Chapter 3

3.

I turned around and froze.

A man who had to be six-foot-five walked out of the locker room shirtless, drying himself off.

One look at what he was packing, and my knees went weak. I had to grab Liam's arm to stay upright.

"Whoa, Eia, you okay?"

Liam caught me, having no clue his girlfriend just peaked just by looking at another man's junk.

I forced my voice to stop trembling. "I'm... I'm fine. Just a little dizzy..."

Liam didn't notice my eyes were glued to his coworker's crotch as he continued the introductions.

I was surrounded, like a lamb among wolves.

The three men were staring at me. I was certain they realized I wasn't wearing a bra.

Especially the last one, Wyatt Stone.

He was staring directly at my crotch with a knowing, filthy smirk.

I was losing control. My legs wouldn't stop shaking.

It had been two months since I felt truly filled.

Now, three massive, well-endowed men were standing right there. The sheer scent of their pheromones gave me a phantom orgasm.

I peaked again, right there in the middle of the gym.

Feeling the floodgates open, I pushed Liam away.

"I need the restroom. Where is it?"

I scrambled to a stall and sat down. My thong was completely soaked.

I sighed. There was no wearing this thing anymore.

After cleaning up, I felt a wave of guilt. How did I become such a mess?

The restroom was at the back of the locker room.

As I walked out, I saw a pair of gym shorts and some very large underwear hanging on a hook.

Wyatt had just come out of the shower, so these had to be his.

Thinking about his naked body and that impossible size, my heat returned.

I couldn't stop myself. I reached out and grabbed his underwear.

I saw a faint dampness on the fabric and pressed it to my nose, inhaling deeply.

The musk of a dominant male hit me like a drug.

I reached down, touching myself through my skirt.

I closed my eyes, imagining Wyatt pinning me down and using me.

I started moaning softly, but just as I was about to hit the edge, a hand slapped my ass hard.

Smack!

The sound echoed in the quiet room.

I gasped, but the stinging pain only pushed me over the cliff. I shuddered into a massive climax, clutching the fabric.

My legs gave out, and I started to fall.

But a pair of huge hands caught me.

I shook for a long time before I could look up. It was Wyatt.

My face turned bright red.

I was caught!