Page 90 of Bound in Obsession
“I think I still have to burn a few more calories.”
He watches me for a moment, then a slow, wicked smirk tugs at his lips. “Now… how about I help you with that?”
My cheeks immediately burn. I know exactly what he means.
“And how do you intend to do that?” I ask, my voice already breathless.
His hands don’t wait for permission. They slide under the waistband of my shorts, fingers dipping straight between my legs. I’m already wet, embarrassingly so, and he groans low in his throat when he feels it.
“How about I show you," he murmurs, voice dark with promise.
Two thick fingers push inside me without warning, stretching me open. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as my knees buckle. He curls them perfectly, stroking that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. His thumb finds my clit and rubs slow, firm circles, and I’m moaning shamelessly, hips rocking against his hand like I have no control left.
“Nico—oh God?—”
He pumps his fingers faster, deeper, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the gym. I’m right there, trembling on the edge, thighs shaking, He immediately pulls his hand away, and I almost want to kill him.
A desperate whimper escapes me.
“Patience, baby,” he says, voice rough. He stands, steadying me on my shaky legs, then hooks his fingers into my shorts and panties and drags them down in one motion. I step out of them, completely bare from the waist down.
He unzips his trousers, freeing his cock, thick, and already leaking at the tip. He sits back on the bench and pulls me forward.
“Sit on it,” he orders, voice low and commanding.
I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips, and slowly sink down. The stretch is intense. I gasp sharply as he fills me, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated, impaled on his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, head falling back for a second. “You feel so good.”
I start to move, awkward at first, then finding a rhythm. Bouncing on him. Taking him deeper with every roll of my hips. It feels incredibly different, fuller, like I’m in control and completely at his mercy at the same time.
Nico’s hands grip my waist, guiding me, helping me find the perfect angle. One hand slides up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple hard before rolling it between his fingers. His mouth finds my neck, sucking and biting, leaving fresh marks as he whispers filthy things against my skin.
“Look at you,” he growls, voice wrecked. “Bouncing on my cock like such a good little slut. So fucking wet for me. You love riding me, don’t you?”
I moan loudly, moving faster, grinding down on him. The pleasure builds fast and sharp. My thighs burn, but I don’t stop.
“I’m close—” I whimper.
I shatter with a cry, clenching hard around him as my orgasm crashes through me. My vision whites out for a moment, pleasure flooding every nerve.
Before I can even come down, he lifts me off him. I whimper at the loss, but he turns me around, bending me over the workout bench.
“Hold on,” he says, voice dark.
I grip the edge of the bench, legs shaking, ass up. He pushes back into me in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I moan loudly, the new angle hitting even deeper.
He fucks me harder now, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip. Every thrust is deep and powerful, his hips slapping against my ass.
My eyes dart to the gym door, panic mixing with the pleasure. What if someone walks in? What if Marco comes looking for him again?
As if he can read my thoughts, Nico’s hand slides up my body and wraps around my throat, pulling me back against his chest.
“Get out of your head,” he growls against my ear, never stopping his brutal pace.
I try to bite down on my moans, but he spanks my ass hard, making me yelp.
“Don’t you dare,” he snarls. “I want to hear you. Let the whole fucking house hear who’s making you scream.”
