"You don't think you turn me on?" He laughs. "You have no fucking clue, woman."
He steps out of his shorts and kicks them away. What's left is a massive cock, hard and pointed right at me.
"Oh my God, McQueen." I literally have to catch my breath.
"You like that?" he asks, taking my hand and placing it on his solid shaft.
"Oh. I like that," I say, nodding, sounding like an idiot, but also just stunned. I assumed a man like him would have a big cock ... but I don't think he understands it's literally the only cock I've seen in my life.
And it's just making me so horny. It's so long and hard-and thick, too. As my thumb and forefinger try to circle it, I quickly realize it's much larger than that. Which leads me to wonder ... how will this fit inside me?
"Now let's get you out of those shorts, JoJo. I need to see what I have to work with. Need to see how ready your pussy is for me."
I bite my lip, trying not to be a complete cliché, but just hoping he'll like what he sees. I don't want him to know I'm a virgin, because I'm scared it would make him hesitate, not wanting to be that guy.
I take off my shorts and panties. They stick to my thighs because we're completely wet, and when I try to kick them off I lose my balance and lean into him. He catches me, and suddenly our skin connects, my body is pressed against him, and his cock strains against me. His chest is solid and my breasts are aching to be touched, sucked. Felt.
I give in, then. To him. To this moment. My first time with a man. With anyone.
His hands run across my back, and my whole body is full of sensation. The steam evaporating against my slick skin, the rush of lust coursing through my veins. His lips kissing my shoulders, my collar bone, easing lower to my breasts.
My head falls back as his hands find their way to my breasts. He rolls his thumbs over my nipples; I let out a soft groan, my core ignited. His hands haven't even run over the length of me.
Oh, God, how I want them to.
"You like that?" he asks, his voice soft, but sure. He knows how smooth he is, and I'm so glad I'm with a master charmer, because I don't need any more asshole men in my life. Right now I need a man who knows what a woman wants.
"I do," I pant, not able to say anything more.
"Good." McQueen smiles, and for a moment I don't feel less-than because I'm a woman-like a commodity, a tradable thing. I don't feel like I have to fight, like I have to prove something. Right here, in McQueen's arms, I just feel beautiful.
And I can't remember ever feeling that way before.
His hand slides down to my entrance, and I ease my body slightly, giving him access to that prized place, the place no man has ever gone before. His fingers touch my folds and every hair on my body stands on end. It's electrifying, him touching me ... him so close to what I've kept locked away for so long.
"Oh, baby, you're so tight."
"I know. It's okay."
He nods and turns off the water. "The water will make it harder for me to get in. Let me get you dried off and on your back, then I'll get your pussy nice and ready for my cock. I don't want to hurt you."
"But I don't want you to stop."
"I won't baby," McQueen laughs. "Fuck, I can't stop this show now, you know that." He looks down at his hardness, and I swallow, realizing what he means.
"There's a couch, around the corner," I tell him.
"Shit, you got a couch in the locker room? What's Kit running here? A hotel?"
I smile, knowing that couch has proven useful when I've needed to nap and didn't want to go home right after a workout. But I can see how it might have other uses, too.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" he asks, grabbing a towel from the cart outside the shower and wrapping it around his waist, then handing me one.
"You have a condom, right?"
I see his eyebrows rise in surprise.
Crap.
Chapter Four
McQueen
"You're cute, you know that?" I ask her. Do I have condom? Does she know who I am? Maybe not. "JoJo, I got us covered."
"Okay." JoJo nods, relief flooding her face. Oh, this girl is more than ready to get dirty with me. "It's just, I'm not on the pill."
"It's okay, here, let's dry you off." I take a towel and run it over her shoulders, drying her off quickly. Her creamy skin is warm from the hot shower. Her long red hair hangs down her back, water dripping off the tips to make a puddle of water at her feet.
JoJo's body would make other women crumble, and she isn't like most women who know how attractive they are. JoJo is almost ... innocent. But I don't know how that's fucking possible. She gives off this sense of strength, like no one can mess with her. Like there's no reason to even try. If she doesn't want something, she'll let you know.
