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“Oh fuck, yes, right there,” Matthew grunts when the woman kneading her elbow into his upper back presses down. Kate is quite the beast. I’ve had her work on my poor back a few times and came away with bruises.
Not that Matthew is bothered by it. No, he’s enjoying it.
The words coming out of his mouth are making me think about his ass. Would he like me playing with his prostate? Oh god, I’d love that. I’m a strict bottom in most situations, but I sure do love to make a man crazy with my fingers and tongue.
The things I’d do to Matthew if he’d let me.
I’d slide my fingers into him and curl them, hitting that little bump just right. His eyes would cross and he’d gasp as I work him slowly over the edge.
I’d love seeing that, hearing it. Experiencing it.
I’ve dreamt of it enough. I just hope one day it becomes a reality.
When it’s time for me to turn over, I apologize softly to Xavi, who is currently working on me. He sees my boner through the towel around my waist. It’s sticking up like Stonehenge. “My husband is being very inappropriate,” I whisper up at him with a shrug.
“I gotchu,” he says with a grin. “Maybe you’d like to watch,” he adds, tilting my head to the side and working on my neck. My eyelids droop as I stare at Matthew. He doesn’t know I’m watching, has no idea the inappropriate thoughts I’m having about him, until those eyes pop open and clash with mine. That plump bottom lip is slowly pulled between his teeth and he worries it, wetting it, making my dick throb painfully.
Kate stops after her work on his back is complete and asks him to turn around, holding the sheet up as he does. I can’t help but flick my gaze downward, hoping to see that dick of his hard for me.
Sadly, it’s not.
Oh well, I can be hard enough for the both of us.
I am hard enough for the both of us.
And so the torture continues, so much so that I have to excuse myself ten minutes later to get some relief. I waddle to the bathroom and splash some water on my face, trying to cool my body down. Those sounds he’s making in that room are getting worse and worse, making me nearly shake with need.
I pull open my robe and my hand clasps my dick. I grunt at the feeling of pressure, my forehead falling against the cool tile wall as I stroke it. Fuck, I really need to just jerk one out so I can get on with my day. If I don’t, I may do something silly, like try and rub up against Matthew when he’s not looking. I can’t imagine that going well.
No, with Matthew, I need to move slowly so as not to scare him off. Like a frog in boiling water. Just let him gradually acclimate so he doesn’t realize what’s happening.
And by then, I’ll have him right where I want him.
Not dead, like the frog. No. Just over me, his dick inside my hole, grunting, panting, making me take it so good.
Reaching over, I grab some paper towels and make quick work of my dick. With the way it’s been edged the past few hours, I come relatively fast, my ears ringing from the sensation. With shaking hands, I clean myself up and stride back into the room, not even bothering to ask anyone to turn around while I slide my robe off.
I can see Matthew looking at me as I slip under the sheets.
“Had a bit of an emergency,” I explain, and Xavi huffs a laugh, getting back to work without a word. He knows. He so knows.
Anyone who sees Matthew would know why I’m suffering. He’s too hot.
So fucking hot.
“You okay?” Matthew asks, and I nod.
“Never better.”
He grins at me, looking relaxed and soft. Content even.
A small hum exits his mouth, and I watch him raptly until the end of our massage session, the two of us pulling our robes on in silence, our limbs loose and limp.
“That was real nice, Coop.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I fucking did. I want one every week.”
