Novelty

fifty-eight

"You're doing this on purpose," Irene's voice tickled his ears. She was roaming around the small gym room, going everywhere except close to him.

The gym room was small enough to hold capacity only for seven people. Jackson's been going to this establishment ever since he started working out, and being the social butterfly that he is, he's also friends with the owner of the gym.

And let's just say that he called in a favor, Jackson booked the whole gym only for himself and Irene.

He laughed, putting down the weights he's been working with for awhile. "Ano? What am I doing on purpose, Miss Ai?"

His eyes followed her through the mirror, as she walks towards him.

When she was standing directly at his back, he turned to face her. They looked at each other's eyes, until Jackson couldn't take it.

He spun them around, pushing Irene against the mirror, her back arching as she feels the cold surface.

His hands were placed on her waist, gripping them as he tries to fight his arousal, but it's hard knowing that Irene will provoke him.

Irene smirked as she wraps a leg around his waist, pulling him closer to her. They both released a moan as she felt his bulge pressed against her.

She brought down her leg, pushing Jackson away from her but he was faster.

He kissed her hard against the mirror wall, his hands wandered around her body as he started to grope her breasts and cup her womanhood.

Irene swatted his hands away from her. "What the fuck are you doing, Jack? Baka may biglang pumasok dito tapos makita tayo." 

"Kaibigan ko may-ari nitong gym, Ai. Let's just say that I pulled some strings. Nakalock narin yung gym kaya huwag kang mag-alala." Jackson said.

What Jackson said shouldn't excite her, but that's what she's feeling right now.

He looked at her and spun her around, both of them facing the mirror. His lips were close to her ear, she could feel his soft, hot breaths against her skin.

She closed her eyes, feeling Jackson behind her. "Irene," she heard him call her.

"Would you like to watch yourself get fucked from behind?"

She gasped from what she heard, he stuck his tongue out and dragged it from her neck up to her jaw, catching her earlobe right between his teeth, gently nibbling onto it.

She opened her eyes as she felt his hand going south. She watched his hand disappear into her sweat pants, his fingers brush aside her panties and cup her womanhood.

"Jack," she gasped.

A series of moan slipped out of her mouth as Jackson's fingers played with her, slipping in a finger then followed by two.

His fingers were the best.

Jackson's fingers were coated with her juices in a matter of seconds, he had Irene squirming under his touch as she comes for him.

She felt him remove her fingers out of her, she spun around facing Jackson's bare chest and she remembered her shirt that she was still wearing. She removed her top, only to be faced with Jackson sucking his fingers with were once coated by her.