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“Yeah. I wanted to see your reaction when you realized I was here.”
“Why?” He licks his lips, and my dick strains under the heavy fabric.
“To make sure you’re happy to see me.” I stand and cross the room until we’re a few feet apart.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” His eyes grow hooded as he notices the lump under my robe, and he not so subtly adjusts his own bulge.
“We didn’t make plans. I wasn’t sure if this would be overstepping or not.” I fist my hands by my side to keep from reaching for him.
He takes a shaky breath. “It’s definitely not overstepping. Let's get you into a room before these boners get me fired.” He opens the lounge door and holds it ajar for me to pass through. I let my hand brush over his dick as I walk by, biting my lip to hold in a groan when I hear his.
Blake guides me down the hall to a small room with a long, padded table in the center. I stand facing the foot of the table as he closes the door and turns on some sort of elevator music, upping the volume a few notches. Then I feel him close the distance between us, so he’s pressed behind me.
Taking my chin in one hand he turns my head and devours my mouth while the other yanks the robe off and cups my dick, giving it a long, slow pull. My body barely has time to register the spike in pleasure before he lets go and growls, “On the table. Face down.”
I don’t know if it’s because we’re on his turf or because he really is happy to see me, but 'Take-Charge Blake' has my tip leaking with anticipation. Right up until his words register. “Face down?” I choke, looking at my engorged boner. “I’m not sure that’s an option.”
“You want the full massage experience?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Lie down.”
Cupping my dick to my belly, I climb on the table, gingerly trapping my erection between my body and the sheet beneath me. As soon as I’m situated with my forehead resting on the hollow little pillow Blake covers me with a blanket. I hear the telltale suction of a bottle returning to its original shape, then hands rubbing together. Warm palms hit my skin, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. It takes all my energy not to rut my hips against the table to relieve the pressure, and for a moment, I worry that he’s got me so aroused I won’t last more than a few seconds even though he’s not touching my dick. Then he hits a knot in my shoulders, and my body seems to deflate.
Strong fingers knead along my neck, my spine, my back, turning rigid muscle to jelly. As Blake drives the tension from my body, he lulls me into a boneless state. One where my lust simmers beneath the surface without demanding to be satisfied. A suspended euphoria, if you will. His hands coast over my skin, alternately kneading and caressing my tired limbs.Fucking hell, he’s good at this.
When he’s done with my back, Blake works his way down to my legs, rubbing the length of my hamstrings from the back of my knee to my ass, which he molds in his strong hands. Every once in a while, his fingers lightly graze over my hole, promising more to come. The combination of soft and hard pressure has my cock growing firm, and just when I’m ready to demand he stop teasing me he drifts to my calves and feet, making my body limp all over again.
Alternating between frustrated and relaxed is weird as fuck, but I kind of like it, since it sort of heightens my senses, making every touch electric. I’m thinking of ways I can give him the same experience when his deep voice rumbles behind my ear. “Flip over.”
I roll to my back, freeing my cock to stand tall and proud as much as it can underneath the blanket, which hinders but doesn’t hide my arousal. Then Blake starts the process over again, working my head and neck, my shoulders, and my chest. His capable hands leave no part of my body untouched, except for the one spot where I need it most.
Eventually, he makes his way to my legs. Working each one at a time, he lifts the blanket off the leg he’s concentrating on so that it’s exposed while my boner is still covered. As he works my quads his fingers brush my sac, making my dick twitch under the blanket. I see him lick his lips as he takes note of the way my cock strains, but he doesn’t touch it. Not until he’s massaged everywhere else.
Once he’s rubbed out every knot, Blake finally,finally, lifts the blanket off me. With his heated eyes focused on my dick he squirts some oil on his hands and rubs his palms together, then clasps me in both fists.
He squeezes and pulls up my shaft, alternating hands so my entire length is constantly covered by his expert fingers. My eyes roll back in my head as my hips lift, chasing his grip. Then he wraps both hands around me and gently twists his wrists in opposite directions before pulling on my shaft again.
Over and over, he switches between twisting and tugging on my cock, firm enough to feel the pressure without causing any pain. I’ve never had my dick worked so thoroughly before, and it’s fucking intense. I’m torn between prolonging the pleasure and tipping over the edge, both options sounding really fucking good. I canfeelhow hard I am in his hand, how heavy my balls are, and I press my hands against the table for leverage as I tilt my hips, pushing into his grip.
“Your dick is so swollen right now,” Blake pants. “I can’t stand it.” He lets me go long enough to unzip his pants and fish his own bulging cock out as he reaches for a condom.
“Take your shirt off,” I plead between heaving breaths. “I want to see your body while you fuck me.”
Blake yanks his shirt over his head, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the lean hips that rut forward when he fists his dick. Biceps flexing with barely contained restraint, he wraps up and dribbles more oil over the condom.
“Don’t make a sound,” he growls as he pushes his tip in my hole. Despite gritting my teeth so hard I feel like they’ll crack, a guttural moan rumbles up my throat. “I mean it, keep quiet.” Blake warns as he wraps a hand around my cock, thrusting in rhythm to the hand pumping my length.
Still somewhat boneless from the massage, I can do little else but lie motionless as Blake drives into me, fast enough that my body shifts on the table but with enough restraint that our skin doesn’t smack together.Thank God he’s in charge, because I’m about as useful as a bowl of Jello.
Hard, deep, bordering on frantic, whether due to raw desire or the need to finish before we’re caught, Blake drives us toward a punishing release. I take everything he has to give, offering him total control of my body. He takes it willingly, the round head of his cock jackhammering my prostate so relentlessly I’m teetering on the edge within minutes. Maybe even seconds.
Between the subtle touches that elicit a warm current of electricity, and the powerful grip of Blake’s hand on my junk as he fucks into me, my nerves are overloaded. The pleasure’s too much. I can’t hold back. Clenching my teeth, I hold my breath as cum shoots out of me, coating my stomach, my chest, and nearly reaching my chin. Blake licks his lips as he watches me paint myself with my release, then he throws his head back, the tendons in his neck straining just under the skin as he empties into me with a barely contained groan.
Chapter 9
Blake
HolyShit!When I finally regain control of my body, I bring my head forward and find Jace staring at me intently, his breath as ragged as mine.
We watch each other for a moment as we recover, something we didn’t get to do in the dim light of his hotel room. Milky white liquid is splattered over his torso. His skin glistens from a combination of sweat and the oil I rubbed him with, highlighting the peaks and valleys of his muscular abdomen, the trail of hair leading to the cock I still have in hand. I give it a gentle squeeze as I stare into the dark abyss of his soulful eyes, which never leave mine. It’s… Shit, it’s kind of perfect, both of us sweaty and sated andnot. Like we both sense this isn’t over, and we don’t want it to be.
