My Personal Trainer - Seo Changbin [Hot]
Sumary: I was upset to discover that a new personal trainer had been hired to help me with my workouts at the gym. I had already gotten used to the previous one, and I had no desire to go through the whole adjustment process again.
What I thought was already bad enough became even worse when I met her. She was a woman, not a man like I was used to.
A stupidly strict instructor.
But not only that, the more time I spent with her, the more anger I felt, first for finding her so methodical. And mainly, for feeling my body enveloped by her exceptional beauty and that smug little smile I was eager to wipe from her lips.
Alert: teasing, gym training, oral (f), bad words, sexual innuendo.
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“You cannot be serious.” My voice echoes through the studio, loud and shrill. My manager rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by what he must consider an unnecessary drama.
“Changbin, it’s just a personal trainer. You don’t need all this scandal. He had to move cities, we had no choice…” I cross my arms, my jaw tight. I know this wasn't his decision. If it were, he would’ve told me before even informing the company. After all, he’s been with me since the moment I decided to change my body.
“Who’s my new trainer? I hope at least he’s friendly!” I grumble, still showing my irritation. My manager lets out a sigh, as if he expected my resistance.
“You’ll meet your new female trainer tomorrow.”
I freeze.
Suddenly, I’m hit full-force by a confusion that takes over my entire mind.
Since when were we open to the idea of me being trained by a woman?
“Female trainer?” Maybe I had mixed up the words, or misunderstood. My brain takes a few seconds to process. But the firm look of the man in front of me confirms I heard right.
“Yes, Changbin. A woman.”
It can’t be serious.
“Now you’re joking, a woman? Have you gone mad? How is she going to help me with my bench press? There’s no reason for it to be a woman, it’s ridiculous!” Maybe it sounds chauvinistic, but that’s not the point. I train hard. And in all my experience in gyms, I’ve never seen a female trainer lift half of what I do.
“Changbin, don’t underestimate your new personal trainer. She has great references, plus experience even with the MMA fighters in our country, she knows what she’s doing. She won’t disappoint you!” My nose is still wrinkled in disgust, not faithfully believing his words. But what could I do? Just comply with the orders I was given, yet still internally squirming, dissatisfied with the choices made by my team.
.
.
.
I can’t say I’m not nervous, I spent a long time last night still analyzing the information I was given.
My manager’s words still echoed in my mind. Hammering like the insistent ringing of a 6:00 AM alarm clock.
Yes, it’s a woman.
Yes, it’s a woman.
Suddenly, I was struck by the dulling sensation of unease. The palpitations in my chest, the restless pacing, and the damn sound of the clock on the wall only made everything worse.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Questions arose easily, one assumption after another. Dealing with the anxiety that insisted on consuming my chest with every beat of my heart.
What would she be like?
Young? Older?
Pretty? Or ugly?
I shouldn’t be worried about this when I know it’s nothing but work. A professional relationship, where I am her student and she is my trainer.
There must be respect and harmony. Nothing more than that, be gentle and obey her.
Simple as that, Changbin.
You perform in front of crowds of people, a legion of fans who follow you all over the world. Why would you be nervous because of a woman you haven’t even met yet?
It was ridiculous to feel this way, an enormous foolishness. Maybe it was just the feeling of knowing something different was happening, since I was used to always being surrounded by men, and a small fraction of women making up the staff team.
I wasn't in the habit of getting too close to them, except the ones I took to my bed.
Everything could be misinterpreted, so we were advised to avoid being seen with women. The orders were clear and self-sufficient: Exchange few words publicly, acting in a more professional and businesslike manner.
But now it was different, it was someone I’d have to spend time with alone, just her and me, without the members to divide my attention. It was natural that I should approach her to maintain a healthy relationship, after all, I wasn't a robot, even though at certain times I felt like I had minimal control over my own life.
But, for some reason, my breathing accelerates when the gym door opens.
I thought I was prepared for what awaited me. But I discovered the shock was even greater.
Standing in front of the incline bench press machine, I watched her walk. My muscles tensing with every squeak of her sneakers on the cold floor of the establishment.
At first, she doesn't notice me. She keeps her head down, focused on her phone. With a black headphone covering her ears.
My eyes scanned her body intently, as an act I couldn't control. She wasn't very tall, but her body was well-defined and curvy.
