A Post-Workout Workout

“That’s a wrap, folks.” Uncle Hawk ends practice with a chain of high-fives and most of the guys on the team hurry into the showers, eager to catch flights home for the holidays. 

I smile and take my time unlacing my cleats. My holiday treat is waiting for me at my apartment right now. Our apartment? Cara keeps saying she lives with both Jay and me, but I think I’ll get a firm commitment once she sees what I have planned for Christmas. 

Once I’m barefoot and shirtless, I head to the training room to stretch my back. Everything’s been feeling great for the past few months, mostly because I spend more time on the therapy table than I do on the grass. 

The trainers usually blast music while they work, but the hall is oddly quiet as I approach. Everyone must really be in a hurry to start their break. I frown as I round the corner and see the room is empty. There’s a piece of paper on one of the tables.

I walk over to read the note addressed to STAG, BACK, but I jump when I hear the door slam shut behind me. I turn to find Cara turning the deadbolt, a wicked grin on her face.

“Babe?” She shakes her head. “What’s going on?”

Cara taps her lip and approaches me slowly. She smells like jasmine and I want to inhale her scent, but I’m distracted by this odd situation. “The team owners sent everyone home for their break.” Cara hops up on the padded table and pats the space beside her. “I said I’d make sure you follow your notes.” She tips a chin at the list in my hand, which I see is a set of instructions for me to stretch.

I sit beside Cara and point at the first exercise. “Cobra,” Cara says, hissing as she gathers her hair into a loose ponytail.

I lie on my stomach and push up onto my forearms, pressing my hips into the table, which makes me more aware of a growing concern in my crotch. “Are you just going to watch me stretch?” I turn my head from side to side, slowly, as instructed.

“I might.” Cara cranes her neck to stare at my ass while I stretch, which does nothing for my groin situation. “It’s cat, cow next, right? Let me see you arch that spine, Stag.”

I move onto hands and knees and slowly roll my spine, wondering what on earth is going on. Cara pinches my butt and I yelp. “You’re weird, you know that? Watching me stretch…”

She climbs down from the table and backs up to lean against one of the other tables. “Nothing weird about watching a sexy man gyrate like this. With no shirt on? Mmmm.”

I wag my butt at her in between reps, not sure how this is turning her on, but somehow dramatically turned on myself. “Planks next, Wes.”

I grumble a bit and dig my toes into the padded table, clenching my core and holding myself up on straight arms through five slow inhales and exhales. I saw that the next set of stretches are done on my back, so I roll over and bring one knee to my chest, groaning at the sensation as my body loosens up.

I close my eyes and focus on the stretch, but open them in a flash when I feel the heat and presence of my girlfriend kneeling in between my legs. “Huh?”

“I can’t wait anymore, Wesley. You’ve been gone all day. Now you’re shirtless and barefoot and groaning and there’s no way you could expect me to keep my hands off of you for another second.”

I let my sweaty leg drop from my hands and Cara pounces on top of me. There are worse ways to cool down after practice. Like…every other way I’ve ever cooled down. I extend a hand to her curls, burying my fingers in the dark tendrils. “Well, put your hands on me, then.” I grin, but not for long because she dives on top of me and leans in for a kiss. 

I love how each time with her feels exhilarating. Challenging. Cara kisses me like she’s trying out for the kiss Olympics, and I’m the ref. So I give it back to her with the same intensity. I’m about to roll us over so I can stare down at her beautiful face, when I notice the floor to ceiling mirrors behind her.

Suddenly, nothing on this earth matters more than me fucking Cara in front of those mirrors so we can both see how hot we are together. “Take your shirt off,” I whisper, pinching at her nipples through the material. I rise up onto my knees to help her and smile when she strips out of her sweats and panties, too. 

In a flash, we’re both naked on the table and she’s licking at my collar bones. “You taste salty, and I like it.” 

“You’ve always been filthy, Cara.” I palm her boob with one hand, using the other to haul her hips close to mind so I can grind against her hip. She starts wriggling in my arms until I spin her so we can both stare at her in the mirror. 

I pull her against my chest and guide her face toward the glass. “Look.” I nip at her neck, glancing at our reflection. Her eyes are half-lidded and she bites at those plump lips as she writhes on the table. 

“Oh my god, Wes.” I slide a hand down her stomach, slowly, letting my palm skate along her firm muscles until my fingertips reach the moist heat between her legs. She sinks back against my chest when I slide a finger inside her.

Both of us up on our knees, staring at our reflection, I bite at her shoulder and fuck her with my finger, letting the palm of my hand press against her clit, but not enough so that she comes. Not yet. 

My cock lies flat against my stomach, pressed between her ass cheeks as Cara rocks her hips. I use my other hand to lash her tight against me, holding her close as her movements become frantic. Her hands grab for my face, turning me in to kiss her and swallow the sounds she lets loose. “I need to come,” she whimpers. 

I nod and, with a gentle push to her shoulder, guide her to her hands and knees at the edge of the table closest to the mirror. I look at myself in the mirror, stretched above her with my cock in my hand, her hair falling over her face, but not enough to hide the sight of her tits shaking as her chest moves with her breath. “Fuck, this is so hot.” 

Cara nods and groans and shakes her butt at me, calling me back to the situation at hand. “Now who’s doing cat, cow? Hm?” I smack her backside and she yelps, but she looks over her shoulder with such an expression of lust on her face that I can’t even take the time to do it again and see if that’s something she wants to add in to our sex life. 

No, this situation requires immediate escalation. I rest my left hand on her glorious hip and use my right to line myself up at her glistening entrance. When I slide inside, Cara and I both release strangled groans. Sunk to the hilt, I freeze and stare at the mirror, burning this image into my brain. “Fuck, baby. Just, fuck.”

“Mmm, Wes, please.” Cara arches her back and rolls her spine and all bets are off. I start to fuck her slowly, with long, deep strokes, both hands on her hips as I move. We both watch. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. 

Cara yelps and clenches her pussy and I feel my orgasm tingling in the base of my spine. I reach a hand around her to rub her clit, needing her to get off before I explode. 

Cara detonates and her head flies back, giving me a perfect view of her tits and stomach and, further back between her legs, the sight of me sliding in and out of her body. 

I grunt and haul her up so her back is against my chest while I fuck her, both of us kneeling on the table, both of us sweating as Cara thrashes and comes on my cock. “Wes, yes, god, yes. Oh, baby, I love you so fucking much.”

I glance over my shoulder, making sure the deadbolt is indeed turned, and I clamp a hand over Cara’s mouth as she rides out the rest of her pleasure waves. She sags her head on my shoulder and I redouble my efforts. Cara stretches her arms up and around my neck and I almost pass out at the sight of her body like this, arched for me. Displayed for me. Taut and vulnerable, sated and drunk on her orgasm, with me.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” I shout it before it happens, and my entire body spasms as I spray into her. Shuddering, shaking, I explode as I growl and we both collapse onto the table, heaving and panting. We’re slippery with sweat and all sorts of other bodily fluids and I don’t know why, but I start laughing as I hold her tight.

“We are a mess.” I dot kisses along her shoulder.

“Mm, you love it.”

“I do, Cara. I love it. I love you. I love us.”

She rolls in my arms and plants a kiss on my chest, right above my heart on my tattoo. “I love you, too, Wes. So much.”

Thank you for reading this post-workout workout scene with Wes and Cara! The Stag family adventures continue in Forging Legacy. Grab your copy now to keep reading.