But I swear she's acting like she's never had sex with a stranger.
Well, maybe she hasn't.
Thank God she wants my cock right now, because I swear I'm never this spun up for a woman. And my hungry cock is throbbing to get inside her tight little pussy. I grab a condom from my shorts pocket; thankfully, the foil wrapper kept it dry.
"You always keep condoms in your pocket when you work out?"
"Hey, I'm an opportunist," I tell her.
She blushes and licks her lips. Fuck, this girl likes opportunities, too.
I lift her again at the waist and her legs find their way around me, her arms wrap around my neck. She kisses my ear gingerly, then meets my eye to make sure I like it.
Oh, fuck yeah, I like it. She can slide her tongue across my body anywhere she likes.
The couch is around the corner, just like she said, and I sit down, with her in my lap. Her naked flesh sinks into me, and her soft skin keeps my cock alive and revved up.
The lights aren't as bright back here, and it's nothing like the guys locker room. No sweaty clothes or crusty towels litter the floor; this place is nice and tidy. But still, no frills. This is a barebones locker room, and as far as I know JoJo is the only female who works out here.
JoJo doesn't seem like a frills girl at all. Shit, she was out in the gym kicking my ass for the better part of the day.
"So you've never had sex in the girl's locker room?" she asks, pulling back to look at me.
I don't think she knows how fucking hard it is to concentrate on her words when all I can think about is her warm body pressed tight against mine. Our noses nearly touch. God, I want to devour her.
"Never in this girl's locker room," I admit, smiling. "But I grew up playing football and baseball-a Midwest boy, born and raised. I've taken cheerleaders in a locker room plenty of times."
"Plural? So, lots of locker room threesomes?" she asks, smirking,
"Hey, my motto is ‘the more the merrier.'"
"Will I be enough for you, then?"
"Oh, baby, you are more than enough."
She bites her lip, hesitating, then leans in and kisses me again. Our mouths collide and create a spark that causes me to run my hands down her bare back, to her tight little ass. I squeeze her and then move my hands to her front. Her little pussy needs some attention.
I'll give it to her.
"Should I just...." JoJo looks down at my hard cock. I nod, and she takes me in her hands. She moves up and down my shaft; her opening getting nice and wet as she touches me. Oh, hell yeah, this girl needs my cock to fill her up.
Her soft folds are nice and juicy now, and I'm glad I moved her from the shower so I can have this perfect view of her.
But I can't wait any longer. I need her sitting in my lap properly.
I roll on the condom, and her tits move up and down as she takes in deep breaths.
"Breathe easy, baby," I tell her. "You ever fucked a man this big before?"
"No," she says, nearly whispering. "But, God, I want to. So bad."
She's nearly panting with desire, and I won't make her wait any longer.
I lift her narrow waist, and ease her onto me. Her hand holds my thick rod, leading it into her opening.
"Oh, oh, god," she moans softly.
"Does it hurt?" I wince. I've been with loads of women who are impressed with my cock. Hell, I get paid to show my package onstage, wearing a thong – and, hell no, I don't stuff that thing. I've got a cock that makes women drool. But this is different.
JoJo genuinely seems to be having a hard time taking me, in a way that's different than just needing some lube.
"It's okay ... it's just." She stops, shakes her head.
"It's what?" I ask, as she lowers herself a few inches down my cock. Oh, God, her tight pussy feels so fucking amazing.
"Nothing," she says, adamant. "Fuck me like you would anyone else. I want it."
I swivel my hips up, to help her onto me without force or strain. I don't want this to be painful. She has no idea how good it's gonna feel once she has me all the way inside her.
"I'm not gonna fuck you like anyone else, JoJo. You're singular."
Her eyes look worried. "This is a one-time thing, though, right. Just sex, no strings?"
"No strings," I tell her, caught off guard a bit. Most women are dying for strings. Most women want to fucking tie my heart up with a chain and tether it to their fucking life.