NOVEL NEXT Chapter 115: Squat and Thrust
Nash and Jaz hit the makeshift gym in the corner, rusty weights, a bench, some machines scavenged from who-knows-where.
Jaz suggested starting with bench press, and Nash agreed, figuring he'd gauge her strength first.
She lay back on the bench, gripping the bar, her massive boobs rising with each breath as she pumped out reps effortlessly, 10, 30, 50 without breaking a sweat.
Nash spotted from the head, hands hovering under the bar, but she didn't need the help. When it was his turn, he matched her reps, but barely, his arms burning by the end.
... Damn, she's strong. Like, freakishly strong for that body.
Jaz won the set, her face flushed with a shy smile, but she didn't gloat, just nodded when he said, "Alright, next one... squats?"
"Y-yeah," she breathed, already moving to the rack.
Squats were her domain. She loaded the bar heavy, dipped low with perfect form, her jiggly ass flexing and rising like a hypnotic wave.
Nash watched from behind, spotting by placing his hands lightly on her hips for "support," but she powered through 40 reps easy.
His turn? He struggled on the last few, form slipping. Another win for her.
Pull-ups next, she hung from the bar, body taut, cranking out 45 clean ones, muscles rippling under her skin. Nash hit 38, grunting. Okay, this girl's a beast. Three down, and she's dominating. Time to switch tactics.
By dumbbell curls, Nash had his idea.
She's beating me straight-up, but I know her well... I need to use her weakness to make her lose focus.
He grabbed the weights, curling slow and deliberate, but his eyes locked on her body openly now, the way her sports bra clung to her sweat-slicked boobs, the faint outline of her hardening nipples.
He let his gaze drop lower, to the curve of her hips, the way her leggings hugged her crotch. All these stimulus had the desired effect, and his monster throbbed to life, bulging prominently in his shorts.
Jaz noticed mid-rep, her eyes widening as she curled, a flush creeping up her neck.
W... what is he... Oh shit... he's staring. Right at my... down there. And he's... hard? For me? Oh shit, shit, shit... Don't... if you keep looking....
But it was too late. With the strains of the efforts and his gaze, she became too conscious of the situation, and soon, something else than sweat was wetting her pant.
Shit, am I getting wet? He's gonna see that I'm wet if I keep sweating like this... no, focus, Jaz!
She faltered on her 10th rep, dumbbells dipping lower than they should. Nash smirked, finishing his set strong.
"Got you there," he said casually, but his voice was huskier. "Alright, next... leg presses?"
"Mm-hmm," she agreed breathlessly, avoiding his eyes but stealing glances at his bulge.
Leg presses: She slid into the machine, feet on the platform, thighs spreading wide as she pushed.
Nash "spotted" from the side, but positioned himself for a clear view of her crotch, staring shamelessly.
The leggings stretched thin, and sure enough, a subtle dampness showed, putting the lines of her crotch in better display.
Jaz's mind raced.
He's looking right at it... he sees I'm wet. From him? God, his eyes are burning holes... I should stop, but... it feels good. Too good. Reps... count the reps...
Her pushes slowed, form crumbling as she bit her lip. Nash won that set handily, his own reps fueled by the sight.
They shifted to ab crunches using the decline bench, which forced one to lie back while the other held their legs down.
Nash took the floor first, head tilted back, and Jaz leaned over to brace his knees.
Her sweaty body hovered directly above his face, each rep bringing her chest and stomach closer until drops of sweat slid from her jaw onto his face, landing near his lips.
She held her breath.
Oh no, my sweat... on him. Gross? Uh?!
Nash grinned and flicked his tongue at the salty bead, making her blush and lose focus.
When it was her turn, Nash knelt besides her head, pretending he would be more useful on this side, which put his crotch right beside her head.
Every rep forced her to lower close to it, the musky scent distracting her, her eyes flicking toward the bulge each time.
Fuck... His scent... Why does he smell so good?
Her rhythm faltered, arms trembling, until she collapsed with a frustrated gasp. Another win for him.
"Back to squats for round two?" he suggested above her.
"Yeah... okay," she panted, her pervy side winning over shyness, eyes lingering on his tented shorts.
This time, Nash spotted from behind properly, standing close, his hands on her hips again, but now his bulge brushed against her jiggly ass with each dip.
On her third rep, she felt it fully: hard, throbbing, rubbing as she rose and fell.
His dick... against my ass. So big... I can feel the heat through the clothes. God, if I push back just a little... no, Jaz, you're with Jinzo! But... it feels so good... I'm soaking now, he must smell it...
She lost count, reps stuttering to a halt. Nash powered through his, grinding subtly on purpose.
Dumbbell curls again. She lay on the bench for overhead extensions now, Nash spotting overhead.
His bulge hovered right by her face, inches away.
Oh fuck... that bulge... That penis he use on Nia... and Alicia... so close. I could just turn my head and... smell it. No! But... one sniff wouldn't hurt...
Her arms shook, extensions weak.
During Nash's turn, more sweat dripped from her onto him, and once again, he let it hit slide to his lips, smirking and licking it off slowly.
He's tasting me again... my sweat. Like he wants more... I... I feel like he's devouring me...
Nash won.
Leg presses round two: Thighs wide, Nash staring at her damp crotch openly.
She barely hit five reps.
Planks: Faces closer now, breaths mingling hot and heavy. Nash's scent enveloped her, filling her lungs, raw, intoxicating.
His breath on my skin... inhaling him is making me throb. Our smells together...
Her heart beat louder when she said together. In her head, this sounder lewder than anything she said till now.
Sweaty, horny. I want to lose myself, just grind against him here... But Jinzo... God, I'm such a perv...
She broke first.
With five wins under his belt, Nash eyed her during the break.
Just a little more, and she'll crack completely. That body's trembling, eyes hazy. If I win this last one, quest complete. She's on the edge, just a little push.
"What's next?" he asked, voice teasing.
She hesitated, then suggested breathlessly,
"How about... the pulling the thread challenge? Like tug-of-war with that resistance band over there. First to pull the other off balance wins."
Perfect, Nash thought.
They grabbed the thick band, looping it around their waists for leverage, standing facing each other, feet planted. Nash stared her down, thinking.
She's strong, but distracted. One good pull...
"Ready?"
She nodded, gripping tight. They started, tension building, pulling hard.
But Jaz, fueled by pent-up frustration, overpowered him quickly. With a surge of strength, she yanked, sending Nash flying toward her.
"Eh?"
"Eh?"
They tumbled in a heap, Nash on his back, her sprawling over him, but in the fall, his crotch ended up right under her nose.
She paused, her face inches from the bulge straining his shorts, the thick outline brushing her cheek as she panted.
The size was impossible to ignore, heavy erotic heat that she could feel through the damp fabric.
She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the raw, musky scent of his arousal, it burned into her brain like a drug, dizzying and delicious.
She shuddered, lips parting, a wild grin twisting her sweaty face.
"Fuck this," she growled, flipping him fully onto his back in one fierce motion.
She straddled him, her massive thighs clamping his hips, sweat rolling down her chest and dripping onto him as she hovered above.
Mouth open, eyes hazed, she rubbed her soaked crotch hard against the thick length trapped in his shorts, grinding until she felt it pulse back.
Her hands pressed him down, dominant and desperate, her breath ragged. Then, eyes deranged and lips curling, she leaned closer, hovering over his face, and let a thick drop of saliva fall deliberately onto his mouth.
They locked eyes, frozen in the heat, her saliva warm on his mouth, bodies pressed slick together.
Then, snap back to reality.
She gasped.