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Chapter Forty-five
Mike
Mike hadn’t been expecting this. After the horticulturist and Manny arrived, Rayne had retreated to his room for a long time, and Mike thought he’d upset him about picking the exotic flower, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Rayne had planned something big for him, a massage. He never really thought it’d be his thing or that he’d enjoy something like that, but so far, he was in heaven. The room was warm and dimly lit with scented candles, creating some romantic shit he probably didn’t deserve.
Rayne’s hands were satiny as he rubbed a generous amount of oil over Mike’s chest that smelled of lavender and rose. A delicate kiss was placed on his forehead, and warm breath fanned over his lips as Rayne leaned over him, his supple flesh gliding over his own.
“Breathe and relax for me, Mike,” Rayne purred as he slid his hands behind Mike’s neck and between his shoulder blades. The pressure was perfect, and his strong hands kneaded right where Mike carried all of his stress and tension. “Just close your eyes and feel.”
Mike groaned as his head and neck were rotated and stretched. Rayne’s knuckles and fingertips found knots that Mike had embedded so deep he thought they were permanent. He masterfully manipulated tendons and muscles as if he had a degree in anatomy. No wonder Rayne came home bragging every evening about his tips.
Mike didn’t know how long he’d been rubbed, but by the time Rayne got to his lower body, he felt like liquid, as if he was too relaxed to control his limbs. He didn’t really need to—Rayne said he knew how to treat a man’s body, and he hadn’t exaggerated. His voice was lustful but full of empathy and understanding with every groan Mike involuntarily released.
Mike’s dick was already hard, but when Rayne began to knead in the arch of his foot, it went from solid to granite. “Oh my fucking god,” Mike said roughly, unable to recall anyone touching his feet before.
“You deserve to be catered to, Mike,” Rayne breathed as he worked his way back to Mike’s chest. His slick hands glided over his pecs, and he was unprepared for the stimulation when Rayne rotated the pads of his thumbs over his nipples. He arched into the touch as Rayne’s tongue flicked across his left one, fast and wet. His wonderful hands slid lower and lower. “Now for the good part.”
Holy shit. Rayne hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. Mike felt amazing, like he was floating into space. Somehow, he was relaxed and highly stimulated at the same time. A hot, searing bolt of pleasure struck Mike in his spine as Rayne smoothed his hands down his torso until both palms were around his cock, slippery and tight. Shit, shit, shit. He was only seconds from coming, he knew it. He was about to erupt like a damn volcano over a damn massage.
“Rayne,” Mike sighed, canting his hips to meet the next downstroke.
“I’m not even close to being finished with you.” Rayne sounded as captivated as Mike felt. “Now, turn over.”
How was he supposed to lie on his stomach when he had a steel spike jutting out in front of him? Seeming to sense his hesitation, Rayne pivoted Mike’s body until he was mostly on his stomach, part on his side. Then the professional massage began again, this time targeting the pain that had lived in his lower back since his early twenties. Mike didn’t realize he was thrusting against the cotton sheet beneath him, shoving his hardness into the thick padding of the table.
“I don’t know who’s enjoying this erotic massage more… you or me,” Rayne whispered, squeezing more oil onto his capable hands. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on, Mike. For anyone.”
Mike’s head got bigger, both of them. Rayne continued to work the sore muscles on the sides of his spine—that he believed all manual laborers suffered from—while he alternated between kneading his fingers into his lumbar to sensually rubbing his glutes. Mike pushed his ass higher in the air, blinded with pleasure, not caring how he looked or sounded, wanting more pressure from Rayne’s fingers working in between his crease. Mike spread his thighs wider and pushed his aching cock harder into the table, seeking friction.
“More,” Mike begged, unable to help it. What Rayne was doing wasn’t enough. He felt like a greedy bastard because he was already overstimulated, but he still craved, needed. He just didn’t know what to plead for. What was he missing—why’d he still feel incomplete?
“I know.” Rayne licked a hot trail down Mike’s back to the top of his ass. That tongue was talented and skilled as he made his way lower, then lower, until Mike’s cheeks were spread wide, and Rayne’s first slow, concentrated swipe over his hole almost caused him to jackknife off the table. Damn, he was glad he was face down because he couldn’t look in Rayne’s eyes while he was shamelessly shoving his ass higher to get more.
“You’re so goddamn sexy. I could touch you like this every day, every night.” Rayne’s breath was shallow but loud enough to be heard over the peaceful music.
Yes! Just give me more right— “Ungh,” Mike released a long, tortured groan when Rayne finally gave him what he’d been unknowingly thrusting his ass in the air for. He slid one slippery narrow finger into his hole, causing a flurry of sensations to explode. Ecstasy shot through Mike’s channel and straight to his balls, pleasure soaring through him like nothing he’d ever felt before. The need for more hit him hard again, and Rayne somehow sensed it as he pressed in deeper, causing a powerful sensation to tighten Mike’s balls. He choked on his beg as another finger was slowly added, and his dick was gripped between his legs from behind. Rayne hit something buried and secret inside of him that made him yell out in ecstasy. The two worked in perfect harmony with the other, edging Mike to the brink of delirium before pulling him back, only to do it all over again.
“That’s it. Let me give you what you’ve been needing for so long.” Rayne sounded hypnotized, and it drove Mike mad that his partner was actually enjoying what he was doing to him. Having sex with him wasn’t a sporadic, required chore like it’d been for his past female partners.
Since the tension and aches were gone, Mike released all inhibitions and allowed his body to just feel. Those fingers had a mind of their own as they moved in and out, up and down, sparking electric currents inside of him until Mike was reaching behind him and trying to grip Rayne’s wrist. He wanted it faster, harder. Urgh. More, damnit. How did he demand that?
The table shifted, and Mike almost cried out in praise when Rayne straddled his lower legs, the feel of his silk robe gliding over the aroused skin on the backs of his thighs. Mike kept his eyes closed, his face buried in the headrest as Rayne’s hard cock brushed against his ass cheeks. The back of his neck was branded with hot lips breathing heat over his skin. Fuck yes.
“Mike.” Rayne’s body was just as slick as his hands as he ground his pelvis against Mike’s ass, the oil making everything wet and carnal and much easier to slip inside. Rayne pulled his fingers from his hole just as Mike’s toes were curling. He was about to fuss at Rayne not to stop until he heard the undeniable sound of a foil wrapper being torn and the snap of latex over hard flesh. “Breathe with me,” Rayne purred.
Mike tried to slow his breaths to match Rayne’s, but the anticipation of what was to come next made his pulse quicken. His gasps came hard and fast when the tip of Rayne’s cock pressed incessantly against his hole before the smooth head sank inside. Mike clenched his fists at his sides and sealed his mouth in a tight line in a futile attempt not to cry out in rapture.
Rayne gasped close to his ear as Mike blindly reached behind him and tugged on Rayne’s hips, driving him deeper until his narrow cock was buried to the hilt. They spoke with their bodies, with their desperate grabs for each other as Rayne eased out halfway and drove back inside. Never had he felt such uncontrolled euphoria with sex, and now he believed he knew why. Mike had denied himself the release of control.
