99
Vanessa’s POV
After the only ten minutes I've ever enjoyed on a cardio machine, I hop down, awaiting Alpha Alexander's next set of instructions. I feel more energized than when I walked in here. Normally, cardio exhausts me, which is why I hardly do it.
He takes me over to the bench where he's set up an Olympic bar. He shows me the basics of a proper bench press, which I thought were self-explanatory but apparently not. It turns out there's a lot of technique involved in lifting a bar straight up in the air.
Alpha Alexander puts his big, warm hands on my body, showing me how to arch my back and position the weight over my chest correctly. As he guides me through the motion, it actually feels pretty good. Maybe it's because I'm horny, but each contraction of muscle is strangely pleasurable. My nipples are as hard as rocks.
I always knew Alpha Alexander was hot for his age—way too hot. I'm sure I wouldn't have been so sexually aroused if he were my age. I mean, I always find older men attractive.
It's kinky as hell working out naked, seeing how my pussy looks with my legs spread around the bench. I keep imagining what it would be like to do this with other people around if Alpha Alexander took me to a random gym and put me through this exact workout in nothing but sneakers.
He can't take his eyes off me, which is precisely what I like best. Nothing makes me feel safer than knowing he's watching my every move.
On my second set, he slips a finger inside me. I gasp, the bar trembling in my hands.
"Do your reps," Alpha Alexander growls. "Lower the bar down slowly and explode up."
Slow and controlled, I lower the bar to my chest. When I push it up again, my pussy clenches around his finger, and pleasure jolts all the way down to my toes. I would have dropped the bar if not for the fact that I needed to save myself.
"Fuck!" I gasp.
"Keep going," Alpha Alexander says.
I press out my reps, two, three, four, five, each contraction sending a pulse of pleasure down my legs. My breasts are throbbing, the muscles beneath pumping hot. Alpha Alexander slides his finger out of my pussy and sucks it clean before helping me re-rack the bar.
"Two more sets."
"Two more sets!" I cry, both frustration and pleasure coursing through my veins.
"Of this exercise," Alpha Alexander gives a wicked grin. "Then we move on to shoulders."
I groan.
"Aw." Alpha Alexander pretends to pout. "Do you need a break?"
"Yes," I say, grabbing his cock through his pants. He sounds and looks so different from the Alpha Alexander months ago.
He adds two fifty-pound plates to either side of the bar. "Suck my cock while you take a break."
He pulls out his cock, thick and heavy and lies down on the bench. I kneel between his knees, taking his cock in my mouth while he unracks the bar and starts his set.
Every time he pushes up the weight, the force moves through his frame and his cock surges against my tongue. I feel his shocking strength, how easily he lifts a bar that weighs twice what I do. His body is a furnace, his thighs burning beneath my palms.
Watching him lift is turning me the fuck on like crazy. His chest swells, his shoulders and arms become monstrous. I never cared much for muscles before I met Alpha Alexander, but once you go jacked, you can't ever go back. Any other man would look tiny by comparison. Not that I met many on this level.
I wait for him to start his second set, then I climb on his cock. He looks like a stallion, and I want to fuck him like one. His cock leaps inside of me with each push. His strength flows into me and I'm drunk off the power.
When he racks the bar, the ground shakes. I ride him on the bench, holding the bar to steady myself. Alpha Alexander is enormous beneath me, reflected in the mirror. We don't even look like the same species.
He grabs my hips and fucks me harder, his face flushed, his muscles swollen. We were sweating before we started, breathing hard.
Now my heart is galloping, droplets of sweat pattering down on his chest.
He bounces me on his cock, and I hold tight to the bar, my toes barely brushing the floor. The orgasm that's been building in a low-level way battles against my trembling muscles and aching lungs.
He waits until I'm looking down in his face.
"Come for me, little fox," he says. I come like I'm sprinting across a finish line, chest burning, pussy pulsing, every muscle on fire. I come like a motherfucking champion, then I collapse on his chest.