A generous bust that made my eyes light up, her legs were thick and well-sculpted. The slight movement of her hips turning to the left gave me a glimpse of her ass.
And what an ass…
My jaw practically drops, followed by my heart that was pounding at a rhythm never felt before.
And then she looks at me, a provocative smile plays on her lips. A smile that completely dismantles me. Right there, she took my entire soul.
She was Latina, for my complete undoing.
Perplexed. That was the right word to define me in that moment.
She walks with an absurd confidence, dropping her bag to the side. When she squats down, I catch a glimpse of the tattoo that covers the entire skin of her back: a fallen angel, with its wing feathers being lost as the art depicted its fall.
Somehow, this makes sense.
She was exactly that: a fallen angel.
Who came directly to ruin me. With her exorbitant beauty, and an aura around her that completely illuminated her entire body, I felt attracted, deeply dragged into the decline my mind was led to just by observing the magnificent woman in front of me.
And then she turns, facing me once more.
I’m dizzy.
“My face is up here, cutie.” The tone of provocation in her voice was more than explicit, without even realizing it, my gaze was completely fixated on the upper part of her black gym set. Which, by the way, seemed designed for this woman, fitting her body perfectly in every detail, hugging her skin and making her even more irresistible. “My name is Y/N. What’s yours?”
“Uhh… Seo Changbin. But you can call me Binnie.” The heat of my cheeks started to bother me, I was caught in a lewd act. It was to be expected that I would feel embarrassed, although I blamed that completely alluring cleavage of my personal trainer.
“So you’re the idol I’m going to train… Well, for a celebrity you’ve been doing a good job.” Y/N circles my body, judging every bit of my skin, I felt her gaze burning on my back, sucking in my whole being. I could barely stand the sensation of feeling like her prey, about to be slaughtered.
“You… follow me?” An insane curiosity invaded me.
“No, darling. I don’t like to look up too much about my clients, I think mere assumptions on my part might interfere. I prefer to wait and see and judge my students face-to-face.” I don't know how, but the way she says that takes my breath away. It was as if my entire essence was being sucked out by her, with every look, every hot breath meeting my skin.
“Am I good enough for you?” I bite my lower lip, repressing the longing I feel for her answer.
“We’ll find out today.” Y/N answers with a serious look, turning to face me again, locking her gaze with mine, showing me that now she was analyzing even my soul. She turns for a moment, walking towards her backpack, bringing back a tape measure. “I’m going to measure your muscles so we can compare next month, okay?” I just nod in agreement.
Why was I so nervous? It was a standard monthly procedure, doing measurements and bioimpedance analysis. There was no reason for this.
The shock of her warm fingers touching my cold skin left me completely shaken. The arrhythmia of my heart was so out of sync that I feared she could hear my heartbeats.
“Alright, how much do you weigh?” Her words completely snap me out of the trance of her actions, my mind still fantasizing about her touch and wishing to remain motionless, at the mercy of her contact.
“90 kg.” My voice comes out as a whisper.
“Let’s start. Set up the leg press with the weight you’re accustomed to. I’ll assist you.” I blink rapidly and countless times, not believing what I just heard.
“What? Leg press? But I was going to train chest…” I point to the equipment next to me. Outraged at the mention of having to train lower body.
“With those twigs, you’re only worried about your chest? What about the rest? How are your legs going to support the weight of your torso? I thought you weren’t the type to work out your own ego, Changbin…” Okay, now she managed to get under my skin, my mind struggling with two thoughts about her.
She’s hot as fuck.
She’s unbearably annoying.
“I don’t work out my own ego, I just want to focus more on chest exercises,” I defend myself, trying not to raise the tone of my voice, because I knew that when a topic started to frustrate me, I elevated my pitch. Causing an even bigger chaos in the environment.
“Come on, stop whining. I’m still being nice by not making you do free squats.” One thing I was sure of, I wanted to fuck this woman, I just couldn’t say for sure which way I preferred right now.
“This is what I get for agreeing to be trained by a woman,” I grumble as I walk with heavy steps, heading towards the indicated machine.
“Changbin, I heard that,” she warns, crossing her arms while keeping her gaze fixed on me.
Shivers go up my spine. Shit.
I sit on the machine, positioning my feet on the platform. Preparing myself for what was coming, I let out a long sigh, before releasing the lock on the equipment.
