George couldn't stop looking at her ass. She wore her infamous midnight tights today and it was stirring more than George's brain. He purposely asked her to work out with him today just so he could have an excuse to test his theory of how well that little ass of hers would fit in his hand. He had been proven right.

Her ass fit like a glove in his large hands and that had George grinning from ear to ear. He used every exercise they did as an excuse to touch her little ass and definitely to feel those thick thighs of hers.

When they did lunges, he made sure to get a good grip of her strong thighs, making sure she remained "in the correct position", George was simply ruthless with touching Evelyn and did not care who called him out for it.

Evelyn, on the other hand, had long ago caught on to George's little game. The exercises he told her about only worked the legs and glutes and she knew all too well that the little asshole had a weird obsession with her legs and gluteus maximus.

But she did as she was told, teasing him along the way. She arched her back further than necessary when squatting, just so he would come behind her and "fix her posture". She would "fix her shoe laces" every once in awhile just to see how wide George's pupils would grow. Yeah, Evelyn was a shameless tease.

The two ignored any and everyone outside of what they were doing and they liked it that way. No one mattered in their little weird bliss and that was fine with them.

"Can you get off Instagram for two seconds? I'm trying to talk to you." George sighs as he unlocked the Ford truck.

Evelyn ignored the whining asshole and continued to refresh her recently uploaded pictures, waiting for twelve likes to finally move to twenty, twenty-five, then thirty. She really couldn't keep count.

"I've told you about ignoring me, Ev." George steps up to her and snatches the cell phone from her hands.

Evelyn reached out to grab her cell phone.

"Give it!" She tries to snatch it out of his hands.

George was not having that, he lifted the cell phone into the air and laughed at Evelyn's squeal for him to be careful with her "baby". He found it absolutely entertaining how attached she is to the damn thing.

"I told you to stop ignoring me." He chastises, placing the cell phone on the hood of his truck.

"And I said I'll kick your ass of you don't give me my shit back." Evelyn snaps, trying to climb onto the truck to get her beloved cell phone.

George quickly grabs her hips and pulls her down. Evelyn shoves him away only to have him pull her closer into his chest. He grips her wrist and forces them against her chest with a mischievous smirk.

"You kiss me, I might just give you your shit back." He proposes a compromise.

Evelyn huffs.

"You let me go and I might not knee your ass."

George smiled and released her wrist, he loves her damn attitude. He really does.

"That's what I fucking thought." Evelyn huffs again, turning to place her foot on the step of the truck.

George sighs and watched in amusement. A million things was running through his mind and palming her ass while sucking the life out of her lips was one of them.

Ever since their kiss, he really has been having dirtier thoughts, even more than usual. He imagined doing some pretty sensual shit with Evelyn. Feasting on her while palming her ass is one of his favorites currently.

It really has been awhile since he has gotten some action and his perverted mind is only growing worse as the days go by. George tries to control it, but when he finds himself in positions like this - nearly face to face with Evelyn's infamous ass - he simply couldn't.

As soon as Evelyn jumps down from the truck, George drops their bags and steals her cell phone again. He places it carefully on the hood and turns to Evelyn.

When she opens her mouth to protest, George steals her lips and pulls her closer by her hips. Evelyn fought him at first, but when George gently bit down on her bottom lipand then tugged at it slowly, she became putty in his hands.

"God damn, Ev..." George groans, swirling his tongue around hers while simultaneously pulling her incredibly close.

Evelyn mews at his aggression. The feeling is mutual. She feels as if having him flushed against her chest is simply not enough. She needs to feel close, like really close to him.

She wants to feel so close that she feels the party in his shorts. She noticed that George tried to suppress the third quarter by wearing Nike compression leggings beneath his shorts, but it serves a useless purpose.

When she forces her hips forward carefully, she can feel his outline and that alone drove Evelyn crazy. Her hands crawled up George's toned biceps, his broad shoulders, his long neck, and back to his biceps again.

She did this until she finally rested her fingers in his hair. She tugged at the dark auburn tresses gently eliciting a throaty groan from George. She liked that he responded so well to that. She even liked that she found a new thing to like; tugging George's hair.

George was losing it under Evelyn's grasps. She is so fucking beautiful and he cannot simply contain himself. He damn near lost his shit when she moaned in his ear. He quickly learned that Evelyn loves being groped at the ass. George was happy to have discovered that because he loves groping her ass.

George could feel himself stiffening under her and knew he would explode if he didn't get a little feel of her. He just wants a little sample that will last him. He didn't know what would happen after this moment, so he needed to make it well worth it.

George lifted Evelyn's right leg and pushed her further into the truck. Skillfully he stepped his right leg between hers and damn near creamed himself then. This position would be lethal for him and George almost cried acknowledging it.

Evelyn had felt the new bliss of the position as well. She moaned when George lowered himself only to rise against her again. She could feel his firm third party and she thoroughly appreciated the little movement he was offering her. Her tights allowed for George to have easy access to her sensitive spot and boy George made a mountain out of a molehill.

"Fuck, Ev. My fucking... God..." George groaned tightening his grip on Evelyn's ass.

"George..." Fell from Evelyn's lips as she pressed down on him while he thrusts upward on her.

The two thrusts against one another in the open parking lot, oblivious to the bystanders or those bypassing that would stop and look. They were too engrossed in one another to notice or even care. It was just them in this moment and that is all that mattered.

