“So, what do you think?” I return my focus back to the girl, she introduced herself at the start, but I can’t remember her name. She’s irrelevant. Although, judging by the smile she’s giving me, she doesn’tseem to think so. I think I probably should have been listening to her a bit better as I’ve definitely missed something here.
“Sorry, I was too busy looking around. I missed the last part of what you said.”More like all of it.
“Oh, well,” she fumbles her words, and I know I’m not going to like what comes out of her mouth.Please don’t make a move on me. “Seeing as you’re new to town. I thought we could go for a drink and I could show you around.” Her hand reaches out and her pointer finger runs down my arm. I should be turned on, objectively she’s an attractive girl, and before Peyton, I would have absolutely taken her up on a night of fun. But, I have met Peyton, and this girls touch has the opposite effect of what she’s going for. Using my other hand, I remove her touch from my body, a touch I never asked for.
“That’s kind of you to offer, but my girlfriend probably wouldn’t be best pleased with me.” I have given this girl no signs that I’m interested, but her face still sours at my rejection.
“Well, in that case I’ll get the paperwork for you to sign, and you can start your membership today if you want?” She’s all business again, something she should have been from the beginning.
“I’d appreciate that, thank you.”
Peyton’s moved to the weights when I return to the main gym floor. I’m now a full member of a gym forty minutes from my home, and I’m completely riveted by the reason for it. She works hard for her figure; she’s not someone who comes in, does a few poses, snaps a couple pictures and calls it a workout. She’s sweating, and her killer body shows the hours she puts in. She’ll need that fitness to handle me, I’m demanding in the bedroom, and I feel that’s only going to be more so with her. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her, I’mgoing to fucking wreck her. There’s no way whatever this is doesn’t end with her in my bed, under me, taking everything I give her.
She must feel my gaze on her as her eyes meet mine in the mirrors and narrow. I can’t help but smirk; it appears my little liar isn’t pleased to see me. I wink at her before heading to the treadmill.
Half an hour later, with sweat dripping from me, I step off the machine. Peyton has moved to the mats off to the side and is stretching her body out. I adjust myself in my shorts, her flexibility causing my cock to harden inconveniently. Her gaze follows me as I make my way to the weights. I whip my shirt off and use it to mop at the sweat dripping down me. I can see her reflection in the mirrors that line the walls; she’s watching my every move, her tongue peaks out to lick at her lip, her stretches forgotten. Do I make a performance out of my workout? Yeah, I do, but can you really blame a guy for trying? I’m just glad my forty-two-year-old self is in good shape. My morning workouts in my home gym have paid off, never more so than with the sixteen-year age gap between myself and the woman I want.
Finishing up, I place my weights back on the rack and make my way over to the mats where she is thankfully still sitting, although she’s no longer looking my way, having resumed her exercises shortly after I started.
“We meet again,” I say as I take the mat next to her.
“Unfortunately,” she mutters, denying me any eye contact.
“How was your night?” I goad, my eyebrows raising in suggestion. She merely raises her eyebrows back at me, refusing to engage in conversation; it’s not going to stop me though. “I’ll take that to mean you didn’t get fucked, then.” She guffaws from beside me.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but, yes, actually I did get fucked. Thoroughly. All night long.” If I didn’t know better, my bloodwould be boiling right now. Who am I kidding? The guy would have been dead last night. And as tempted as I am to take her over my knee for lying to me and continuing to provoke me, I don’t. Instead, I edge closer to her, my voice a dark whisper.
“Oh, sweetheart, you wouldn’t have been able to do a gym session if you’d been fucked properly. In fact, you’d still be in bed with my cock buried deep inside you. One night wouldn’t have been enough to get my fill of you.” Her quick inhale has my eyes flying to hers, her pupils are blown, her cheeks flushed, and not just from the workout. She might try to deny it, and I’m sure she’s going to fight me at every turn, but she wants me too.
“I need to go. I’m done here.” She rises from the mats, and I follow.
“I’ll walk you out. I’m finished now, too.”
“That’s really not necessary.” She’s walking quickly, trying to get away from me. She doesn’t have a hope in hell, though. Not only will I follow this woman wherever she goes, but she’s also tiny, my long legs covering the ground at double her speed.
“I insist.”
“For fucks sake,” I hear her mutter under her breath, and I can’t help the grin that splits my face. She’ll soon learn I’m a stubborn fucker.
When we reach her car, she quickly unlocks the door and goes to open it but I place my hand on it keeping it closed and caging her in.
“Let me take you out tonight.” She turns her body towards mine; there’s only a few inches between us.
“No,” she says, her head is tilted up to meet my gaze.
“Why not?” I’m not leaving this parking lot without something from her.
“I don’t need a reason. But for starters, I don’t like you.” I shake my head at her.
“Try again, sweetheart.”
“You’re an asshole,” she grumbles.
“That I am, but for you I can make an exception.” Her pulse is racing, I can see it beating at the base of her throat, it’s hypnotizing.
“I’m not interested,” she breathes. I cock my head, taking in her flushed skin, her uneven breaths and her dilated pupils.
“Tell me, sweetheart. If I slide my hand inside your panties now, would your cunt give away your lies?”