One
Two
Three
Come on, Changbin. To failure…
“Is that all you can lift?” My blood boiled at those words being whispered so acidly, I bit my lips hard, repressing the curse that moved to the tip of my tongue.
“I bet it’s a lot more than you weigh,” she lets out an ironic little laugh.
“Why are you so worried about how much I weigh?” I pull the lock next to me with brutality. Feeling my muscles aching from the load.
“I’m saying I could easily pick you up.” The malice in my tone of voice didn't go unnoticed, Y/N seemed a little irritated, returning the sentiment in the blink of an eye.
“I don't think so. Your legs aren’t even shaking yet, is that all you can handle?”
I think the one who’d have to handle the shaking legs would be you, my personal trainer.
“Then why doesn’t my dear trainer show me? Since I’m so below your level…” I see the woman in front of me ponder.
“I make the rules here.” Okay, what the hell kind of sentence was that? My cock twitched inside my underwear, getting aroused by the heat caused by my dirty mind. “Three more sets and I want you on the free squat rack.”
Congratulations, Changbin. How are you going to train choreography if you can barely handle the pain in your legs?
She adds more weight with every repetition. Making me doubt my good deeds throughout my entire life. What did I do to deserve such a punishment?
“Changbin, leg extension.”
“Changbin, leg curl.”
“Changbin, hip thrust.”
“Changbin, calves now.”
I don’t know if she wants to kill me with hatred
Or with so much lust.
She was yelling in the gym, making me believe that nothing bad couldn't get even worse. Giving me the certainty that I saw Jesus about five times just this morning.
I am pissed.
But every time her voice leans in to correct me, sounding low in my ear… Whispering my name in a tense and authoritative manner.
I am constantly reminded of my most primitive desires.
I hate her.
But I want her like never before.
Y/N was a demon in my life.
Tormenting my entire being, draining my strength and dragging me back into the lust of my own pleasure.
Damn hot personal trainer.
How could someone be so unbearable, bossy, and incredibly hot?
With every persistent provocation, every moment my eyes glued to her lips, desiring like never before to take them in a desperate need.
I hate myself.
I hate myself for thinking with my fucking dick.
I hate myself for being attracted to a beauty that overwhelms me.
I hate myself for desiring someone who irritates me like no one else.
“That’s enough for today,” she declares, noting down my last performance in her notebook.
Of course it’s enough, damn it, I’m done.
“Tomorrow we’re training chest and triceps.” Y/N closes the notebook, turning her attention back to me.
“I certainly hope so. Or I’ll have to complain to my manager.” My lips are graced with a fake smile, which is easily returned.
“I don’t like to be contradicted, Changbin, if I was hired, it’s because your manager trusts me. I’m on your side when I say I want you to grow. You won’t change your body if you only focus on one muscle.”
“Still, you should be more flexible, trainer. The world doesn’t revolve around you.” Before she can think of a response, I hurry ahead. Running as fast as I can to the gym exit. “See you tomorrow, Y/N!”
Still limping, I drag myself to the last step of the stairs. I feel like I must have murdered some saint in a past life, and in this reincarnation, I’ve only come to pay for all my sins.
My legs were aching, they wobbled with every step I took, accompanied by a groan of pain in complete exhaustion.
I’m still going to end this trainer.
With great difficulty, I type the password for the dorm entrance.
“What happened? Did they butt-fuck you at the gym or something? Is that why you’re limping?” I’ve never seen hatred pass before my eyes so many times in the same day. If I wasn't in so much pain, I’d jump at Lee Know Hyung’s neck without thinking twice.
“Go fuck yourself!” I show him my middle finger while the others burst out laughing.
“But seriously, what happened?” Chan looks at me worriedly, dropping the dishcloth from his shoulders, stopping wiping the dishes he had washed.
“That lunatic of a personal trainer made me do every single leg exercise that exists on the face of the earth,” The words were expressed quickly, without me even being able to control them. Confused looks followed me.
“At least it got firm,” Felix patted my buttocks while forcing a playful look.
“Of course, damn it. She fucked me up, but not the way I wanted!”
“Ooh, I think all that hate is repressed desire,” Seungmin mocks.
“Oh, shut up. She’s a demon, I felt like I was in the fire of hell today. But she’s definitely the devil, a devil with a very hot body, but still the devil.” Hyunjin and Jeongin burst into laughter.
“I give it two weeks before he’s on all fours for her,” Jisung is the one who pulls a banknote from his wallet. Placing it on the living room coffee table, starting a bet.
