Maybe he can read my pause better than I want to imagine. Then his grin returns. “Let’s not waste such a good erection.”

He’s funny. As if I’m not hard every time I see him, and now…Fuck…

He’s pulling off his T-shirt and I take a moment to appreciate the show, to linger on that sculpted chest. The guy is doing weights as well as martial arts and it shows.

Then he climbs off me, leaving me there hard and aching, to push down his jeans and very sensible white briefs—damn, those small beta touches make my dick leak—and then he’s naked, fucking finally, his dick swinging up to slap against his stomach.

I grip my dick, shifting on the bed, gritting my teeth and struggling not to come at the sight.

Fuck, he’s hot.

I’m surrounded by hot people. Not fair, when you’re doing your best to keep from fucking them.

This one, though… I can have this one. For now.

Stroking himself, a flush on his cheeks, he climbs back onto the bed, back on top of me. He doesn’t lean in for another kiss—not that you’d call what we did earlier kissing, but more like a mouth battle. He only gazes down at me, his muscular thighs heavy on top of mine. I try to catch his gaze but he bows his head, biting his lower lip.

Fuck.

Then he releases his cock and grabs mine to guide it between his legs, between his ass cheeks, and my head drops back, another groan leaving my lips as it pushes into his dark heat.

Already prepped. Already lubed.

And for some reason I’m annoyed. I’d have rather talked first, maybe changed the routine, maybe…

What, Ron? Cuddled with him? Are you nuts? Wasn’t the purpose of this whole arrangement to avoid any emotional attachment?

And then he sinks down all the way, taking my dick in, piercings and all, like a champ. He’s been like that from the start. Determined. Adventurous. Chasing his pleasure. I like that about him, I like…

Fuck me…This is good. So good I forget what I was thinking, totally lose my train of thought until it crashes, gets derailed and everything explodes into white pleasure.

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GIGI

The girls are all for a night out, as it turns out. All except for Sophie who is out of town, flying to some exotic destination with monkeys and bananas, and Ruby who’s been kind of a no-show lately in our outings for coffee or even to go jogging with me.

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