Gym Session

"Ok so here's today's workout - four rounds of: 15 cal row, 2 minute wall sit, 20 dumbbell snatches." As Jude writes on the whiteboard, I can't tear my eyes off his bulging biceps. The man is pure, delicious muscle. He's also my best friend's dad I remind myself and more than twenty years older than me. The tan line around his wedding finger reminds me that his divorce isn't final yet either and that I really ought to stop thinking about him in that way. But his crooked smirk when he's watching me workout and the way he gets extra close behind me when he's spotting me lifting, makes me wonder what he really sees when he looks at me. Am I still the toddler that used to run through the sprinklers naked in the Summer with his daughter? The little girl he used to scoop up in his strong arms when she fell over in his garden and stick a plaster on her knee? The teenager that used to fall asleep in the back of his car when he drove Lia and I home to sleep at their house after parties so that my Mum wouldn't find out I'd been drinking? Or does he see me as I am now? A strong, independent -- and single - woman in my own right. I've had this feeling of sexual energy between us for a while now, but I was never sure whether that was just me imagining it. I mean sure, I fantasise about him from time to time - perhaps more frequently than I care to admit - but I have always told myself that he would never see me like that. Even without the age difference and the fact that he's Lia's dad, he's so far out of my league! He could have any girl he wanted, so why on earth would he be interested in me?

"Chloe, are you listening to me?" I'm stirred from my thoughts by the irate tone in his voice.

"Sorry Jude, I was miles away," my cheeks burn as I smile sheepishly.

"Yea I saw that. Come on - go and get a dumbbell, and a heavy one at that. Not a little Starbucks cup please."

"You don't like coffee?" I smile sweetly up at him.

"I do like coffee, but I'd like you to get this WOD done even more! I do have other clients today you know?"

"How do you like your coffee, Jude - do you take it strong and black, or do you like it sweet and creamy?" Why can't I keep my mouth shut? My inner brat always comes out when he's around and I can't resist flirting with him. It's like my hormones take it as a personal challenge to be as cheeky as possible.

"I like it hot and steamy - with a little SPLASH of cream." He holds my gaze for a long moment before I run my tongue over my lips and reply,

"Tasty." Then I turn and strut to the dumbbell rack to prepare for the WOD, wondering whether he's watching my ass as I walk away.

Minutes later I'm huffing and puffing my way through the workout. I'm still on the first round and sweat is already dripping down my neck and wisps of hair have escaped my ponytail in all directions. I finally finish my first 15 calories on the rowing machine and stand up, moving towards the wall. I slide my back down the wall until my legs form a 90 degree angle and try to breathe. Jude walks back into the room from the office and stops dead, directly in front of me. I notice his eyes rake up and down my body until they meet mine, before he quickly turns to check the clock. "OK dumbbell snatches-let's go!"

As I finish the third 15 cal, I'm dripping with sweat and questioning my life choices. I slide my back down the wall again and my thighs start to burn immediately. After just a few seconds I can't hold it anymore and collapse forward.

"Get back on that wall!" Jude yells from across the room. I let out a long groan before repositioning myself and staring at the clock, willing the seconds to go by faster. Then a smirk spreads across my face. He was definitely checking me out just now and I'm feeling particularly feisty today.

"Oh, you want me up against the wall, do you?" I call out cheekily. He looks up and, holding his gaze, I slowly bring one hand up over my head, then the other, placing my wrists together as if they were bound. "Like this?" I notice his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, and I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. Tension seems to fizz between us, and his bright blue eyes travel down my body once more, settling on my breasts, heaving in my pink strappy sports bra. I see him take a deep breath before something seems to snap inside him and suddenly, he's striding across the room towards me with a fire in his eyes like I have never seen. When he reaches me, he pulls me up by my chin and, towering over me, he growls,

"You missy, need to stop pushing my fucking buttons!" As I try to back away from him, I remember that my back is already pressed against the wall. His face is inches from mine, and I can feel his hot breath on my skin.

"Jude?! What are you doing?!" I squeal.

"You know exactly what you do to me," he murmurs into my ear, "and if you're not careful, I'm not going be responsible for my actions."

