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Morning, baby boy. Bish s hand landed on his ass.
His footsteps stumbled, his rhythm lost.
Careful, murmured Bish.
Yeah. Yeah. He nodded, focused on the run again. No focusing on Bishop. None.
And it worked, until Bishop set up next to him, shirt off, biking right there beside him.
Asshole. Beautiful man. Muscled beast.
Like Bish could hear him, the man turned and smiled. Jason felt his cheeks heat and his
balls draw up.
We could move to the bench. Spot each other. The words sounded so dirty coming
out of Bish s mouth.
Sure. Sure, if you re warmed up.
I m getting there.
Yeah, me too. Like whoa.
Bish s smile was definitely wicked. The man got off the bike and bent, right there in
front of him, to pick up his shirt. He licked his lips, almost reaching for that fine ass. Then
Bish stood and turned around, smiling at him knowingly.
You lifting first or am I? he asked, trying to ignore the husky tone in his own voice.
Go ahead.
Okay.
Bish followed him to the bench and helped him set the weights up. Jason lay back,
humming as he grabbed the bar.
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Bish stood at his head, all those chest muscles gleaming. The man was ripped& and half
hard.
Sexy. Really fucking sexy.
Good job. Keep it up.
Jason did five more reps, then rested.
Bish s hand slid over his where it was wrapped around the bar, squeezed. How s the
jewellery this morning?
I didn t notice it. He d tried to ignore it.
Bish chuckled and said softly, Liar.
Am not.
Bish moved slowly around the bench, sitting on the end and leaning in, reaching
between his spread legs.
B-bishop? Oh, God. I need to do another set.
His hand kept moving and just barely nudged the ring between his legs.
Oh, fuck. His toes curled.
So how s the jewellery this morning? he repeated.
Fine. Fine. Hot. Aching just the barest bit.
It s fucking sexy, Jase. How does it feel when you re getting fucked?
Aren t we supposed to be working out?
The equipment isn t going anywhere, baby boy.
Bish s hands landed on his thighs then began rubbing slowly up and down them, the
touches deep and slow. His cock began to fill.
It makes me hard, baby. Knowing it s there.
He looked up at Bish, an ache building in him. They were each different, but Bish made
him feel&
Leaning in, Bish derailed his thoughts with a kiss that stormed his defences. One huge
hand cupped his cock and balls and squeezed, just enough to make his breath hiccup.
I think we d both be happier this morning if we bench-pressed each other.
Bench-pressed& His eyes rolled.
Bish laughed, the sound deep and sexy. Hey, we can t let Rookie be the only one
allowed to make sex puns.
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He s good at it. Sort of amaz& Oh, fuck. Bish rolled his balls and his hips tilted.
He is. I m the one with you now. The next kiss stole his breath completely.
He cried out into Bishop s lips. Bish rubbed against him, letting him feel all those
amazing muscles as they pressed him into the bench. He tried to let go of the bar, but his
fingers were clenched tight.
Bish s hands slid along his sides, digging in so they didn t tickle. So he could feel them.
On the trip down, his sweats were peeled away, baring him. Bish s body was hot and sweaty
above his, the man s sweats disappearing at the same time his own did.
Keep your hands on the bar, baby.
What? Oh, fuck.
Do it or I ll spank your sweet little ass until it s red. Bish s eyes were dead serious.
He groaned, but held on.
Bish grinned at him. I was kind of hoping you d let go.
He chuckled softly, body heating. I m not a brat difficult like Knight.
Doesn t mean you can t enjoy a good spanking now and then. Bish slid fingers across
his nipples.
They drew up tight and he shook his head. No spanking&
I don t know& I think it turns you on. Bending, Bish licked at his nipples this time,
then bit the right one.
Bish! He twisted, his pecs shaking.
Bish licked where he d bitten, fingers sliding to wrap around his waist. The sting
became a warm, dull heat. A delicious ache.
Taste good, baby boy. Sweet.
Didn t sweat enough& Sweet.
Sweated just enough. Bish licked a line along his collarbone.
Oh. Oh, that tickled. He grabbed Bishop s shoulders, shivering. Tickles!
You let go of the bar.
Uh-uh. He grabbed it quickly.
Bish laughed. Are you really trying to deny it?
Uh-huh. He didn t want a spanking.
Sweet baby. Bush s mouth closed over his again.
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He wasn t so sweet, was he?
He opened, body arching up into Bish s. Bish tongue-fucked his mouth hard and fast,
just like he knew it would be when Bish started fucking his ass. Bish pushed him into the
bench, pressing him tight. The fingers of one hand slid over his right nipple, pinching and
stroking by turns. He found the rhythm, eyes closed, and focused on Bish. Every touch sent
him flying higher. He wrapped around Bish, his ass sticking to the bench.
Want you.
He could tell Bish s prick was wet at the tip and rubbing against his hole.
Uh-huh. He could agree to that.
Bish pushed, the head of his cock pushing, stretching him. He groaned. Bish was thicker
than the others, his cock fat and wide.
So fucking tight. It didn t sound like a complaint.
Bish scooped his legs up, tilting him back and pushing deeper. The next thrust hit his
gland.
Oh& His eyes rolled, his fingers digging into Bish s biceps.
Look at that I found it first try. Bish pulled back and pushed forward, hitting it
again.
Uh& Uh-huh. Oh, fuck.
The first try& and the second third and fourth, too.
Bish& He couldn t think, he couldn t breathe. All he could do was arch and beg for
more.
Bish held his gaze and kept fucking him, filling him over and over. The man was a
machine, driving into him, pushing deeper and deeper. He was hard and leaking from it
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