“Five days,” Lee Know comments, adding another note.
“Show some respect! Women throw themselves at me, it won’t be any different with this trainer!” I raise my voice, hitting the wooden table with my hand, as a sign of irritation.
Well, that’s not what my dick would say…
I got so excited over so little.
“Children, no betting. Changbin is going to stay away from the trainer,” Chan tries to appease the situation, but he is completely ignored. “Alright, a week and a half.”
The second day of training came too fast for my liking. My mind was still a mess, echoing the sharp words of my personal trainer and the insolent way she challenged me. But it wasn't just that. Every look she threw at me corroded me inside. Every touch of her hands on my skin burned more than any set she made me complete.
My body was still exhausted from the day before, my legs barely supporting my own weight, I was crazy when I accepted the idea of being her student. But I would never give Y/N the taste of victory.
And, worst of all, even feeling this way…
I wanted more.
She was already there, of course. Wearing another damned gym outfit that seemed custom-made to destroy my sanity. The tight top emphasized the volume of her breasts, and the high-waisted leggings hugged every curve of her body in a criminal way. I forced myself to look away.
"Are you ready for another day? I hope you rested well, we have a long day ahead!" Her voice cut the silence beside me, loaded with sarcasm.
"You don't know what I'm capable of, yesterday was nothing to me," I retorted, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at her.
"Funny... You managed to train legs without crying like a baby, so, I'm already proud." She smiled, as if she was enjoying herself at my expense.
"Funny... Do you think you can keep provoking me as if I won't retaliate?" I leaned closer, tilting my face slightly towards hers. She just raised an eyebrow, uninterested.
Her mouth was so close to mine that I could feel the heat of her breath caressing my skin. My body longed for the taste of her lips, I finally wanted to indulge and give in to the temptation.
"Do you intend to retaliate, Binnie?" She provoked, her voice with a falsely innocent tone.
My jaw locked.
This woman was playing with me.
"Maybe you'll end up finding out that certain games can get out of control." My voice came out hoarse, loaded with double meaning. But she just laughed and took a step back, leaving me frustrated.
She incites me and then pretends it was all just my insane mind playing tricks on me. The true devil tempting my sanity.
"Let's see if your endurance is as good in training as it is in your empty talk." She lightly patted my shoulder before walking away.
Bitch.
Fucking hot.
The workout was hell. Even worse than the day before. Y/N pushed me even harder today, forcing me to do drop sets until I almost lost my balance. Between sets, we exchanged barbs and intense glances. I tested her limits, pulling her closer when she assisted me on the bench press, or intentionally holding her waist while balancing on the equipment.
She made me confused, every opportunity that fell into my lap was very well taken. I stole a little bit of my adorable trainer, rubbing my cock against her plump ass while pretending to help her set up the machine.
She didn't flinch or move. And I could swear she leaned in even more, pressing her body against mine.
But still, Y/N remained impassible.
At the end of the workout, I was ready to leave when I overheard her conversation with my manager.
"Can you train the other members tomorrow? They mentioned they’d like a specific group class."
"Of course, no problem." She replied, smiling.
Great. Now she'd be around again.
And that's when everything got worse.
“Damn it Changbin, when you mentioned she was hot, I had no idea she was sooo hot,” Hyunjin comments in a low voice, cupping his hand near his mouth, in an attempt not to be overheard by her.
“How much does she charge to train you? I want her too. I’d pay any amount to see those melons every day,” Han said.
“Suddenly I feel like starting the gym,” It's Lee Know who provokes me.
“Can you guys shut up? Her hearing is really good, you know?” I grumble, annoyed, feeling my blood boil with every mention of desiring my personal trainer.
As soon as the class started, I noticed Jeongin was paying too much attention to her.
First, he laughed at everything she said. His eyes fixed on the trainer, like a mere spectator engrossed in his favorite show. He clearly couldn't hide it.
And then came the last straw.
"Y/N, I know you're not from Korea. Have you had the chance to get to know the city better yet?" Jeongin asked, casually, while taking a break between exercises.
She shook her head, continuing to write down the last set I had completed in her notebook.
"I haven't had time yet. But there seem to be a lot of interesting places."
"If you want, I can show you some cool restaurants." He smiled, too interested for my taste.
My feet were restless, while my breathing became heavy.
Son of a bitch.
