Working Out the Kinks

Chase was getting into the rhythm of his workout, trying to focus on the burn in his muscles as he pressed the barbell up and down, but his mind kept drifting. There was a hum in his veins, a constant thought buzzing in the back of his mind.

Riley.

He couldn't shake the image of her from earlier in the week. The way her tight sports bra clung to her chest, showing off her curves. It was hard enough to concentrate with her around working out, but since she exploded online, it had gotten worse. Every video, every picture, everything she'd posted, he had loved. From her makeup tutorials, her outfit unboxing, and her OnlyFans. Oh, man, she just uploaded this thing where she had a cucumber between hear breasts, she took a bunch of yogurt, and she...

Chase had to stop. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up with a huge boner in his workout shorts. That would be pretty hard to live down. But he couldn't help it! Her content was addictive! All his friends were in the same boat. Constantly sharing her most recent uploads, talking about how sexy she is, guessing what she would do next. He'd put a monthly donation toward GirleyRiley, as had almost everyone he knew, hoping to encourage her to keep going. And she didn't disappoint.

He wiped his hand over his face, shaking his head. He'd never been this way about a girl. Sure, he'd had crushes, girlfriends, but this was so much more. He couldn’t get her out of his mind.

A noise near the entrance of the gym snapped him from his thoughts.

There she was.

Riley.

She entered like she owned the place, blonde hair bouncing with each step, her tight leggings hugging every inch of her lithe body. The tight pink sports bra she wore was... distracting. He felt his pulse quicken, his hands instinctively tightening on the dumbbells. He wanted to keep it cool. He had to.

But damn. She looked good. So good.

"Riley!" he called, almost too eagerly.

She flashed him a wide grin, making his heart skip. "Chase!" she said, practically gliding toward him.

"Looking... incredible," he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Riley just laughed and winked, that little flirtatious move that drove him wild. "Oh, you know me,” she said, running a hand down the side of her waist, making sure to press her curves just enough to leave an impression. "A girl's gotta keep her body tight if she wants to keep the people interested."

His mouth went dry. She was so perfect. How did she do that? How was she this confident, this radiant? He could hardly believe someone like her was even talking to him. But there she was, teasing him, making him feel like he was the only one in the room.

She took a small step toward him, her body inches from his.

"I hope you've still been watching my stuff," she asked, her voice light and playful. "Sometimes I'm thinking about you when I make it."

He swallowed, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. He wanted to speak, but nothing came out. Thinking about him?! Yeah, right. She was so incredible, could have any guy. Why would she think about him?

She raised an eyebrow, that mischievous glint in her eye. "Did you see the one with the cucumber?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave.

Chase nodded, sheepish. "Yeah. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I kept wishing that instead of a cucumber, you know, what it would feel like..." Chase paused, realizing what he was saying, then went red, "What I mean to say is that you're amazing. You're so talented. That thing with the whipped cream, and the thing where you suck on the lollipop and talk dirty..."

Riley's smile stretched wider, as though she knew exactly how to play this. "Well, I hope you can't get enough of me," she teased, her words almost a dare.

His heart raced. He wanted to say something witty, something cool, but he couldn't. He was frozen. She was right there, and her gaze was locked on him. The air between them felt electric.

"Yeah?" he asked, barely more than a breath.

Riley didn't answer directly. Instead, she reached forward and placed her hand lightly on his pecs, just enough for him to feel the heat of her palm through his shirt.

"Yeah," she answered.

His breath hitched, his body reacting before his brain could catch up.

Chase's entire body was on fire. He felt like his chest was tightening, like the only thing he could focus on was the soft pressure of her fingers.

But she wasn't done yet. No, Riley flashed him that look again, and with a wink, she pulled away, taking a few steps toward the treadmills.

Chase was left standing there, his mind scrambling to catch up with what had just happened. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her walk away, her body swaying just enough to make him feel like he was losing control.

Then, it happened.

As Riley bent over to grab her water bottle, she accidentally pressed her backside into him. It wasn't intentional, but the way her body fit against him—God, the feel of her ass pressing right against his groin—was enough to make his pulse spike.

A soft, strangled moan escaped him before he could stop it.

Riley lingered there for just a moment, pressing back against him, then a moment more. His hands twitched, almost reaching out to grab her, but he didn't. He couldn’t. This wasn’t happening.

But fuck, it felt too real.

She pressed back, that firm, round ass pushing into him, daring him to make a move. Chase's mind felt like it was short circuiting. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. All he could feel was the pulse in his groin, the heat of her body pressing into him, the thrill of having her so close. Having GirleyRiley so close.

When she finally straightened up and walked away, his body remained tense, the lingering sensation of her against him making it impossible to focus on anything else.

"See you later, Chase," she called over her shoulder, her voice like silk, pulling him back to reality. But he wasn't in the moment anymore. His mind was elsewhere, racing.

He turned away, throwing himself back into his set, but he couldn’t shake the image of her—the way she pressed against him, the way her body felt, how fucking good it was to feel that contact.

But now, he needed relief. His body ached. It was almost unbearable. His cock was painfully hard, a throbbing need he couldn't ignore. He could feel the frustration building, the tension in his gut as he continued to lift, but it was useless. Every rep, every set, just made the ache worse. It wouldn't be long before someone noticed, before fingers were pointed, before he was called a pervert.

He had to get out of here.

He grabbed his gym bag, leaving the weights with a quick, frustrated motion, and stormed out of the gym. He needed to get home. He needed to find relief.

Because Riley had given him a taste, and now—he couldn't stop thinking about it.