Bonds of Attraction (Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (2 page)

I walked over to the area next to the cardio
machines and began to stretch. Looking in the mirror, I spotted the guy from
earlier; he was good-looking, really good-looking. I reached up to stretch my
arms and let them fall before me and grabbed my ankles. I knew that the mirror
behind me would show my ass to anybody who had the good sense to try to steal a
look. I could almost feel his eyes doing just that.

I shook my body out, jumping up and down to
let the blood flow to my muscles. I wondered if he liked the way my breasts
bounced with every small jumping-jack that I did. Smiling, I walked over to an
empty treadmill and began to run.

I put on my headphones and turned up the
volume to drown out the sounds of my feet smashing against the treadmill. My
breathing became faster with every passing minute, and I felt a thin layer of
sweat forming on my skin. My muscles burned as I pushed myself harder and
harder. I drank tiny sips of water and closed my eyes, the stress of the day
leaving my body. But I knew that there was something else that could help
relieve the stress even better.

I opened my eyes to look for him. He was
sitting against the wall, leaned over and doing curls. I watched his arms
ripple with muscle as he pulled the weights up to his chest. He was muscular,
but by no means an obsessive bodybuilder type. No, he was much more lean and
athletic. I bet he was strong, not only explosive strength but the type of
strength that lasts. He’d have the stamina for tonight.

I let my eyes linger on him just long enough
so he could catch me staring. I turned my eyes down and smiled coyly, making it
clear I was flirting. When I looked up again, he was returning the smile. It
wouldn’t take much to get this guy to take me home with him. There was no way
we were going to go back to my place; I never brought guys home with me. My
sanctuary was off-limits to strangers.

He got up and returned the weights to the
rack. He shook his arms out and stretched. I could imagine him walking over to
me, wiping the sweat from his brow. He’d lean against my treadmill and stare
directly into my eyes.

“Hey,” he would say.

“Hi,” I’d reply.

“I want to show you something, it’s a great
workout. I’ll be your spotter.”

I’d kill the treadmill. He’d slide his hand
around my lower back and guide me over to a bench, close to a mirror. Then he’d
pull off his shirt revealing glistening stone abs, just begging to be touched.
I’d restrain myself, but then I’d notice that he’d grown hard in his gym
shorts.

The whole gym would be watching us, eagerly
awaiting.

“You can’t do this exercise with clothes on,”
he’d say.

I’d pull off my shirt quickly and then his
hands would break their restraints and tear off my sports bra, ripping it from
me with such force that I’d let out a little yelp of surprise. He’d drop to his
knees and pull off my tight workout pants and then he’d lift me up. I’d feel
his muscles flexing against my naked skin and my eyes would close
involuntarily.

He’d spin me around and we’d be facing the
mirror. He’d be holding me with one arm while his other arm tore off his gym
shorts and we’d be naked in front of the whole gym. We’d be as enticing as
Greek statues, perfectly sculpted and carved in the image of perfection. I’d
look through the mirror and catch the eyes of those in the gym that watched us.
I’d meet every one of their gazes briefly and know that we were all that
existed in this moment.

I ran faster, turning up the speed on my
treadmill. The guy walked over to the water fountain and drank, leaning over as
he did. I saw the muscles in his arms, taut and free of body fat.

The whole gym would watch as he lifted me
higher and then he would sit down, lowering me on top of him. Our bodies would
meet in an explosion of pleasure. His hands would flow over me like water and
I’d move up and down on him in waves. We’d moan loudly. The gym would be silent
as people held their breaths. When we both climaxed simultaneously, all the
spectators would gasp for air as we provided them their release.

I set the treadmill to the cool-down mode. My
run turned into a light jog and I checked my heart rate. It was a little higher
than normal, but it wasn’t just from the running. He had taken the treadmill
next to mine to cool himself down after his workout. I watched him fascination.
This guy had pushed himself to the limits. I just hoped that he’d saved at
least a little energy. He’ll need it. I smiled and looked over to him. He
smiled back, a big, wide smile of perfectly white teeth.

Our treadmills finished the cool-down program
at the same time. I toweled myself off, making sure to go slowly around my
cleavage. While I drank from my water bottle, I let a little spill down my
chin. From the look in his eyes, I knew I had him hooked.

We hopped off the treadmills, and I turned to
him.

“I couldn’t help noticing you earlier,” I
said. “You were really working out hard.”

“Yeah, I suppose I was. Name’s Dominic.”

“Julie,” I said, holding out my hand. He took
my hand and gently shook it. When I pulled my hand away, I let two fingers
caress his hand before I broke away completely.

“It’s nice to meet you, Julie. Would you be
interested in grabbing a drink with me?”

His face was perfectly proportioned. When he
spoke, he let little smiles steal into his composure, softening everything he
said into an aura of friendliness. I studied him as he spoke and determined
that he probably was a genuinely nice guy. He was perfect for tonight.

“No,” I said. Dominic’s face took on a
perplexed expression. I could see the gears working in his brain trying to
figure out what went wrong. “I’m not interested in a date, Dominic.”

I ran my hand over his shoulder and met his
eyes. I told him everything he needed to know with my stare.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” he
asked, a sly smile spreading across his face.

“Yes. Let me go wash up. I suggest you do the
same.” I bit my lower lip and walked away. I patted away dust from my ass that
probably wasn’t there, giving him a little show as I walked into the locker
room.

