Jena
My heart is nearly beating out of my chest as I start to lift myself. I know he is only helping me but holy s**t, this feels very s****l. His scent wraps around me and I find it extremely hard to concentrate. A moment ago I couldn't think past the pain in my arms and shoulders, yet I refused to be the weakest one here. Silly, I know, as I am the newest one here, but still, I am a competitive girl. Now, all I can focus on is John's body wrapped around mine. By the time we lift the second time, I am practically soaked and I pray that no one can see how damn turned on I am. When we lift the third time, I feel John harden against my ass and I want to smirk. At least I am not alone in this sweet torture. We finish the last pull up and John drops to the floor, holding his arms out for me.