Oh, my fucking God! My instincts were right all along! I am suddenly filled with a combination of elation and terror. What the fuck do I do now? Butterflies turn somersaults in my stomach, and I desperately try to keep it together. I take a deep breath, and, arching an eyebrow and smiling coyly up at him from beneath dark lashes, I purr,

"And what actions might those be?" He grinds his pelvis into me, letting me feel every inch of his rock hard length. I lick my lips as arousal pools between my thighs. Running his nose along by jawline, he whispers through gritted teeth into my neck, "You know every reason why we can't let this happen, Chloe." He's clinging so desperately to the last thread of control, it almost seems painful, and I'm loving it. I try to hide the tremor in my voice as I reply,

"Then why does it feel like it would be so fucking good?" He smells divine - a combination of sandalwood and pure testosterone - and I swear if he were to touch or kiss me right now, I'd probably come on the spot. Fucking pheromones! An air of bravado sweeps over him, and his eyes twinkle with mischief.

"Girl, you would not be able to walk for a week after I was done with you..." he says as a devilish smile creeps across his face.

"Mm..." I bite my bottom lip, gazing into his ocean blue eyes as my hips rock against his muscular body and his face dips towards mine. Is this it? Are we finally going to give into this insane sexual energy that has been burning between us for so long? His lips are so close to mine I can feel his hot breath on my face, the scratch of his stubble against my cheek. I can practically taste him already and I'm holding my breath. I know I should stop this, but I have been fantasising about this moment for so long and I have to find out how it ends, fuck the consequences. Time seems to stand still and neither of us moves for what feels like an eternity until,

"FUCK!" he barks, slamming his fist against the wall next to my ear and storming off into the office. I let my back slide down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor, breathless and frustrated. Hanging my head in my hands, I can't decide if I'm more disappointed or relieved that he walked away.

I work my way through the rest of the workout, putting all my frustration into it and pushing myself harder than ever. When I finish the final snatch, I drop the dumbbell and flop down onto the floor, panting for breath, still frustrated and confused from earlier. I hear Jude's voice from somewhere across the room,

"You finished?"

"Uh huh..." I groan, now lying flat on my back, and suddenly he's standing over me, his hand held out and his voice serious for once.

"You ok? Need some water? Sugar?"

"I'm ok..." I murmur as he drags me to my feet. His ice-blue eyes are filled with concern as they search my face. He steers me towards the seating area by the entrance, and we sit together on the comfy, grey sofa.

"Stay there," he commands before he speeds across the room and disappears out of sight. Moments later, he returns with a mug of water and a protein bar. "Here."

"Thank you," I mumble, taking both gratefully. I don't realise how thirsty I am until I start to guzzle the water down.

"Hey, slow down - you'll make yourself sick and I already cleaned this floor this morning!" he chuckles. I manage a weak smile as I put down the mug and try to open the bar. My sweaty hands slip on the wrapper and, seeing me struggling, Jude takes it from me and rips open the foil. Instead of giving it back to me, he holds it close to my mouth like he wants to feed it to me. My gaze drifts from the protein bar to his sapphire eyes and my tongue darts out and over my dry lips. Slowly, I open my mouth and take a bite. Jude watches intently, like a mother bird observing her chick, as I close my eyes for a brief moment to savour the crunchy peanuts and smooth caramel.

"Mm..." I breathe.

"Good huh? Those ones are my favourite." He seems to relax a little as I feel the colour return to my cheeks.

"So good," I nod. I glance at my watch and realise the time. "Gosh I better get a move on!" I try to stand up but my legs seem to have other ideas and my head spins as I rise from the sofa. I stumble and instantly Jude is there, catching me in his huge arms, our noses practically touching.

"Whoa! - you alright?"

"I'm OK." Ours eyes meet and that electric energy buzzes between us again, freezing us in place. Neither of us moves for what seems like an age. Eventually he relaxes a little and slowly lifts his hand to my face and strokes gently down my cheek and along my jaw, his thumb softly grazing my lips. I can't resist kissing it and the air seems to fizz between us as I do. His hand rests on my face, and he gently tips my chin up and lowers his head towards me, his gaze dropping to my lips. I feel his breath on my skin, hot and heavy as he hesitates for a long moment. I drag in a ragged breath, and he closes the gap between us. The initial contact is feather-light, our mouths tentatively brushing over each other before pulling away again. We exchange a silent look, each of us making sure the other is OK before he kisses me again, more intensely this time, running his tongue along the seam of my mouth until I let him in, tasting him, exploring him. Another pause, another silent conversation - yes this is happening and we both want it.

