The Camgirl Pt. 73

LXIII: Someone's Coming

Liam and Blake

Liam

"C'mon dude, you can do it!"

"I'm doing it."

"Just two more!"

"Ugh!"

Liam grunted, letting himself fall back onto the mat, chest heaving as he sucked in desperate breaths of air. He closed his eyes for a moment, then wiped an arm across his sweaty brow and looked up at Blake. She grinned down at him.

"You're evil," he said, laying back on the mat, eyes closed, "Working out with you was a mistake."

She stuck her tongue out, "Baby. You'll thank me later. Now get up--my turn."

Liam took a few deep breaths, then reached up and gripped the bar, pulling himself upright with tired arms. He did enjoy how Blake stole a few glances at his arms as he did so, however. Once he was clear, she sat down on the mat, then laid down and situated herself before gripping the bar and starting her exercise.

Liam watched her movements as he recovered from what she'd put him through. Despite his complaints, he was glad he'd come to the gym with Blake. She was..."impressive" didn't seem enough to describe her. More than once, Liam had found himself a bit envious of her discipline and level of fitness.

When Blake had told him that she really needed to go to the gym today--due to Thanksgiving food, her lack of attendance since break started, and skipping her morning workout--she'd told Liam he shouldn't feel pressured to come with her. He'd jumped at the opportunity, of course. Sex was great, but he wanted more than that from Blake. And he had a bit of a thing for muscles on girls and seeing them work out.

Blake's pale skin grew a bit red, face flushed, as she knocked out rep after rep of her inverted rows. Liam wished she would have worn a tank top or sports bra or something that showed off her arms and back. She was wearing one. It was just hidden under her zipped-up dark grey hoodie. Liam didn't blame her for that, given her desire to avoid attention and recognition, though he didn't see how she hadn't managed to burst into flames with the hoodie and a beanie concealing her blue hair. He usually wore as little clothing as possible when working out. He'd worn sweatpants just due to the cold outside, but for a shirt he'd just worn an old tank top that covered him just enough to be decent and keep barbell squats from being uncomfortable against his back.

Those white yoga pants look really good, though.

That was one thing that had confused Liam. The color itself was pretty eye-catching, especially on her, and the stitching and vents put in drew the eye even more. Solid black yoga pants would have worked better for blending in, especially with her choice in hoodie. He didn't say anything, though. The white looked really good.

With a final grunt, then puff of air, Blake let herself fall to the mat, taking a moment to rest as Liam had.

Her face was flushed and sweat shone just below the edge of her beanie.

She's so beautiful.

"We finally done?" Liam asked, hopeful. He was tired--though in a good way--and could already feel how sore he would be for the next two days.

Blake opened one eye and grinned at him, still drawing heavy breaths.

"Almost. Just gotta cool down with some stretching."

Liam rolled his eyes, but stood up, then extended a hand to help Blake to her feet. She took it, smiling.

"Back upstairs by the track?" he asked.

Blake nodded, pulling him in that direction.

Though he knew its importance, Liam didn't usually allot time for stretching at the end of his workouts. Especially when working out with Swar or Eli, though his friend Matt sometimes roped him into it. Usually, he would just walk out and start back toward his dorm, using the twenty-minute walk back as his cooldown.

With Blake, though, he didn't mind.

Once up by the track, where they found some mats and room to stretch near the wall, Blake led them through a routine similar to the one they'd done upon arriving at the gym. After that, they'd run for a bit before switching to weights. They'd been able to move from station to station pretty quickly due to the lack of people.

Apparently, it was back-day for Blake, which Liam had welcomed. For most of the workout--he'd lifted heavier weights given his larger size, though she lifted more than he'd expected--he'd gone at a bit slower or lighter pace than Blake. He'd outshone her in pullups--he could do more than she could, and with a twenty-five pound plate hanging from his waist--but in everything else, she'd been like one of those fitness instructors who never really looked like they were working as hard as you were, even if they outperformed you. Blake hadn't given him too much shit for lagging, though she had made a few jokes about how he'd need to up his game to keep up with her in bed. That was when Liam had realized that she hadn't been teasing him as much as he was used to. Not overtly, at least. Sneaking glances at her ass or her legs while they stretched couldn't really be avoided with her wearing those pants.