I looked at him, trying to convince myself that it wasn't my business. But the truth was, something was burning inside me.
After I had confided all my longings, all my desires and thoughts about the woman beside me. I was stabbed in the back in the blink of an eye.
Damn Maknae.
Before she could answer, I opened my mouth without even thinking:
"She won't have time for sightseeing, Innie." My voice came out drier than I intended, I used the nickname in a failed attempt to soften my tone.
All eyes turned to me.
Jeongin frowned.
"What do you mean? Do you answer for her?"
"She's my personal trainer. She has a strict training plan to prepare." I crossed my arms, feigning indifference. "We don't want her to lose focus, do we?"
Y/N let out a low laugh. Her look betrayed that she was loving being in the middle of a fierce dispute.
"How cute... Are you protecting me from Innie now, Changbin?"
She was enjoying this.
The hatred grew inside me.
She didn't deny his invitation.
Jeongin smiled, throwing me a look of pure provocation before turning his attention back to her.
Son of a bitch.
"If you change your mind, Y/N, let me know. It would be nice to be able to take you out." What the hell was that? One moment he was betting with the members on how long it would take me to get between my trainer's legs, and now he dares to challenge me by trying to poke my two eyes out?
I hated myself for the tightness I felt in my chest.
And even more for the thought that immediately followed.
If she goes out with him, I swear I’m going to break something.
The training continued, but my head wasn't there anymore. Every laugh from Y/N directed at Jeongin was like a stab to my ego. I tried to concentrate, tried to ignore the way she tossed her hair back when he said something funny, as if she was genuinely interested, her neck exposed, the design of her tattoo being touched by the maknae’s dirty hands, all of it was an endless fuel for my irritation.
She was doing it on purpose.
I was sure of it.
And I was losing control.
After the workout, the members began to disperse. Jeongin was the last to leave, waving to Y/N with a big smile.
"Think about what I told you, Y/N. We can set a day."
"Sure, don't worry. You'll be the first one I call, Innie." She replied, smiling back.
The door closed, and silence filled the gym.
Y/N started putting away some equipment, acting as if I wasn't there.
But I was.
And I was pissed.
I approached slowly, leaning against the mirror behind her.
"So this is how it is?" My voice came out low, loaded with irony. "You give me the cold shoulder, but you melt all over Jeongin?"
I wanted to curse her. Confront her actions, expose all my hatred while struggling with the maddening urge to take out my frustration by joining my body to hers, proving it by fulfilling my greatest desire, touching her as I truly long to.
She didn't even bother to look at me.
“You’re still here?” She ignores everything she just heard, refusing to answer me. But she sees the anger channeled in my eyes. “What is it, Changbin? Are you jealous?” She laughs, but without humor.
"If I were, what would you do?" I tilted my head, observing how her breathing wavered for a second.
She dropped the weights she was organizing and finally turned to me.
"I’d say it’s a waste of time. You know very well it's just cheap provocation. It's not like I desire you, or you feel attracted to me…”
“Oh, really? Is that what you think?” I took a step forward. Y/N didn’t back down, and that only fueled my desire to provoke her even more.
"Funny..." I murmured, looking at her lips. "Because, if it's just provocation, why does your body react like that every time I get close?"
My hand went up slowly, grazing her exposed arms. She shivered, but didn't push me away. On the contrary.
"What if I said you're the one reacting, Changbin?" Y/N bit her lip lightly. "You're the one who can't handle the game. You’re the one standing there, looking at me like you’re seconds away from doing something you shouldn’t."
I swallowed hard.
Damn it.
Before I could think, my hand slid to her waist, pulling her abruptly against me. Y/N gasped, but her expression remained defiant.
She wasn't willing to give in…
"If you think I'm going to give in, you're very wrong." Her voice came out firm, but her eyes betrayed something more.
"Is that so?" I tilted my face, rubbing my lips against hers, without actually touching. “Tell me you desire me, I want to hear you say it…”
“I’m not going to say that.” The silence was almost deafening. I could hear her accelerated breathing.
Then I took the initiative.
My lips pressed against hers with urgency, as if I had held that desire for too long. My hands slid to her back, pulling her closer, while her tongue explored my mouth with hunger.
For someone who didn't want it, she came to the well with a lot of thirst.
A low moan escaped her lips when my hand squeezed her waist, slowly descending to her thigh.
