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“Oh yeah?”
I rubbed the oil down the small of his back, spreading it down over his ass, feeling the tight cords of muscle give way under my touch. “Oh yeah,” I said, spreading him open, running an oiled hand between his cheeks. The moan he gave me and the slight arch in his back told me all I had to know about what areas I needed to focus on.
Even though I was the one giving the massage, I was feeling just as relaxed as Gabe. This was my love language, having him lie down while I serviced him, worked his every need, pushed away the tension, and left room for only bliss. I lived for this kind of shit. And the fact that I was doing it with a man who made every day feel like a dream, even when I’d just woken up from a nightmare, made it that much more special. More intimate.
My cock throbbed against the massage table. I squeezed and knuckled my way down his meaty thigh, jumping to the other one before I went down and worked on his calves. As I massaged those, I kept his foot pressed against my hard cock, letting him feel every pulse.
“You know,” he said, his voice thick like pouring honey. “It’s not fair I’m the only one naked.”
“I was trying to be professional.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your boss.”
“You sure?” I asked, smirking as I massaged the sole of his foot with my thumbs. I could see that he was getting hard, too, his cock growing thick between his legs.
“Swear. Your secret is safe with me. Go ahead, get comfortable.”
I didn’t waste another second, dropping my shorts to the floor and kicking them off to the corner of the room. My cock, already leaking, pressed against Gabe’s foot. I closed my eyes, bringing his feet together and rubbing them over my rock-hard dick. The song playing over the speakers turned into a mixture of babbling water and wind chimes, mixing with the delicate breaths we were both taking.
I gently set his feet back down and worked my way back up his body, applying more oil as I reached his ass. Here, I pressed myself against him, my cock leaving a streak of precome across his side as I used an elbow to really dig into the muscle.
“Oh shit, Trist, right there. Holy shit.” I dug into both solid globes of muscle, using my elbow as a pinpoint of tension, releasing everything he had stored in his body. It was so fucking sexy, feeling him start to squirm underneath me. His body was putty in my hands. I could sculpt him into whatever shape I wanted, and that power made the flames licking up my core even more intense.
I spread him open, running my finger over his sensitive hole. He let out another moan, this one sounding hungrier than any of the others. He arched his back again, inviting me. His body asked for more as he opened for my finger, the oil making it slick enough for me to slide right in.
He gasped as I pushed down, sinking past a knuckle. “Do you ever play around back here?” I asked him, my finger wrapped up in an indescribable warmth. Soft and strong, his inner walls pulled me in deeper.
“Not often, no,” he admitted, his voice breaking as I pushed downward.
“Is this okay?” I asked as I applied a little more pressure. His hands went to the sides of the massage table and gripped.
“Yeah, keep going. That feels really fucking good.”
I slipped my hand out, defying his ask, but only because I had other plans in mind. There was a black leather case sitting on the coffee table, right next to my new laptop. It was small, discreet. And it had what I thought could send this massage from memorable to blowing Gabe’s fucking mind.
“Do you trust me?” I asked him, hand on the case. He lifted his head from the headrest, smiling at me as he looked down at the case.
“I do,” he said without an ounce of hesitation.
“Good. Now, put your head back down and relax. It’s about to get a lot more intense.”
27
GABRIEL FERNANDEZ
I couldn’t accurately describehow fucking good I felt. Having Tristan’s finger inside me was a new kind of paradise. I had to admit that I’d never really fooled around with my ass, and now I could see why I was missing out. It was a different kind of intimacy. My cock pushed down against the table, almost uncomfortably hard. So fucking hard. I wanted Tristan, more than just his finger. I wanted him all.
But it looked like he had other plans in mind. I lifted my head and watched my sexy-as-fuck man walk to the small case, his thick dick swinging between his legs. A flag I wanted planted inside me. It was a sudden hunger that consumed me, made me leak onto the massage table.
Tristan gave himself a slow stroke, smiling as he opened the case. He took out a small purple toy, round with two ends, one noticeably bigger than the other. He pressed a button, and the sound of vibrations filled the room, mixing with the peaceful sounds of a running river.
“Relax,” he said, coming back to the table, a gentle hand falling between my shoulders. I laid my head back down, taking a deep breath, my nose filling with the flowery scent of the burning incense. His hand came back down to my ass, spreading me open.
I moaned. Couldn’t hold it back. Didn’t want to, either. I wanted Tristan to know just how fucking bad I wanted this. I thought back to being in his living room, back in those early stages, when all I wanted was to see him smile.
Now? Well, now I wanted so much more.
His finger brushed against my hole, making me squirm, his hand moving down, rubbing gently over my balls and grabbing my big dick, milking me as he pressed the toy against my ass. I lifted up, giving my cock some space. He put one hand on my hip and put me on my fours.
