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“Not when my client is my husband.”
“I…” Parker started with a slight tremble to his voice. “Should we be doing this?”
“I’d like to do this. If you don’t, all you have to do is let me know.”
“Stupid, sexy man,” he mumbled quietly, pulling off his shirt.
I laughed. “I guess there’s my answer.”
“Shut up.” He unbuttoned his pants next. When he tugged those down, I saw he was wearing a red-and-blue Superman jock.
“Fuck.” I pressed my hand against my groin. Why had I thought this was a good idea? I was going to make myself crazy.
“Exactly.” He seemed to have forgotten he wore shoes, which he now removed, then took the jeans all the way off. He stood in front of me, long and lean with that thick bulge I loved tasting.
“Beautiful. Now finish up, gorgeous.”
“Can’t we just go home and have sex?”
I crossed my arms. “I thought you wanted to date. That you didn’t want everything to be about sex.”
“Well, I’m really fucking horny right now.”
“Let me romance my husband. You’re the romantic, right?” And damned if pink didn’t run the length of him, starting at his head and making a swift journey down his body.
Parker removed his jock. He was hard, his dick pointing up, hair freshly trimmed and neat just how he liked it.
“Pull the sheet back and lie down on your stomach.” He nodded and did as told. I went to him and pulled the piece of fabric up, covering the ass I was dying to devour.
“Really?”
“I’m a professional,” I teased. My dick was throbbing, but I ignored it. I pulled out my phone and turned on soft music, then made sure the rocks were warming and got the oils ready. “What kind of pressure do you like?”
He frowned. “Medium.”
I slicked my hands with the oil and began rubbing it into his shoulders.
“You’re really going to give me a massage?”
“Did you think this was just for show?”
“Kinda,” he replied, then, “thank you,” like he was surprised someone would do something nice for him. Parker had definitely dated assholes in the past, and I was determined not to be that.
“Eh. It’s mostly because I’m selfish and I get to touch you and see you naked. Is this pressure good?”
“Perfect.”
“Just like you,” I praised and watched goose bumps chase each other down his arms. I spent a while rubbing his shoulders before traveling down his back and then up again. I forced myself to take this seriously and avoid his ass. While I did plan to give that some loving too, it wasn’t quite time yet.
Parker moaned when I hit certain spots, making delicious noises that just got my dick harder. I used the hot stones on him, working out the places he carried more tension, before massaging him again.
“Would it be all right if I lowered the sheet, sir? If I promise to be a perfect gentleman?” This was a fun game, heat pooling in my gut as I waited for his answer.
“What if I’m shy? I’ve never had a massage before. Is it normal for a massage therapist to work me out there?”
Fuck yes. He was playing along.
“First of all, I assure you there’s no reason to be shy. I’m not supposed to say things like this, but your body is incredible. The best I’ve ever seen…or touched…” I dug my thumbs into the muscle above his ass. “It’s extremely hard to stay professional with such a sexy man beneath my hands…and yes, it’s normal as long as there’s consent and we keep it appropriate.” I let my fingers dip beneath the cover.
“Oh. Yes…I’d like that.”
Jesus, my dick throbbed. I wanted to pull myself out and fuck into him, let him suck me or jerk off, anything, but I kept myself in check, slowly sliding the sheet down and then removing it altogether.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, letting my fingers dance along the plump curve of his right cheek. Another set of goose bumps followed where I touched him.
“Is it?” he asked breathlessly. “Do you still think I’m the best you’ve ever seen?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Christ, my voice was thick with lust, broken with need as I fought the urge to do things to him I had no business doing here. His skin was so smooth and unblemished, a creamy peach, which yes, was how I would describe his ass too.
My hands shook as I added more oil and began to massage his cheeks.
“Oh God,” he whispered as I pressed into his muscles, spread him and rubbed him, letting my fingers tease his crease.
“I know it’s not professional of me, but I have to say, yours is the best hole I’ve ever seen. So tight and pink. I wish I knew what it tasted like…how sweet it would be on my tongue.”
“Fuck…Elliott.”
I brushed his rim as I massaged. “Oops.”
“Give me your fingers.”
