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It started as a favor. When a drunk patient got a little out of hand, overpowering her until security arrived, all Mel could say was, I need to start working out. Langdon had offered to help–he had an at home gym in his basement that they could use to show her the ropes. The proof of his expertise was all over his body and she’s caught plenty of glances in their months working together. Getting a private up close look and having all his attention on training her? Of course she said yes.
Mel had dug out a set of matching leggings and long line sports bra in a deep mossy green she’d bought during a New Year’s sale and a pair of her non-hospital sneakers. Her sliver of exposed stomach felt strange but not uncomfortable. She had almost thrown a zip up over. Almost. Instead she showed up on the Langdons’ doorstep with a water bottle, a cheery smile, and a bouncing ponytail. Frank had let her in after what she thought was a lingering stare at the peek of skin.
They started with free weights. The tens were a little too heavy to start so he’d made her swap out for eights while he took 30 lbs in each of his hands. She had to stare to follow along with his movements. Listening as he narrated the best techniques and how to hold her elbows and arms to not strain herself. Mel missed quite a few steps. Luckily he would stop, set his weights down and guide her hand over hand saying, see how that feels different?
Mel could only nod because, yes it did feel different with his arms pressed to hers, his veins beginning to bulge from the exercise, muscles so defined compared to her own. Mel was delicate next to him, something she’d never considered herself before. Heat was blooming lower and lower in her body and it wasn’t from the work out.
Once he’s satisfied with the amount of sets he offers her his treadmill to use. He wants to get some more weight training in since he went for a run in the morning. Mel isn’t leaving anytime soon if it’s up to her so she gets to walking with a more than perfect view of Frank on the bench.
He works up a sweat. It trails down his neck and chest and she’s sure over his abdomen and arm pits and between his thighs too. The thought should be repulsing, the stench and grossness while natural are not exactly pleasant—except Mel wants nothing more than to watch every little drop caress his body and follow the path with her tongue.
She’s so badly distracted she missteps and stumbles so hard the safety yanks out of the treadmill and forces a sudden stop.
Frank is staring at her instantly, his weights racked. “Whoa, you okay?”
“Yes! Sorry I must’ve—“ her cheeks are red, she can feel her nose warming too at her embarrassment.
“Come here,” he insists and so Mel goes standing in front of him on the bench.
He doesn’t say anything, only looking her over as she pants and catches her breath in front of him. She can feel the perspiration on her forehead, gliding down her temple. She tries to keep her eyes on his face and not his chest or arms or thighs. He has such a beautiful body.
Frank hits her with that devastatingly handsome smile. “That’s not the only way to work up a sweat you know.”
“What?” Mel’s brows are instantly furrowed. Her heart jumps in her chest and she feels a vague ringing in her ears. She must have heard him wrong. She’s aware how obviously her massive crush on him might be, how the tension that constantly pops up between them no matter how friendly their intentions. But there’s no way he is acting on it. At his house. Where his wife and kids live.
“You’ve been staring at me all morning Mel. Just like I’ve been watching you.” He trails a hand up the side of her thigh and over her hip before pinching at her exposed waist. Real, real, all completely real. “Did you wear this for me?”
Her eyes flick up to the ceiling. “Abby—“
“Is busy.” His eyes lock on to hers and don’t let go. Frank is stubborn and persistent and it’s all focused on her. “Did you, Mel? Tell me.”
“Yes,” she answers. Mel couldn’t deny him if she wanted to, and she very much wants him. “It’s the nicest set I own.”
He strokes his thumb along the waist band of the green fabric, admiringly.
“So sweet.”
Suddenly, she’s on his lap, legs straddling either side of him and his mouth is on her neck where skin and the tang of sweat must mix in his mouth but he doesn’t care. Neither does she. Her hands bury in his hair, damp by the nape of his neck, but she only pulls him closer. He works his way up to her flushed face and his lips take hers. She’s opening her mouth to him so easily, so greedily wanting to taste the salt of herself on his tongue. She can feel the press of his erection to her core.
His hands roam slippery over her and under her bra to fondle at her breasts. Eventually Mel just pulls them out at the top, hating the almost claustrophobic press caused by the compression. He works her nipples into matching stiff peaks with his lips and teeth and a little bit of bite from his blunt nails. She forces the too thin college t-shirt from his frame. Her nose trails down from the dimple in his chin, over the Adam’s apple and hollow of his throat to his hairy chest she practically buries her face in and breathes deep. The pungent essence of him only spurs her on. She wants to be covered in it. She wants him to be covered in her. Their sweat and spit and all sorts of bodily fluids mingling together until it becomes something new—something them.
She shoves her hand down his gym shorts and there’s nothing underneath, nothing blocking her way to wrapping around his cock and pumping him even harder for her.
“I want you,” Mel whines. Her face is in his chest still, she works her hips against his thighs, as she strokes his cock between them.
“You can have me, baby. Whatever you want,” He coos, a large soothing palm running over the span of her back
She ends up on her knees as she takes him in her mouth. Frank’s scent is even stronger here between the crease of his thighs. His muscles twitch. Without words Mel knows he’s desperate for her. He pulls her off by her ponytail with a wet pop and spit makes a mess down her chin.
“Up, up,” Frank urges her, standing from the bench to lay her out on it instead.
He peels her leggings down to below her knees.
“It’s so important to stretch with all this strenuous activity, sweetheart.”
Her legs are pulled up by her ankles held in one of his big hands. It exposes her cunt to him, to the shockingly cool air and goosebumps raise up her sticky thighs.
His fingers trail through her folds where she’s more than ready for him. “Wet all for me, right?” Mel nods. “My good girl, needy and aching. I’ll help you.”
Frank moves both her legs to one of his shoulders. Her legs are pressed together as he slips his cock inside of her in a controlled push, her cunt gives almost no resistance as it takes him in. All Mel can do is moan as she feels him so, so deep. He makes her incoherent. It would bother her if she didn’t trust him so much, if she wasn’t so totally willing to lay herself in his hands to be molded and guided.
Each thrust inside her is tight. She can feel it in her belly. He’s big and yet she had no trouble. She’s never been so desperate before. All her practice alone late at night, in hopes it would fill her loneliness, has seemingly paid off.
Mel’s hands scramble for something to hold onto. So much sensation—pleasure, the intense stretch, the rock of his body against hers and the slap of skin on skin—overwhelms and she needs to ground herself. She must be making pitiful noises. One of his hands is holding her hips steady but like as so often happens, Frank knows what she needs before she can ask. He offers his free hand to her. She grips it with both of her own. Her eyes get teary, he knows her.
The orgasm crashes over her as his cock hits that spot inside that makes her scream, emotions high and heart so vulnerable. He’s slowed down considerably. Mel can see the way Frank clenches his jaw, he’s holding back.
“Where do you want it?” He asks. “Are you…”
He never gets to finish the thought.
“Inside. Inside please, please, please,” she begs, gripping his hand tighter in her hold.
He doesn’t deny her. Maybe he can’t. And isn’t that a satisfying idea? He hurries his pace letting the pleasure over take and oh—he presses their bodies tight together and comes inside exactly as she asked.
In the aftermath, once he’s peeled her pliant body from the vinyl of the bench, she clings to him while they curl up together. He’s pressing kisses to the crown of her head and her temples and her cheeks. Mel feels treasured. He hasn’t let her go for a second. It’s nice to know they’re on the same page.
“Come over again on Friday,” Frank pleads more than asks.
“Alright.”
Mel can only agree. A workout routine hardly starts with just one session. He still has a lot to teach her about the ins and outs of physical fitness. There’s no reason to stop anytime soon. Health is a life long commitment after all.