Page 66 of Mommy

My eyes go wide and wider. So wide that I feel like they will pop out of my head when I try to blink.

“Wh—what?”

A grin slips into place on his handsome features.

He shaved this morning, but only a trim, leaving a faint blond stubble on his cheeks and chin. Somehow it makes him look 10 times better and I have a hard time focusing on anything around him.

“You heard me. Wrap your legs around me.” He lifts an eyebrow. “Unless of course you want to do the pull up without my help.”

Damn him.

He knows that’s not really an option for me. My arms and back are already on fire from hanging here like a ripe fruit. So I do the only thing I can if I don’t want to fall back to the floor; I wrap my legs around Derek’s waist.

The relief is so immediate it drags a small sigh from my lips. My arms are no longer threatening to turn into ashes and even the smug grin on Derek’s face isn’t enough to make me regret my decision.

I’m wearing leggings and a sports bra. I had one of Derek’s huge shirts on but he made me take it off before I jumped on the bar for the pull up.

He said, it would be in the way and I can see why now. The dress length fabric would’ve definitely made it harder for me to hold on to him.

Now, with nothing in the way, I can feel him lined up against me. His abs contract against my thighs when he speaks, making my stomach flutter like a trapped bird.

Maybe, if I wasn’t feeling like my grip would slip any second, I could actually enjoy this position.

“Good job.” Derek murmurs, so quiet that only I can hear him. “Now do a pull up.”

I’m not going to lie. I’m 100% sure that Derek is doing not only his pull up but at least half of mine too, but I am doing something. I know, because my back starts burning again.

When we reach the peek of the movement, I angle my upper body back to keep from bumping my head into the bar. And since I’m not a calisthenic pro that ultimately means I’m using my hips to push my upper body away. Which means I’m actually pushing my hips into Derek’s.

The deep moan that follows sends a shiver down my spine, every hair on my body coming to a stand.

Chapter thirty five

Derek

“Another.”

Originally I only wanted her to do one, but now that she’s wrapped around me so tightly… I can’t help it.

I especially can’t help it because she’s grinding herself against my already rock hard dick, and I don’t want to go back to the locker room with a tent in my gym shorts.

Ivy groans, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from following her lead.

We do another pull up, and again at the very top she grinds her hips against mine. Through the leggings she’s wearing I can feel every bit of her, so perfectly flush against me.

“Stay up.” I grind out through clenched teeth.

She does, or at least she tries. Her muscles are shaking and the vibrations have my cock twitching against her. Her legs tighten around my waist, trying to assist her failing back muscles by pushing against me, and I swear I’m about to come in my pants. Too bad she insisted on wearing light grey leggings, black would’ve hidden that spill so much better.

“Derek.” She gasps out, and I groan in unison with her, though probably for a different reason. Ivy is almost no weight for me to hold in a pull up.

“Another.”

Just one fucking more.

And then I’ll let her down.

This time on the way up her muscles finally give out and her entire weight is falling onto me. She’s still grabbing the bar with her hands, but her legs around me hold her to me more than her fingers hold her to the bar. Her body rests on my hips, and I use it to thrust against her. Just a tiny bit, just enough to let her feel exactly how hard I am for her.