We sit back down on the sofa and as he pulls me close to kiss me again, I slide onto his lap. I feel his body's response to me, and I can't help but grind my hips against him. He presses his rock-hard cock into me in just the right spot to send my pulse racing. I can't stop a whimper escaping my lips and he growls into my mouth in response before pulling away, breathless and flushed. He seems to search my face and there is a fire in his eyes that I have never seen before. That fire ignites something in me, and I get up and kneel before him, slowly running my hands along his muscular thighs. I can't quite believe what I'm doing, and I couldn't stop myself if I tried as I tug at his waistband. I glance up at him, asking my question with just one raised eyebrow and he replies with the tiniest of nods. There are no coherent thoughts in my brain whatsoever right now, only physical sensations and the overwhelming desire to cling to this moment and let it carry me into oblivion. He allows me to undress him, and I take a moment to appreciate the view: the smooth contours of his chest, the ripples of his abs and that delicious v-line inviting me to continue south. I allow my fingers to lazily roam over his taught muscles, working their way slowly down and finally arriving at their destination. He is huge in my small hands as I start to stroke and tease, my fingers gliding over every rock-hard inch. A deep groan resonates in Jude's throat, and he lies back, closing his eyes in surrender. I continue to run one hand along his shaft in long strokes, sliding the other down to his balls and rolling them in my palm. A bead of precum glistens on the smooth head of his cock and I am taken over with an immense wave of desire. I look up at his handsome face and he opens his eyes, shooting me a wide smile. My gaze flicks down to his swollen cock, and back up to meet his as I give him a wicked smirk, licking my lips. He responds with a challenging stare, like he's daring me to take it up a notch. Without breaking eye contact, I lower my face towards where my hands are stroking him. I open my mouth wide, my tongue jutting out, and take my first taste of him; all while watching for his reaction. Heat pools between my legs as I lick and suck, matching my rhythm to my hands. As I close my eyes to truly savour the moment, I hear Jude's breathing getting heavier and his moans getting louder. I take his length deep into my mouth, as far as I can go and I hear him hum with pleasure.

"Fuck Chloe, you look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth like that. You do that so well." I keep going, sucking him in right down to the base and then pulling back and swirling my tongue around the head and underneath where I know it's extra sensitive. I take care to make sure he is covered in my saliva, keeping everything slick. I've never really thought about if I "liked" a guy's cock or not before but with Jude I realise they are definitely not all made equal - he feels smooth against my tongue and he tastes incredible - especially when his salty precum leaks onto my tongue as he's getting close. He twists his fingers through my hair and whispers shakily,

"Hey - I think it's your turn now. If you keep doing what you're doing, it's all going to be over too soon." I stop and smile up at his handsome face.

"If you're sure".

He takes my hand and brings me onto the sofa next to him. Stroking my hair out of my face he leans in and kisses me again. His hands roam over my shoulders, my back, my arms; eventually finding my breasts. His fingers slip under the fabric of my sports bra, and I gasp as he gently teases, my nipple hardening between his thumb and forefinger. He lowers his head and buries his face in my cleavage, licking, nipping, biting. I reach my hands behind my back and open the clasp, a little puddle of pink fabric lands on the floor and his eyes drink me in.

"See something you like?" I can't hide my delight as he seems suddenly unable to speak. His eyes drink in my exposed breasts.

"I'll say. Fucking delicious."

"Bon appétit!" I grin. With a wide smile, he runs his tongue over his lips and lowers his head again. He takes one pebbled nipple into his mouth while his fingers deftly work the other, and my pulse shifts up a gear. Jude gently eases me backwards on the sofa and slides my shorts down my legs. He trails delicate kisses down my body, descending past my belly button, inching lower and lower as I arch my back in response. His tongue traces the curve of my hip and slowly finds its way to my inner thigh while my body writhes in pleasure, desire dripping from my core as his lips hover tantalisingly close to where I so desperately want them. Eventually he moves back up, kissing my lips again before his fingers find their way to my aching centre. His exquisite touch has me moaning, my hips grinding against his hand and my panties damp. He pushes the black, silky fabric aside and strokes my smooth pussy, humming with delight as his fingers work in tantalising circles. Finally, he removes my thong, pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply before discarding it. Jude's eyes rove hungrily over my naked body. Every inch of my bare skin is on fire, his for the taking, and now it seems there's no holding him back. The next moment his hot, hungry mouth is devouring my pussy, tasting, licking, sucking, teasing while my fingers wind through his hair, my legs wrapping around his neck.

