The morning sun painted the bedroom in soft golden light. Ryan woke up with a deep, satisfied stretch, his body still buzzing from the intense night before. He glanced over at Ava, who was curled against him, her long black hair with the signature side braid spilling across the pillow. She looked peaceful, lips slightly parted, one bare leg draped over his. He smiled, feeling a quiet pride. Yesterday he had taken his revenge on Ethan, fucked Emily senseless, and then come home to ravage his wife for over an hour. Everything felt right.
He slipped out of bed, showered quickly, and headed downstairs. Ava joined him a few minutes later, wearing nothing but one of his oversized white shirts. They had breakfast together at the kitchen island — coffee, toast, eggs. Ryan couldn't keep his hands off her. He pulled her onto his lap, kissed her deeply, and slid his hand under the shirt to cup her bare ass.
"Quick one before work?" he murmured against her lips.
Ava grinned, already wet. "Always."
He bent her over the counter, yanked the shirt up, and slid into her from behind in one smooth thrust. Ava moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the counter as he fucked her hard and fast. It was quick, raw, and passionate — Ryan pounding into her while she pushed back, both of them chasing release. He came deep inside her with a groan, Ava following right after, clenching around him. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, before he kissed the back of her neck.
"Love you, baby," he said, pulling out and zipping up.
"Love you too," Ava replied, smiling as she felt his cum trickle down her thigh.
Ryan left for work with a spring in his step, whistling as he drove away.
The second the door closed behind him, Ava's smile faded. She walked straight to the living room couch, dropped onto it, and spread her legs wide. Her hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her still-wet pussy. She started rubbing her clit slowly, eyes half-closed.
*Who should I fuck today?*
The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Marcus? She could text him right now and be riding his thick cock in ten minutes. Ethan? The idea of sneaking over while Ryan was at work made her throb. Derek or Tyler? She could order something random just to get one of the delivery guys to show up and bend her over the kitchen table. Or Vicky… it had been too long since the gym.
She leaned back against the wall, legs spread obscenely, and pushed two fingers deep inside herself. Her other hand pinched her nipple through the shirt.
*God, I need it. I need that rush again.*
She fingered herself faster, imagining Marcus pinning her against the wall like he had at the pool party, Derek and Tyler taking turns recording her while they fucked her senseless in the back of the delivery van, Vicky stretching her in the empty gym locker room. Her moans grew louder, fingers pumping aggressively until she came hard, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers.
She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath, cum and her own juices dripping onto the couch.
*Gym it is. Vicky's been gone too long.*
Ava showered quickly, then dressed in her tightest gym clothes — a black sports bra that barely contained her heavy breasts and matching high-waisted leggings that hugged every curve. She skipped the panties completely. The seam of the leggings pressed right against her bare, still-sensitive pussy. She checked herself in the mirror, smiled at how slutty she looked, and drove to the gym.
She scanned the floor the moment she walked in. No sign of Vicky. She asked at the reception desk.
"Oh, Vicky's on leave today," the girl said casually.
Ava cursed under her breath. *Should have texted him first.* But she was already here, already horny, already dressed like this. She decided to work out anyway and wait a bit.
She started with stretching in the open area near the weights. Every movement made the seam of her leggings rub against her bare clit. Men stared. A lot of them. She could feel their eyes on her ass, on her tits, on the way her body moved. She loved it. The attention made her pussy throb again.
She was in the middle of a deep stretch when a tall, handsome guy approached. He looked around 6'1, lean-muscular, with cute boyish features, short dark hair, and an innocent, friendly smile.
"Hi, I'm Liam," he said, a little nervous but polite. "You look like you're new here… or at least I haven't seen you before. I'm kinda new too. Would you mind if we worked out together? Spot each other?"
Ava looked him up and down. He was cute. Really cute. And the innocent vibe made her instantly wetter.
"Sure," she said with a bright smile. "I'm Ava. I was planning to hit the machines today. Mind helping me?"
"Absolutely," Liam grinned. "Let's start with bench press. I'll spot you."
They moved to the bench. Ava lay down, the tight sports bra pushing her breasts up. Liam adjusted the weight, then stood behind her head, hands hovering just above the bar — right over her chest. As she lowered the bar, his fingers accidentally brushed the tops of her breasts. He froze for a second. Ava didn't flinch. She just smiled up at him.
He noticed. On the next rep, his hands pressed down a little more deliberately, palms grazing her nipples through the thin fabric.
One… two… three… four…
Liam was rock-hard in his shorts. Ava could see the bulge clearly. It made her leak into her leggings.
She finished the set, breathing hard, nipples visibly hard against her sports bra.
"Nice form," Liam said, voice a little strained. "Want to do squats next? I'll spot you."
Ava agreed immediately.
They moved to the squat rack. Ava positioned herself under the bar, back arched, ass pushed out. Liam stood close behind her. As she lowered into the first squat, his hard cock pressed firmly against her ass through his shorts. She felt it — thick, throbbing, grinding right against her.
One… two…
On every descent, his erection dragged along the seam of her leggings, right over her bare pussy lips.
Three… four… five…
Ava started moaning softly, not even trying to hide it. The friction was driving her crazy.
Six… seven… eight…
Liam was breathing hard, hips twitching.
Nine… ten…
On the final rep, Liam groaned quietly. His cock pulsed hard against her ass as he came in his shorts, a wet spot forming instantly. Ava felt it — the sudden heat, the twitching. It made her own pussy clench.
She re-racked the bar, turned around, and gave him a sweet smile. "I think that's enough for today. Thank you so much for your time, Liam."
"You're welcome," he mumbled, face red, clearly embarrassed about cumming in his pants.
Ava rushed straight to the women's locker room, locked herself in a shower stall, yanked her leggings down, and fingered herself furiously. She came twice in under five minutes — fast, desperate orgasms while replaying the feeling of Liam's cock grinding against her.
When she stepped out, freshly showered and glowing, Liam was waiting near the exit, shifting nervously.
"Hey… I was waiting for you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just wanted to say… can I get your number? So we can plan our next workout together?"
Ava smiled, heart racing with excitement. "Sure." She gave him her number quickly.
Liam hesitated, then blurted out, "And… maybe would you like to go on a date with me sometime? Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that so soon—"
Ava laughed softly, the sound low and thrilled. His innocence was adorable… and incredibly hot.
"Sure," she said, biting her lip. "I'll think about it."
She walked out of the gym with a sway in her hips, already planning how she would text Liam later.
Liam stood there, grinning like he had just won the lottery. *I can't believe she actually said she'll think about it… I'm so lucky.*
Ava got into her car, started the engine, and smiled to herself.
*Ryan thinks he can keep me all to himself now…*
She already knew she would be texting Liam soon.
The hunger was back, stronger than ever.
**To be continued…**
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