Page 154 of Floored By Love

“I don’t know about y’all, but after that lunch, a catnap sounds good,” Colton said, heading to his room.

Cam yawned.

“Looks like you could use a nap, too,” I said, poking him in the stomach.

Cam smiled. “Looks like it.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards our bedroom. “See you in a few hours, guys.”

With the door shut, I took Cam’s clothes off. Once I got him down to his briefs, he came alive. It was like the fewer clothes he was wearing, the more energy he had. He turned to face me, pushed me back against the door and quickly knelt to pull my shoes and socks off.

He yanked my pants down next, quickly followed by my jockstrap. He stood back up and pushed me over to the bed.

“I thought you were going to nap?”

“Are you really complaining that I just stripped you and am about to give you a massage?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Is that what you’re doing?”

He pulled my shirt off, leaving me naked. He still had his briefs and socks on. “Lay on your stomach.”

I flipped over and watched him go over to the bedside table, open the drawer, and pull a bottle out. I adjusted my hardening dick, so it pointed towards my belly button and lay there in anticipation of Cam’s touch.

Holy fucking hell.

Cam had improved a lot.

“You okay?” Cam asked.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’ve been moaning for a few minutes. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t painful.”

Apparently, I was moaning.

“Uh...no. It’s amazing actually.”

“Not gonna lie. I love touching you, but this is the least professional massage I’ve ever given.”

“I kind of assumed you didn’t finger the players’ assholes.” I turned my head to the side, trying to make eye contact. “At least, I hope not.”

“No, I do not. They aren’t usually bare-ass naked and on a bed either.”

As his hands swept over my ass again, I couldn’t help but grind my dick into the bed. I knew he’d see my cheeks clench, but I didn’t care. I already knew I was leaking. He probably was too.

“You wanna turn over now?”

I quickly flipped, almost throwing him off me. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Cam laughed, and sure enough, I could see his massive dick tenting his briefs. The wet spot was so significant, I could see his head through the fabric.

“Someone’s happy,” he said.

“Look who’s talking,” Cam replied, giving my hard dick a playful caress.

Cam spent the next ten minutes touching every part of my body but my dick. It was exquisite, but it was torture. I was practically dry-humping the air when he finally caved and touched it.

I couldn’t help but say, “Fucking finally.”