"Y/N..." I murmured against her mouth, sliding my fingers along the curve of her hip.
She didn't stop me. On the contrary. Her nails dug lightly into my shoulders, encouraging me to continue.
My hands explored her body, feeling every curve, every subtle tremor of pleasure she tried to hide. Slowly I moved my hand to her groin, opening her legs with a movement, while rubbing the tip of my fingers on her cleft, fearing that if I postponed it, she would give up.
When I slid my lips to her neck, lightly nibbling her sensitive skin, she let out a heavy sigh.
“Are you sure you don’t want me? You’re wet, teacher.” She doesn't answer, just looks at me with anger as I press my thumb against her spot of pleasure.
Y/N’s gaze burned onto me, a mixture of rage and surrender that made her look even more tempting. Her parted lips let out heavy breaths, betraying the internal struggle she was having with herself.
"You don't know how much I want you," My voice came out low, provocative, as my fingers slowly slid over the thin layer of fabric separating her from me. “This wet pussy is making my dick harder and harder.”
“Shut up… This can't happen,” she complains amidst whining longings, with the hem of her leggings in my hands, I pull the fabric down to her heel, taking her panties with it.
I kneel on the floor. Being contemplated with the view from below, with her pussy dripping near my face. Again I bring my fingers to her cleft.
"Then why are you shaking like that?" I insinuate without any shame.
Y/N closed her eyes for a second, as if trying to compose herself, but her body was already responding to my touch.
I pressed my thumb a little more against that sensitive spot, feeling her hip arch slightly.
"Stop it..." Her voice sounded weak, without any conviction.
"Do you really want me to stop?" I leaned into her ear, leaving a warm trail of breath on her skin. "Because everything about you is telling me otherwise, look how this pussy longs to be fucked with my fingers, or do you prefer my tongue?"
A low sigh escaped her lips as my hands found her bare skin, exploring every inch with a torturous slowness. Y/N gripped the machine behind her tightly, as if that could stop her from completely giving in to what was happening.
"Changbin..." My name escaped her mouth as a desperate whisper, a sweet sound that made my own desire pulsate even stronger.
"Shh... Just enjoy." I buried my face between her legs, tracing a path of kisses and soft bites along her warm skin, savoring her surrender, provoking every bit of her until there was no more room for doubt or resistance.
She could deny it with words, but her body told me another story, a story of inevitable surrender.
“Look how this pussy desires me, baby,” I whispered with a voice full of lust, rubbing my tongue between the small lips right after.
“Oh, shit, Changbin…” Nothing could take away the smile that now dominated my lips, as I played with her pussy with my tongue. I wet my fingers in her own lubrication, going crazy with her smell and taste.
“You don't know how much I want to eat you… My dick is completely drooling here.” She moaned, pulling my hair as she rubbed against my mouth. “See? You want me too.”
She doesn't answer, just shoves my face further between her legs, begging to be sucked again.
And I give her what she wants, licking her clitoris in slow and delicate movements, sometimes up and down, sometimes circular. She moans louder and louder, saying my name in a delicious tone of pleasure.
I bring my fingers to her entrance, not considering my strength before starting to fuck her with my hands.
She kicks, cries while pulling my hair harder. Grabbing her own breasts, still covered by the gym top. The nipples straining against the fabric, making me imagine what they would be like.
What color? What shape?
Does she have big or small nipples?
I could barely stay there, I know she was enjoying the pleasure I was providing her, but I couldn't stand all that torture anymore.
I got up from the floor, without taking my fingers out of her, still fucking her pussy without mercy.
I was about to take her somewhere no one could interrupt us, when I whispered:
"Let's get out of here." My voice came out slurred, intoxicated with desire. "Come with me to a hotel."
Y/N seemed to hesitate for a second. But then, with a quick movement, she pulled away, placing her hands against my chest to create distance.
"That was a mistake." Her voice now sounded firmer, as if she was trying to convince herself.
I frowned, still tasting her on my lips.
"A mistake?" My cock was still pulsating wildly.
"Yes." She took a deep breath, adjusting her clothes. "That shouldn't have happened. I got carried away, but it was just a moment... Nothing more than that." I laughed, disbelieving. Not believing she would take it down this path.
"Are you saying that because you want to, or because you're afraid of what might happen?"
She didn't answer.
But I knew that hadn't been just a moment.
I knew that wouldn't end there.
