The white socks were too long, striped black at the top, sliding down my calves as I stretched on the mat. The gym was empty, just weights and mirrors and that green exercise ball in the corner. I wore just the socks, nothing else, skin flushed from the heat, when I heard the door open.
He walked in smelling of outside air, tattooed arms catching my eye immediately. He halted in the doorway, eyes dropping to me on the floor, the socks my only covering. No one spoke. He crossed the room in three strides, hands rough and immediate, mouth on my throat. I gasped as fingers pushed between my legs, finding me soaked already. Embarrassingly so. He knew.
I ended up on the green exercise ball, balancing awkwardly while he drove into me from behind. The socks slid down further, pooling around my ankles as I clutched the ball, knuckles white, making sounds I couldn t control. He turned me onto my back on the mat, folding my legs up so far my knees neared my ears, and I cried out bec
