Nic took another long sip of the cold beer and leaned back against the weight bench, his eyes following Rose's every movement.
"You're early today," he remarked, his voice a low rumble .
Rose shrugged casually as she wandered around, examining the heavy weight plates and the rows of dumbbells, feeling dwarfed by the sheer mass of the equipment.
She noticed a heavy punching bag hanging from a beam at the back of the room and a sudden spark of playfulness flashed through her eyes. She stepped close and swung her fist with all her strength.
The bag barely budged. Rose frowned, her cheeks flushing with annoyance. She shifted her weight, gritted her teeth, and punched it again, harder this time. The result was the same; the bag didn't even sway.
Nic watched her with a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. He stayed where he was, beer in hand, enjoying the sight of the tiny girl squaring up against the massive cylinder of sand and leather.
Frustrated by the bag's indifference, she placed both palms flat against the leather and pushed it with all her might. The bag finally moved as it swung away slowly.
"Ha!" she exclaimed in triumph but her victory lasted exactly one second.
When the momentum died down, the heavy bag swung back and crashed into her chest.
"Ack!" Rose gasped as the force sent her stumbling backward.
But before she could fall, Nic grabbed her flailing arm and pulled her against his chest, the beer can still in his hand.
"Take it easy, sweet cheeks," he murmured, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked down at her wide-eyed expression. "That thing weighs more than you."
Rose felt a wave of heat wash over her, she was half embarrassed and half aroused. She nodded sheepishly and stepped out of his embrace, trying to regain her dignity.
She walked away and found herself back at the pull-up bar. She looked up the bar Nic was hanging from earlier, her voice filled with genuine awe. "Wow... it's so high."
Then her gaze fell upon the thick cuffs he had discarded on the bench below. She reached down and picked one up casually. However, she had completely misjudged how heavy it would be. The 2kg cuff slipped from her fingers and landed on her foot.
"Oww!" Rose cried and crouched down, clutching her foot and rubbing her toe profusely. Her face twisted in a grimace of pain as she tried to ease the throbbing sensation.
Nic let out a long, heavy sigh and walked over to her huddled on the concrete floor. "Okay, that's enough..."
Rose stopped rubbing her foot and looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of pain and apology.
Without a word, Nic reached down, tossed the weighted cuff aside and scooped her up into his arms.
"Let's go before you hurt yourself seriously." he smiled and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, a rare gesture of softness.
The warmth of his smile instantly calmed her nerves and she relaxed in his arms as he carried her out of the gym area and through the garage before entering the house.
As they stepped into the living room, a loud growl erupted from Rose's stomach, echoing through the quiet hallway.
Nic stopped and looked down at her with an amused expression. "Did you forget to eat your breakfast today?" he asked, his tone teasing as he set her down on her feet.
Rose immediately looked away, her cheeks turning bright red.
She was speechless. Because she really did forget. She packed her lunch box but forgot to eat her breakfast.
"Wait, really?" Nic asked, sounding exasperated but fond. He shook his his head with a snicker and added. "Just go eat something. I'm sure you brought more than enough for both of us."
Rose looked up at him, her eyes brightening. "Let's eat together then!"
"I need to go take a shower," Nic replied as he glanced at his damp sweaty clothes. "You should eat first."
"It's okay," Rose replied softly, her voice filled with affection. "I'll wait for you."
Nic stepped forward and pulled her body flush against his. He stared deep into her eyes, his voice dropping to a husky, dangerous murmur. "I don't think you'll have time to eat anything by then."
Rose froze, her mind racing for a second before the implication sank in.
"I'll... I'll go eat!" She nodded breathlessly, her legs feeling weak and her heart pounding violently against her ribs.
With one last lingering look, she turned and hurried toward the kitchen. Her body heating up with the thought of what would happen once Nic stepped out of that shower.
-•-•-
By the time Nic stepped into the kitchen, Rose had everything ready for him. The aroma of a freshly prepared food filled the air from the plates laid on the table.
And under the table, Rose was kneeling on the cold kitchen floor, her breathing shallow and expectant.
Nic pulled out his chair and sat down, without a word or glance downward. He simply picked up his fork and began to eat with a casual, detached air, his focus seemingly on the meal.
But beneath the table, Rose's small fingers quickly unbuttoned his jeans and reached into his boxers to free him. His cock was warm and heavy in her palm, erect and throbbing from the anticipation of her presence.
Without hesitation, Rose leaned in and wrapped her lips around the cock head, sucking him in. She took him inch by inch, her throat opening up to accommodate his girth until he was buried deep, hitting the back of her throat.
Nic enjoyed his breakfast, savoring the dual pleasure of the hot meal in his mouth and the wet, tight heat of Rose's mouth below.
For the next twenty minutes, the kitchen was quiet except the faint, guttural gurgles and occasional, muffled moans of pleasure.
He finished his last bite and set his fork down before letting out a low groan. He grabbed her head and thrust into her as he came hard, unloading a thick, hot torrent of cum down her throat.
Rose swallowed every drop without pulling back, determined to leave him completely empty.
When she finally crawled out from under the table, her face was flushed and her eyes were glossy with lust. She licked her lips clean and stared at him raw desire as if she hasn't had enough.
Nic remained seated, his cock still standing proud and glistening with her saliva.
Rose's gaze drifted to the table, where she noticed a small, unfamiliar object resting near the empty plates.
It was a black egg shaped object with a wide base.
Curious, she picked it up and turned it over in her hands. It felt smooth, glossy, and soft to the touch like some kind of leather.
"It's for you," Nic spoke, his voice a low and casual.
Rose looked up at him, blinking in confusion. "For me?"
She squished the egg between her fingers, feeling the resistance of the material. "But... what is this?"
"You'll find out soon." he smirked,