"Come on, just three more." you say encouraingly, assessing the strain on Calum's face and determining three more bench presses to be a safe amount to avoid injury. "Two, one more, and done." you say, helping him position the weight into the dumbbell holder.
He wipes away the sweat from his forehead and you have to force yourself to divert your eyes from him. Just the thought of his sweaty body creates a heat between your thighs.
"What next?" he asks, suppressing his heavy pants.
"Do you not want a break?" you question, sensing his exhaustion.
He looks at you with a slight sense of relief, "Okay, I'll just go refill my bottle."
You sit down on the bench, watching his lean figure walk to the water machine. All of a sudden you become impossibly aware that it's just you and Calum left in the gym. Not even a receptionist in the next room as, being a personal trainer for the gym, you had been left to lock up. You clench your thighs together as you imagine his hands roaming your body and you suppress a soft sigh. The thought of Calum's lips on your neck distract you until Calum clicks his fingers in front of your face.
"You zoned out." he laughed, causing a deep blush to spread across your cheeks.
"Right." you mumble to yourself, "okay, now push ups - shall we go for 3 sets of 15 reps?"
He nods, lowering himself to a push up position. Naturally, you notice his posture to be not quite right so you immediately put your hands of his hips to move them into a better position. Calum inhales sharply and you freeze, your hands still on his hips.
"Fuck it." he mutters to himself. Before you can even process what he's doing he's flipped over onto his back and has pulled you into him and has attached his lips to yours. He kisses you hungrily, deep groans emitting form his throat. As you're straddling him, you begin to grind on his crotch lightly, smirking into the kiss as you feel his already semi-hard member beneath you. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist before he places you the bench he had previously been lifting on. He pulls your tight Lycra shorts off, your thong being pulled off with them. You remove his shorts and boxers, moaning as he trails his fingers through your folds.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." he says through gritted teeth. He joins you on the bench, opening your legs wider as you run your hands over his length, undoubtedly pleased by the size.
You were about to reply with how you do have an idea on how long he's wanted to do this, but he pushes his length into you, not even giving you a second to adjust before he rolls his hips away and then back again. Breathy moans escape both of your mouths as he skilfully thrusts into you, sending you to feelings of ecstasy. The familiar knot begins to form in your abdominal as he connects his thumb with your clit, rubbing in time to his thrusts. You've got your head thrown back in pleasure, but you can practically see the arousing determination set in his features, bringing you closer to the edge.
You tighten around him as you release, bringing him over the edge also. You sigh in pleasure as you feel his load shoot into you, feeling a sense of loss when he pulls out several moments after. You grin when you see the smile spread across his face.
He looks at you sheepishly for a second, "That's my kind of work out."
