Chapter 8 Hot Sex In The Gym- One

Chapter 08 Diary 3- Hot Sex In The Gym Olivia adjusted her leggings nervously, glancing around the bustling gym with a mix of apprehension and determination. It had been years since she'd stepped foot into a fitness center, and this time, she wasn’t here for a fleeting attempt at a New Year’s resolution. She was here to commit—to herself and her health. But the sheer amount of machinery, weights, and overly enthusiastic fitness enthusiasts was daunting. "Olivia James?" She turned at the sound of her name and was met with a smile that almost knocked the wind out of her. Ryan was tall, muscular, and impossibly good-looking, with short brown hair and a charming smirk that seemed permanently etched on his face. His tank top clung to his broad shoulders, revealing toned arms adorned with faint tattoos. "Yes, that’s me," Olivia managed, her voice steadier than she felt. "Ryan," he introduced, holding out a hand. "Your trainer. Ready to get started?" As his calloused hand enveloped hers, a current of awareness passed between them. His smile deepened, but he didn’t comment on the slight hitch in her breath. Instead, he gestured toward the weight section. "We’ll start with some light warm-ups. Follow me." Olivia tried to focus on his instructions as they began, but it was difficult. Ryan's deep voice was commanding yet teasing, and his presence was overwhelming. He adjusted her form often, his large hands skimming her shoulders or brushing against her lower back. "Keep your spine straight," Ryan murmured, stepping behind her as she attempted a squat. His hands hovered close to her waist, guiding her hips into alignment. "Perfect. Just like that." His body was so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. Olivia’s breath quickened, and she prayed he wouldn’t notice. "Good form," he said, stepping back with a satisfied nod. But as his gaze lingered on her just a fraction longer than necessary, Olivia wondered if she was imagining the tension crackling between them. After forty-five minutes of grueling yet oddly exhilarating exercises, Olivia felt like she might collapse. Ryan, however, looked like he could go another two hours without breaking a sweat. "You did great for your first session," he said as they headed toward the lockers. "Thanks," she replied, wiping her forehead with a towel. "But I think you might be trying to kill me." Ryan laughed, the sound rich and easy. "Not at all. Just pushing you to your limits." As they reached the locker room area, Ryan leaned casually against the doorframe. "Seriously, though. You did good today. Most people would’ve tapped out halfway." Olivia smiled, the compliment warming her more than it should have. She hesitated, unsure if she should say goodbye or if there was more to this encounter. But Ryan didn’t move, his eyes holding hers in a way that made her pulse race. "Ryan," she began, her voice softer than intended, "thanks for being patient with me. I know I’m not exactly in the best shape—" "Stop," he interrupted, stepping closer. His voice dropped an octave, his gaze intense. "You’re stronger than you think, Olivia. And for the record..." His eyes flicked down her body before returning to hers. "You’re in great shape." The air between them thickened, the gym’s distant noises fading into the background. Ryan’s hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering just a moment too long. "Ryan," she whispered, her breath catching as he leaned in, his lips hovering near hers. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. But Olivia didn’t say a word. Instead, she closed the distance, her lips crashing against his in a kiss that was anything but tentative. Ryan groaned, pulling her against him, and she let herself get lost in the taste of his mouth, the feel of his body pressed hard against hers. Their hands were everywhere, exploring and tugging at each other’s clothes as they stumbled through the locker room. They broke apart just long enough to push open the door of a shower stall, their kisses messy and frantic. The room was small, but neither of them seemed to care. Ryan kicked the door shut behind them, lifting her against the tile wall. Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping when he pulled down the front of her sports bra. She arched into his touch, his fingers deft and knowing as they teased her nipples into stiff peaks. "Fuck," he muttered, dropping his head to take a hard, puckered nipple into his mouth. Olivia’s cry was lost in the hiss of the shower turning on, the spray drenching them. But she barely noticed; her entire world had narrowed to Ryan’s mouth and the hard length straining against her. He licked up her throat, nipping at her chin before claiming her mouth once more. Olivia was sure she was going to come from this kiss alone, her clit throbbing against his abs. Ryan broke the kiss again, his chest heaving. He reached between them, dragging down her leggings and panties until she was fully exposed. Olivia watched, her breath ragged, as he pushed down his own shorts, the hard length of his cock springing free. He captured her mouth in another long, hot kiss as he reached between them again. Olivia felt him fist his shaft, the tip pressing against her wetness as he slowly entered her. She gasped at the sudden invasion, his cock stretching her as he thrust deep. The tile wall dug into her shoulder blades, but she didn’t care; nothing mattered except the way Ryan’s cock filled her, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body. He stilled for a moment before moving in a slow, delicious rhythm that had Olivia’s eyes rolling back in her head. The shower spray pounded down on them, plastering their hair to their heads and making their skin slippery with wetness. "god, you feel good," Ryan groaned against her neck. He thrust harder, faster, sending shockwaves of sensation through Olivia. She clenched around him, desperate for release. "Ryan...I’m...oh..." Her words trailed off into a moan as he hit just the right spot inside her. Olivia gasped as an orgasm slammed through her, making her entire body shudder and clench tight around him. Ryan groaned again, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own release. Olivia kissed him desperately, her legs tightening around him as she felt another climax building. Ryan’s cry of pleasure was muffled against her neck as he came, pumping himself inside her until she felt warmth filling her. They both collapsed against the tile wall, the only sound their harsh breathing and the steady beat of the shower. Ryan withdrew from her with a gentle curse before turning off the water. They stood there for a moment longer, swaying against each other under the mist of the cooling water. Then Ryan stepped away, reaching for a towel. "Come on," he said, his voice low and rough. "Let’s get dressed before things get weird." Olivia blinked, the reality of their situation beginning to sink in. But even as she nodded, gathering her clothes and redressing under the safety of her towel, she couldn’t help the flutter of excitement in her belly. She’d never done anything so impulsive, so reckless, in her life. And she couldn’t wait to do it again. When she looked up at Ryan, she could’ve sworn he felt the same. The question was, would she ever get the chance? * * * * * * * Olivia paused mid-stretch, looking up when a shadow fell across the mat in front of her. "You ready?" Her heart skipped a beat as Ryan stepped over her outstretched legs, his shadowy eyes twinkling with mischief. It had only been a week since they’d had sex in the shower, but it had been enough time for Olivia to wonder if she’d imagined the whole thing. She nodded, her pulse already starting to race with excitement. "Yeah." "Great. Today we’re focusing on leg day. And let me tell you..." Ryan’s smile was pure sin. "You have one hell of an ass." Olivia flushed, dropping her gaze to the floor. But as Ryan’s large hand grasped her ankle, guiding her into a deep lunge, she knew she was in for another round of breaking a sweat. And if their workout ended where it had last time, she’d be perfectly fine with that. After all... **** It was just five minutes after their work out had ended, Ryan led her to the bathroom where he undressed her immediately . "I've been thinking about your pussy since our last session," he told her. "Oh yeah? What have you thought about my pussy?" "I've thought about how tight it is. How warm and wet." "Show me how much you want to be inside my pussy," she commanded, and he obeyed. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, his tongue working its way in and out of her mouth while his hands moved up and down her sides. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, she reached down to stroke his cock. Her hand found him hard and ready for her. She began stroking him more firmly, tugging at his balls as he sucked and bit at her bottom lip. Ryan's hips began thrusting against her, his hard dick working in and out of the circle of her fingers as she fisted him. They kissed deeper, faster, their bodies becoming hotter and hotter together. Their kissing became more insistent as they both got closer and closer. When Ryan was almost ready to burst, he dropped to his knees and spread her legs wide open. His tongue found her clit right away, flicking back and forth quickly and making Olivia cry out loud.