"You taste fucking amazing, Chloe," he growls, his deep voice vibrating against me and driving me wild. His tongue works expertly, alternating between long strokes starting at my ass and travelling all the way along my centre, and circling my clit, making it so sensitive it is almost unbearable. Almost. Each time I think I'm getting close to the edge he switches it up, keep my pleasure completely under his control. I'm reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess, dripping with sweat, completely at his mercy, and loving every second of it. Just as I begin to think I can't take much more, he slowly pushes two fingers inside and curls them upwards, finding that oh-so-sweet spot which has me crying out,

"Jude! fuck!" My walls contract tightly around his fingers, building rapidly towards to climax once again. Is he finally going to give me the release I am so desperately craving? I'm soaking wet and my legs are shaking and I practically scream, "Yes! Right there! Don't stop!"

"That's my good girl," Jude moans into my core, "such a sweet, juicy pussy. Come for me baby, I want to make you squirt all over my face." My body responds instantly to his command and my orgasm crashes over me. My head drops back, my whole body shudders and I swear I see stars, as wave after wave of intense pleasure course through my entire body; hot liquid release gushing out of me and all over the sofa cushions. He seems to hold me there for an eternity, wringing out every last drop of ecstasy from me until the final tremors slowly ebb away.

After barely a moment to catch my breath, he flips me over so that I'm kneeling and stands behind me. He runs his huge hands down my back, grabbing my hips and grinding into me, letting me feel every inch of his rock-hard length. He pulls me into his muscular chest,

"You feel that?" He murmurs as his mouth dances up and down my neck.

"Mm hm..." I can barely speak and heat is building in my core again already.

"Is that what you want?" His voice is like dark, liquid chocolate, melting me from the inside and he continues rubbing his cock up against my ass, pressing so hard into me that I'm certain he's going to leave a bruise.

"Uh huh..." I press my hips back into him, aching to feel him inside me, despite the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me,

"How bad do you want it?"

"So bad..." I whine. You have no idea. In this exact moment I genuinely think I might die if he doesn't hurry up and fuck me. At this rate I'll probably come again instantly.

"Yea?"

"Yea..." He bends me forward and positions his crown at my entrance, his mouth still against my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

"Like this?" I drag in a shaky breath, and he sinks into me, slowly and deliberately, right to the hilt, and he feels incredible.

"Oh god!" my entire body is on fire instantly, every inch of his thick shaft igniting me from the inside as he pulls out again tantalisingly slowly. He's loving tormenting me, but I can tell he's struggling to hold back. With a grunt, he thrusts deep into me again,

"Good girl. I love how wet your pussy is for me, you feel so fucking good."

"So do you..." I can just about manage to breathe out the words. A low growl escapes his throat, and he runs his tongue along my spine. He draws back slowly once more before picking up the pace, boring deep into me, again and again, my moans getting louder with each thrust. He instinctively finds the perfect rhythm and his hand slides between my thighs, his fingers expertly stroking and teasing my swollen clit. I can feel my climax building already and I cry out with every thrust. He responds by pounding me faster, harder, desperately chasing his own release, and, calling his name I fall apart for him once more. After a couple more frantic thrusts, he finds his own orgasm and I feel his hips still as he fills me with his release, his deep moans echoing around the room.

When we are both spent, we collapse on top of each other on the sofa, a tangle of limbs, breathless and glistening with sweat. The cushions are soaked and the musky smell of sex is heavy in the air. For a long time, we say nothing, basking in the moment, committing it to memory because, let's be honest, it will never happen again. It should never have happened in the first place and yet here we are. But it's done now, the itch is scratched -- right? I'm suddenly worried about the next time I come in for a training session with Jude. Will things be weird between us? Will he still speak to me? What about Lia? -- I've just had sex with her dad -- and quite possibly the best sex I have had in my entire life. She's my best friend and now I have this massive secret to keep from her. My mind starts to spiral with worry until Jude's strong arm curls around me and he plants a kiss on the top of my head.