As he worked through Blake's stretching routine with her, Liam found himself glancing more and more at her lower half.

Is she wearing anything underneath? She said she has to sometimes because she's too wet.

He didn't see any lines underneath the yoga pants, though. And they were tight.

Is she wearing a plug? Would she do that while working out?

Liam tried to dismiss such thoughts and focus on finishing their workout. For a while, he was able to. It was nice. They didn't really need to talk much. Just being with Blake made Liam smile.

Eventually, however, they did a stretch that brought Liam's gaze back to Blake's ass. The more he tried to clear his mind of what they'd done this morning or what was underneath those seemingly painted-on pants, the more insistent those thoughts became. By the time he and Blake finished the last stretch, Liam's boxer briefs were very uncomfortable, though he was glad he'd worn them.

When Blake got up and looked over at him, her eyes were drawn down, and a smug grin curled the corners of her mouth. Liam blushed, thankful for the lack of other people.

Blake dragged him over to the nearby water fountain to get a drink and put away the mats, saying nothing. Once they'd both had a drink, Blake looked around, then glanced at him.

"It's pretty empty today."

Liam nodded, "It's nice. Normally, Swar and I have to wait at least ten-to-fifteen minutes to get one of the squat racks to ourselves."

Blake looked up, eyes darting somewhere past Liam. Then her gaze settled back on him and she took his hand again. Liam raised an eyebrow as she started walking backward, pulling him along. She brought him around a little corner where some of the equipment was stored and pushed him back against the wall before pulling his head down for a kiss.

Liam responded instinctively, embracing Blake and pulling her to him as he deepened the kiss. Her lips were salty with sweat, but he liked the new taste. Most of all, he enjoyed the softness of her lips against his own, and the hungry, almost desperate energy with which she kissed him. He moaned into her mouth when she ground her hips against his, torturing his confined, throbbing cock.

When Blake finally broke the kiss, she leaned her forehead against his, deep blue eyes gazing up at him through long lashes. For a moment, they just gazed at each other drawing in heavy breaths.

Then Blake grinned.

"I like working out with you, but that was way too long to go without doing that."

Liam grinned back, "Agreed."

Blake opened her mouth, then bit her lip, eyes darting away from his from a moment.

"What?"

She gazed at him, then sighed, "I thought I could last until we got back to my place, but..."

She bit her lip again.

Liam raised an eyebrow and she sighed, rolling her eyes. Then she leaned in close.

"There's basically no one here, and there aren't any mirrors or cameras around that would give us away if we stay in this spot."

Liam frowned, "Why..."

His eyes went wide when he realized what Blake was getting at, "You want to--here?"

Blake grinned, "I don't want to have sex. Well, I do, but that would be way too risky. I was hoping you'd be okay with me sucking your cock though."

Liam swallowed hard, "Fuck. Yes. I mean--Are you sure we won't get caught, though?"

Blake nodded, grinning, "As long as you're not too loud. I'll be quiet and listen for anyone coming. You just enjoy it."

She bit her lip again, "Please?"

Liam gazed at her, that innocent-but-definitely-not-innocent lip-bite expression making his boxers even more uncomfortable, then nodded.

Blake's grin split her face, and she leaned up for another kiss. It was shorter than the previous one but left him just as breathless.

Liam watched, not entirely believing what he was seeing, as Blake squatted down on his heels and pulled at the waistband of his sweats.

A shiver ran up Liam's spine as Blake hooked her fingers around his sweats and boxers and tugged down, freeing his rapidly hardening cock. It bobbed for a moment in front of her face before stopping to point straight out from his hips, painfully hard. A quiet moan slipped from his lips as Blake's delicate fingers curled around the base.

Oh fuck.

"Shhh!" she hissed quietly, one finger to her lips, "You're supposed to be quiet, remember? Didn't I lose a bet to you over something like this yesterday?"

"Sorry," Liam gasped, fingers flexing at his sides, "It just felt really good."

Blake smiled at him, "Try a little harder, then--cuz I'm going to be trying to make you cum as fast and hard as possible, okay?"

Liam steadied himself, then nodded.

