Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Why the hell was I so nervous? I felt like a fucking virgin all over again. I was hyperaware of the way my body reacted to his. I was glad he was face down because that meant I could feast on him with my eyes.
I squirted some oil in my palms and walked back to the table, warming it with my hands before rubbing the oil into his back. Then I traced the lines of his shoulder blades with my knuckles, finding the tense and knotted muscles close to his spine. I pushed down and kneaded out, my skin sliding against his. I could count the freckles that dotted his back, and wanted to kiss each one of them, trace them with my tongue.
“That feels so good,” Miles said. His voice sounded like he was ten seconds away from melting. It had that calm and nearly asleep tone to it, although judging by how rock-hard his cock was, he certainly wasn’t thinking about sleep.
I leaned forward, rubbing down to his lower back. This put my crotch directly against his head. I decided not to be shy about it. In this moment, I felt like connecting to Miles in a way that transcended a simple massage or a quick hookup. He moaned as my hands reached his ass.
I massaged my way back up his back. He lifted his head. “You can get comfortable too. I don’t mind.”
That was all I needed. No more encouragement was required. I took a step back and pulled my shirt over my head. I threw it on the couch, my shorts quickly following. I hesitated for a moment as my fingers floated over the waistband of my tight, wet Calvin Klein briefs.
This felt like a moment that marked a crossroads. We weren’t at some party in a friend’s bathroom, we weren’t at a park, on edge that someone might see us. We were inside Miles’ home, in a space he described as a sanctuary, and I had his naked body ready to be rubbed all over. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop there, and I had a feeling Miles thought the same.
I pulled off my underwear and stepped back to the table. This time I moved to his side and started massaging his left hand. I flexed his fingers and dug into the fatty parts of his palm, which earned several satisfying moans. Then I worked my way up. I didn’t hide how turned on this made me. I had no doubt he could feel it with the way I dripped up his forearm. After massaging his bicep, I moved to his other side and did the same thing. This time, his hand closed around my cock. I stilled, my legs tensing at the immense pleasure I received from his touch. He started to stroke, slowly.
I resumed my job, leaning over and massaging the round globes of muscle that had my attention fixed. My pleasure consumed me, coursing up from my stiff cock. I wanted to give him the same. I trailed my fingers over his balls, down his shaft, rubbing at his dripping head. I coated my fingers in it before trailing back up, pressing my wet fingers down between his ass cheeks.
He stopped stroking and leaned up the moment I found his hole. “Oh fuck,” he said, looking back over his shoulder.
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Do you like to bottom?” I asked, not sure if this was even on the menu tonight.
“Not for everyone. But for you, I want to.”
“You do?”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, arching his back and pushing his ass onto my hand, my finger slipping inside his tight, hot hole. I sucked in a breath, finding so much ecstasy in being inside of Miles like this. I moved closer and slipped my finger in deeper. His body clenched around me. He didn’t need to use words for me to know he wanted more. I went deeper and rubbed, finding his swollen prostate and earning another loud, chesty groan.
“Fuck, Dyl, that feels so good. Fuuuuck.”
I teased another finger. “Can you take more?”
“Let me show you how much I can take.”
He pushed back again and my finger slid right inside. The fire inside my body roared like a hungry lion. My skin flushed red. I fingered him, moving so that I stood behind him, spreading him open with my free hand. He started to bounce back on my hand, his massage table soaked through with how much he dripped. His moans became louder, matching mine. The view was unmatched. I’d never seen a hotter man who was literally in the palm of my hand.
He slowed down and then leaned forward, pulling off of me. He leaned up on his forearms, his back perfectly arched, his fuzzy, fat ass spread. “Fuck me, Dylan. Get on this table and fuck me.”