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With nimble fingers, Robby unfastened Matt’s pants and freed his cock from the confines of his black boxer-briefs. Lord above, the man’s body was perfect.
“Do you trust me?” Robby whispered, his grip firm and sure.
Matt wrapped his own hand around Robby’s, both of them now circling Matt’s erection. “Body and soul.”
Oh yeah. Matt was in for the ride of his life.
Chapter
TWENTY-ONE
Matt
“Finish stripping down and lay on the bed.” The lust in Robby’s eyes hit Matt like a drug.
He almost swayed on his feet. “Let me see you first.” He reached to untuck Robby’s shirt, but before he could grip the fabric, his quarry had moved out of reach.
Something passed over Robby’s face he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It only lasted a moment before Robby slipped further away to close the door and block out the living room light. It left the bedroom drenched in grey shadows.
“You can look another night,” Robby rumbled. “Tonight is all about feeling.”
“But I—”
Robby’s silhouette surged closer. “You said you trusted me.” Movement, then the gentle rustle of clothes falling to the floor.
Warm skin caressed his own as he felt Robby’s bare chest rub against him for the first time. A delicate brush of fingers played across his cheek, followed by the ghost of a kiss. “Get on the bed, love.” The gritty urgency in Robby’s voice gave way to something gentle and coaxing. “We’ll start with a massage and go from there.”
He didn’t argue. Robby clearly knew what he was doing in the bedroom; where he led, Matt would follow.
Besides, a massage would put Robby’s hands all over his body. Matt crawled on the bed and settled on his stomach. The rasp of a zipper and some rustling in the nightstand filled the long thirty seconds before Robby joined him.
The weight of the other man’s body rested on his back. “I’ll stop anytime you want.” Robby’s hot breath in his ear broke out his skin in goose bumps.
Then, the press against him vanished, taking the heat of another body along with it. But a heartbeat later, warm liquid drizzled over his back and strong, sure fingers began kneading his skin.
Robby focused first on the expanse between his shoulder blades, his thumbs rubbing the slick oil into the spaces on either side of his spine. “Don’t think. Just feel.” For a time, one thumb would circle harder, then the other would take the lead.
He didn’t think anything could feel better, until Robby put down the heels of his hands. They made brief circles over the area where he’d concentrated first, before sliding down along the columns of his back. Up and down, the glorious pressure moved, the muscles relaxing further with each pass.
Every so often, Robby would drizzle more of the oil onto his skin, the wetness dripping a little lower each time to smooth his path. He attended Matt’s lower back for a while, mostly with the flats of his hands, before sweeping down to the globes of his ass.
Even the muscles there must’ve carried some tension because as Robby’s capable fingers smoothed and slathered over, they loosened beneath his touch.
He was boneless by the time the oil dribbled into the valley at the center. A little anxiety spiked as Robby’s thumbs teased the seam between his cheeks for the first time, but just as quickly, his hands moved away. Then slid back. It felt…good.
Without even thinking, he widened the spread of his legs to give better access. Robby rewarded him with another swipe of his thumbs. Then, more oil. Then, all his attention trained on one spot.
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t the slow, deliberate exploration of Robby’s questing fingers. At first, they just rubbed over his asshole. Slipping, sliding.
What would it feel like to have something inside him? The question that had made him so anxious before only titillated him now. He lifted his backside, just a little, and the tip of Robby’s finger breached his hole.
Why wasn’t he pushing in deeper?
He lifted his ass more, but Robby slapped his rear. “Stop trying to top from the bottom.”
He relaxed back into the mattress, and more oil slipped between his cheeks. Robby’s middle finger pushed a little bit deeper, then retreated. Pushed deeper again, repeating the motion over and over until his finger was completely seated.
God, he wanted to move. He’d been worried about this? Hell, if people knew it felt this good, no one would ever leave home.