Blake's smile deepened. Then she opened her mouth and took half his length in her mouth at once. Liam almost cracked his jaw from keeping in the moan that brought forth.

***

Blake

Blake's eyes rolled back in her head as Liam's taste filled her senses, struggling not to moan around the hard, thick cock filling her mouth. His cock was a little sweaty, but that just added a bit of salt to the taste.

She'd tried to get it all the way down her throat in one go, but it was too big for that and not wet enough. So, she worked it down from the halfway point. His scent filled her head as she took his cock deeper, loving how the head stretched her throat. She swallowed, taking in the last bit, then moaned around Liam's cock as her nose pressed into his pelvis. He hissed, fists clenching at his sides. His reaction made Blake shudder.

Underwear was definitely a good idea.

She would have preferred to go without it, but she'd started getting wetter than usual the moment Liam had started working out. Now...there would probably be a stain on the crotch of her nice white yoga pants if she had forgone panties.

Blake swallowed again. Liam didn't hiss or moan this time, but his cock twitched in her mouth. Blake had to restrain herself from slipping a hand into her panties. Feeling his cock throb within her and seeing his restrained reactions to her attentions made her burn with need for something inside her. She didn't even have a plug in her ass--she'd learned that those didn't mix too well with her kind of workouts.

Swallowing again, her throat clenching down on Liam's cock, Blake took his hands from his sides and brought them to her head. She let out a soft, satisfied moan as he flexed his fingers, then gripped her head through her hood. They would have felt better threaded through her hair, but that could wait until they got back to her apartment.

Blake would have liked to simply keep her head where it was, nose pressed against Liam's pelvis, lips wrapped around the base of his cock, his balls resting against her chin, but milking him with her throat would take a bit longer than she was comfortable with.

She decided to jerk him off with her throat.

Blake moved her hands to grasp Liam's ass, giving the firm, round cheeks a gentle squeeze. The feeling of them beneath her fingers, as well as the way Liam's cock twitched in her mouth, made her pussy clench, hungry for his cock.

Then she withdrew her head, just a bit--maybe an inch or two--before pressing her nose back into his pelvis. Liam's fingers tightened on her head for a moment, and Blake knew this was the right choice. She did it again, closing her eyes, feeling the veins and ridges of his cock against her lips, her tongue, her throat. He stretched her throat and her jaw, but fuck, it made her so wet.

Blake did it again. And again. She sped up a bit with each successive movement, trying her best to mimic a jerking-off motion with her throat. If Blake had it her way--Liam would never have to use his own hands on his cock ever again. She didn't know if he would be ready for that yet, but she loved the idea. Imagining him just coming up to her and telling her that he needed to cum, with the expectation that she would get him off regardless of what she was doing at the time, made her so fucking wet. She wanted more than that, of course, but she wanted to trust Liam enough and feel comfortable enough with him that him using her like that wouldn't cause issues for them.

Though, I would probably be the one initiating it most of the time, considering my current situation.

Blake had never really done anything like this. Clubs didn't count--that was half the point of them, and anything she'd done on dancefloors was not only expected, but usually pretty covert given the dim lighting and mass of people intoxicated in one way or another. The thrill made her even more desperate for Liam's cock.

Fuck, if Liam ever drags me into a corner and tells me he needs me right then, I'd probably cum just from that.

Blake didn't know if that was technically possible, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. She didn't think Liam was brazen or desperate enough to try that, though. And she didn't think she'd be able to tease him enough to push him to such an action without just jumping him first. Though the idea of it sent shivers down her spine.

As Blake continued jerking Liam off with her throat, her mind drifted back to their workout, fueling the desperate need in her core.

She'd known that feeling Liam's eyes on her as she stretched would make her horny enough as it was and had worn her white yoga pants to give him an especially good view of her ass. Wearing the matching sports bra would have been even better, as it would have given Liam a nice view of her abs and her back, but then she would have been wearing just a beanie to cover her hair. Without the hoodie, it made her look bald--not the sexiest look, especially with her complexion and bone-structure.

Watching Liam work out, though...

Fuck, I need him to do that naked some time.

