asked.
Lucent stared at me, sort of. Or, no. Not at me, exactly. I did my best to follow his gaze, which went slightly over my shoulder, down my back, and...
Oh. Um... Oh!
"You're staring at my butt?" I asked. Yoga pants were admittedly good for butts. Also, I liked mine; my butt and my yoga pants. I could maybe tone it more, or do more exercise, too. My stomach was a little soft, but I wasn't overweight or anything. Butts were butts, though. They could look good in all sorts of ways, especially in the right pants, and I thought mine was fairly nice to begin with, so... yes.
"Yes," Lucent said, unabashed. "I am."
"Oh." Well, what should I even say to that?
As the song finished playing and the music faded away, Lucent ended his run. Stepping off the treadmill, he jogged towards me on the loveseat. He playfully smacked my rear, making me squeak, then he grabbed one of the water bottles, opened it, and chugged.
"You spanked me," I said, ogling him curiously.
"I did," he said. Without further mention of anything, he screwed the cap back on the water bottle and tossed it back onto the couch, then went to his squat cage. Lucent had everything prepared already, an even amount of weights added to each side of the long bar, and he simply entered the cage, bent low, and pressed up slightly, letting the bar rest against his shoulders.
As he pushed up, lifting the bar from the rack, I sat up and grabbed the bottle he'd already drank from. Uncapping it, I licked around the opening, then took a testing sip.
Lucent bent his legs, lowering his body, bar balanced on his shoulders, and did a squat. When he pushed himself back up, he said, "Miss Tanner, I believe you're drinking from my water bottle. May I ask why?"
"We can share!" I said, maybe a bit too gladly. He chuckled and did another squat, but I had more to say. "I like the taste of your lips after. I can taste it on the bottle. It's like a kiss, but different. A little—"
Lucent choked and nearly fell over. Which wouldn't have necessarily mattered, because the whole purpose of the squat cage was to protect from accidents like that, but it still looked dreadfully dangerous. He managed to regain his composure, though, and with a sharp breath and red face he rebalanced himself and pushed up, finishing his squat. Usually he did more than that, but this time he reset the bar on its resting rack and stepped out of the cage for a moment.
"Are you alright?" I asked, jumping up. The whole thing startled me and I'd barely had a chance to react. I hurried to him, bringing his water with me. Shy, tentative, I offered it to him. Instead of taking it and drinking, he grabbed my hips and pulled me against him.
I gasped, caught off guard, which was apparently precisely what Lucent wanted me to do. Bending low, pressing his lips to mine, he kissed me with intense desire. I... I stood there, stock still for a moment, unsure of what was going on. The heat from his body, his exercise and his energy, soared into me. His face felt hot and his lips were hotter. He wanted me and I found myself definitely wanting him.
I kissed him back. Dropping the water bottle, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him hard, matching his intensity with my newfound desires. On a sudden whim, spurned on by Lucent's hands gripping my ass, I jumped up. My legs wrapped around his waist and he held me tight, squeezing me close while we kissed.
We stopped kissing for a second, but our noses continued to touch. "How did that taste?" he asked me, grinning.
"A lot better than the bottle," I replied.
"I should hope so," he said. "Unfortunately I'm not finished exercising, but I thought I should take a break. Can I convince you to join me for the rest of my routine?"
"I know a different way we could work out," I said, surprising myself with my boldness.
Why would exercise be a code for sex? I'd said as much to Vanessa. Thinking
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