I showered quickly. I felt excited. I was a
little eager, sure, but didn’t rush. I toweled myself off and got dressed. I
finished the last of my water bottle and when I walked out of the locker room,
Dominic was waiting by the door, drinking a protein shake.

I followed his Audi in my car. When we
arrived at his place, he walked over to my car and opened my door for me. Quite
the gentleman I see. I thanked him and we walked into his apartment building
together. Once inside, I looked around and noticed that it was clean and
well-organized.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked.

“No, thank you.”

“So, Julie, what do you do for a living?”

I walked around his apartment. It was a two
bedroom, conservatively furnished and decorated. He had a small office where he
had a nice desk and a closed. There were photos on the desk of him and his
family. I looked around and the bedroom was all grey and black furniture, a
true bachelor pad.

I took off my suit jacket and tossed it onto
his couch. My nipples were hard, showing through my thin white blouse since I
wasn’t wearing a bra. I unbuttoned the top button on my blouse.

“It’s really not important,” I said
flirtatiously.

The blouse fell to the ground. I unzipped my
skirt and dropped it to the ground, stepping out of it when it fell. I seemed
to have forgotten to put on any underwear at all.

His eyebrows rose when he saw my naked body.
I walked up to him and my hand slid up his inner thigh, stopping just before it
reached his groin. I stood on my tip-toes and sucked on the bottom of his ear,
all the while rubbing his inner thigh. His hand slid around my lower back and
then both hands pulled me into him as he leaned down and kissed me.

I reached behind him to feel his ass. It was
firm and muscular, cut from years of squats and running. I squeezed hard and
relished the feel of his body in my hands. Then I pushed him back gently.

“Why are you still dressed?” I asked.

He practically tore off his clothes. I turned
around and walked away from him, moving my hips with exaggerated movements as I
did so. I could hear him tripping over himself as he began to follow and I
smiled to myself. His eagerness was cute.

I turned on the lights in his bedroom; I
wanted to be able to see everything. Dominic came in the room, totally stripped
of his clothes. I eyed his body. He had lived up to my expectations. I ran my
hand down his abs, tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingers softly. I
looked him in the eyes as my hand fell between his legs and I gripped him in my
hand. I squeezed and pulled gently, feeling how he was as hard as stone.

He rubbed my breasts with his hands, teasing
around the nipples. He leaned down and began to kiss my neck, sucking on the
skin softly. His fingers danced around my nipples, defying my every want for
him to grab them and squeeze. His tongue followed the line of my collarbone
until it slid down between my breasts. I let go of him and he fell to his knees
before me. He licked the tip of my nipple, so delicately that it was as though
a breeze had swept over them.

I moaned loudly and pulled his head against
me, making him suck on my nipples harder. His left hand worked my other nipple,
squeezing and pulling as his other hand slid around and gripped my supple ass.
I could feel his hot breath against my tender skin and I began to move my hips
back and forth, pushing against his hand until it slid between my legs and he
began to rub my pussy. I was so wet that soon his fingers slid into me with
ease.

He lifted me up, his fingers still inside me
and his mouth moving between each nipple. He put me down on the bed and crawled
on top of me. I put my hand against his chest and stopped him before he pushed
his cock into me. He leaned down and kissed me. Then he reached into his
nightstand and pulled out a condom. I opened it and slid it down on him. His
cock was perfect, not too small or large. He was exactly what I needed right
now.

I grabbed him and pushed him over. I jumped
up and got on top. I grabbed his cock and squeezed it as I sat down back on it.
I felt him slide into me slowly, and he let out a small moan as he slid into me
as far as he could go. I moved my hips back and forth on top of him, gripping
his shoulders to steady myself.

Dominic began to caress the side of my face
and I grabbed his hand and moved it back down to my breasts. His other hand was
about to move through my hair and I moved it down to my ass so he would squeeze
my cheeks and move me against him. I closed my eyes and focused on my
movements.

“Come with me,” I said.

He began to breathe heavily, and I knew he
was about to come. I pushed down harder and then the faint beginnings of an
orgasm began growing in me. I moved faster, grabbing his hands and making him
squeeze both my nipples as I slid up and down on him. The orgasm rose in me to
a wave of pleasure. I let out a loud moan and then it broke. I came, rocking
violently on top of him, and in the middle of my orgasm, Dominic let out a cry
as well.

We both shook with pleasure as the last waves
of our climax fizzled. Completely fulfilled, I rolled onto my back, feeling the
echoes of having just come. It had been good, exactly what I needed to relieve
the stress of work.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said. He
leaned over to kiss me, but I got up from the bed before he could. I looked
back at him playfully, letting his eyes scan my naked body once more.

“It sure was.”

I walked over to where my clothes were and
began dressing. He stood in the doorway of his bedroom, naked and glistening
with sweat.

“You don’t have to rush out of here so
quickly,” he said. “You can take a shower and crash here. I don’t mind.”

I laughed. I buttoned up my blouse, threw on
my suit jacket and turned to him.

“That’s very nice of you. But why would I
want to stick around?”

He looked at me and nodded, understanding
what I meant perfectly.

“I needed a good fuck to help me relieve some
stress, and believe me honey, you were great,” I said. I winked at him and
walked out of his apartment.

When I sat down in my car, I felt as though I
was as light as a feather. Since Mr. Perfect didn’t exist, Mr. Hook-up was the
next best thing. I turned up the music and sang along as I drove home.