The tank top he'd worn had seemed a bit douchey at first, but Blake had been able to overlook that pretty quickly. Being able to see his arms and shoulders and especially his upper back as they worked out had drenched her panties. She couldn't remember ever being angrier at clothes for existing. Or other people for being around, preventing her from ripping off that tank top to kiss every inch of Liam's muscled back before fucking him right then and there. Blake was glad that he seemed to think she knew enough about lifting to listen to her when she told him to go slower in his movements. It probably did help in some ways, but Blake had just wanted to watch his muscles ripple and flex with every movement he made.

Images of Liam doing naked push-ups, deadlifts, and pull-ups flashed through Blake's mind as she continued to pleasure his cock.

I wonder if he'll strip and do a few squats for me when we get back. Just so I can see what his ass looks like when he does.

Blake had reached the conclusion over the past few days that Liam had zero clue how incredible his ass was. She had some ideas on how to rectify that and let him know exactly how much she appreciated his wonderful booty.

Blake was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't register the urgency in Liam's voice at first, or the pressure with which he was pushing at her head.

"Blake. Fuck, I don't want you to stop, but I heard--someone's coming."

Liam's words sent a wave of pleasure through her, pussy twitching at the idea of someone seeing her with his huge cock down her throat.

Not in real life, idiot.

As quietly and quickly as she could, Blake pulled her head off of Liam's cock, sucking as she did so to ensure she didn't have any ropes of saliva hanging from her mouth. She stilled her breathing, for a moment, and heard it. Rising to her feet, Blake hastily tucked Liam's cock back into his pants, then shoved him back into the corner, out of view.

"Stay here, I got this."

Wiping her mouth, just in case, Blake rounded the corner just as a cute brunette in a tank top and colorful yoga pants rounded the corner at the opposite end of the wide hallway. She looked a little sweaty, like she'd been running. It was a good look for her, though, as her darker skin--darker than Blake's at least--shone under the thin sheen rather than looking all blotchy. Blake smiled at her, earning one in return, then took a quick drink of water from the fountain before looking to the girl again.

"You know if they keep any yoga blocks up here?" she asked, thumbing over her shoulder toward Liam, "I looked back there for some, but there's just a few extra mats leaning up against the wall.

The girl shook her head, "I wish, I don't think I've ever seen any lying around. People would probably just take them to use in their dorms if they did."

Blake smirked as the girl bent down to take a drink, "I can't say I wouldn't be one of them."

"Same," the girl said once she'd finished.

Blake moved in to take another drink.

"Have a good workout," the girl said, smiling as she turned to go away, "Sorry about the lack of blocks."

Blake waved, forgoing a verbal goodbye as she kept drinking. She watched the girl round the corner but didn't move until she heard footsteps going down the stairs that led up to this level. Blake waited a few more seconds, then took a few quick strides down to that corner and looked around the track area.

She didn't see anyone.

Grinning, Blake jogged back over to Liam, meeting him in a hungry kiss before he could even open his mouth. She pressed herself against him, grinding her hips into the hard bulge beneath his sweats. Having his cock in her mouth for so long hadn't made her breathless, but both of them were panting when she finally broke the kiss. The dazed look in Liam's eyes brought a dopey grin to her face, and a few giggles slipped from her lips. She leaned into him, lips brushing against his ear, "You were really close, weren't you?"

He nodded.

"Can you last until we get back to my place? Or should I finish you off here."

For a moment, Liam said nothing. Then--

"Here."

Blake shivered. His voice was thick with arousal.

Fuck, I don't know if I'll be able to last until we get back.

She kissed him again, slipping a hand into his boxers. The way Liam moaned against her lips as she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft sent shivers down her spine. Blake couldn't help but smile. Knowing the effect she had on him intoxicated her.

Again, she dropped to her heels, pulling Liam's pants and boxers down with her to free his throbbing cock. It was still a bit shiny and wet with her spit.

Perfect.

Blake gripped Liam's cock at the base, then looked up at him, "How close were you, exactly?"

"Really--really close," he said, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Her smile deepened, "Did you like the way I jerked you off with my throat? Did it feel good enough for you to come from it?"

"Yeah."

Blake bit her lip--she was pretty sure he liked it when she did that, and the way his cock twitched all-but confirmed that--then licked the tip of his cock before taking it in her mouth.