George silenced his name that was slipping from Evelyn's lips with his. She tasted so sweet and he was too greedy to have her lips wasted on his name alone. He couldn't get enough of her and today his obsession has been taken to another level.

So he lifted her left leg and found a better angle to feel her. He wanted so badly to slip his finger in between the waistband of her tights. He only wants to find out what kind of panties the smart-mouth likes to wear - and if she was as moist as he'd hoped.

Evelyn could say the same as her fingers tussled George's hair, gripped his arms, and went back to his hair again. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to feel.

She has honestly never felt this before. Sure she has masturbated and even allowed Brandon to feel her up, but never has she been grind on.

She just has never been like this before. Never has she been in the public eye, being grind on by an asshole named George. This was different for her. This was exhilarating for her.

George was growling against Evelyn's ear at this point. He was close to release and honestly didn't want to cream right now. It would be too quick and he still had a long drive to return Evelyn to her dorm.

George still didn't want to stop, though. Evelyn was moaning his name and that shit sounded so fucking beautiful to George. For a moment he imagined the real thing.

He imagined being inside of Evelyn and having her crying for him to go faster, to slow down, or even to stay in her favorite spot. Damn he was going to cream himself if he didn't stop.

"Ev..." He inhales sharply as Evelyn pecks at his neck while still forcing herself down on him.

"Yes..." She moans.

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Evelyn was feeling her own pleasure and is closing in on her euphoria. All she needs is George to keep moving the way he is and she'd be a goner.

George squeezes his eyes close and forces the images of naked grandmothers to enter his mind as he tries to focus. Evelyn made it hard. She made it so fucking hard as she panted helplessly sexy "yes"s in his ear repeatedly.

She was reaching her peak and George wanted to gladly give it to her. Even if that meant he would end up with blue balls.

"Come on, amor, let it go." George encourages her, somehow winning the fight of his own need.

Evelyn tightens her grip on George's hair and rolls her hips a little harder as she tugged. She was seeing stars and was only one grind away from reaching them.

George noticed this too and leaned into Evelyn, stopping at her ear.

"Ven a hermosa. Lo quiero, amor." He whispers peck at her ear, bites it gently. "Come beautiful. I want it, love." He translates.

That is all it took for Evelyn to shatter. When she shattered, George's name fell from her lips like honey dripping from the comb. It sounded so fucking beautiful. So fucking foreign and it was for him.

George eventually had to silence her with his lips when she continued crying out her surrender to the pleasure she was feeling. She still grind against him and that caused George to slip his right hand between them.

He pressed against her middle and found the golden answers. Little miss know-it-all was surely wet. Even through the thick material of her tights he felt her moisture. George inwardly whimpered as he knew he could make her lake a beautiful sea. He wanted to show her so badly, but he has to take it slow.

He has to take his blue balls for today and relish in the fact that Evelyn Williams had creamed herself because of him.

"You good?" George whispers, removing his hand before he became too curious.

Evelyn nods, her eyes still shut closed as her chest rises and falls violently. She cannot find an even breath and is still trying to get over the foreign surge she just experienced. George Mills had definitely blown her away today.

"George... I..." Evelyn couldn't find the words.

She was simply speechless. She and George Mills had just dry humped in the gym parking lot. It was new and definitely erotic for her. She desperately wants more, but reality is a mother fucker.

She has a paper to draft, class assessments to study for and she needs a shower from their work out. As much as she wants George right now, she has priorities to attend to.

With that, she placed her hands on George's chest and shoves him forward gently. George takes the hint and carefully releases Evelyn's legs to the ground. The two found it hard to separate, especially George since he just wanted to hear Evelyn moan his name one last time, but eventually the two did.

Evelyn cleared her throat and retrieved her cell phone from the hood of the truck and George picked up their gym bags from off the road. The two shared a silent glance before they separated to go to their respective sides.

The silence between them didn't last long as they sat in the car. Evelyn was fussing with the radio buttons and George was skillfully watching the road while simultaneously watching Evelyn.

"You know I got blue balls like a mother." He sighs turning away from the red traffic light.

Evelyn smiles and shrugs innocently.

"Would help you out champ, but you're driving." She teases.

George's third party stirred in anticipation, but his face remained visibly relaxed.

"And I would get you wetter than the Pacific Ocean, but I'll need my eyes to drive." He replies nonchalantly.

Evelyn frowned and looked at George as he drove through the now green traffic light. She knew it was a sexual innuendo, but didn't understand what his statement meant.

"That made no sense." She voiced her confusion.

George chuckles and looks both ways before making a right turn. Once he was on the next street, he looks to Evelyn for a few seconds before returning his gaze on the road.

"I can't eat like I want and still be able to drive, amor. And these hands would be too busy holding you still while I enjoy myself."

Evelyn's breath hitches before her breathing turns shallow. She knew George had a dirty mouth, but she never considered him having a dirty mind. She should've known, it is only fair, right?

Acknowledging George's dirty imagination did things to Evelyn, including cause her to squeeze her thighs together to stop the pooling between her legs. But that made it worse, she could only imagine George's soft brown stresses between them.

"Cat got your tongue? Wish yours had mine." George sighs dejectedly.

That was it, Evelyn was soaking and the asshole named George was to blame. This caused Evelyn to inwardly pout, there was nothing that can be done to solve her case.

George did have to get them home safely and no sexual escapade was going to stopped them from doing so. Therefore, Evelyn sat back into the seat and closed her eyes, wishing away the delicious asshole named George Mills.