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As we moved through the different poses, I glanced over at Ben, who seemed to bend effortlessly and stretch his toned, athletic frame. I felt awkward and clumsy as I tried to mimic the positions. How ridiculous did I look, especially with the extra weight I carried around my midsection? During a particularly deep stretch, I glanced over at Ben, my eyes narrowed. “How are you bending over like that? I feel like a fat pretzel,” I whispered, a bead of sweat rolling off my forehead.
Ben winked and gazed over at my ass. “I think you look great.”
I chuckled at Ben’s reassuring words, but I understood what he meant—he liked the fat pretzel. Taking a took a deep breath, I decided to let go of my insecurities and just enjoy the experience.
After all, this weekend was about spending quality time together and strengthening our bond—and that’s exactly what we intended to do.
Once the yoga session ended, Ben and I followed the scent of freshly baked goods wafting through the air, leading us to the resort’s cafe. The front of the small eatery’s façade was covered in flowering ivy, trailing up the walls and creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. We sat down at a cozy table for two, and a friendly waiter handed us menus.
“Everything sounds good,” Ben said, his eyes scanning the menu. “I bet it’s all locally sourced, too.”
“Sounds like some serious rabbit food,” I joked playfully, then explained the joke to Ben. Despite the teasing, though, I had to admit that the food sounded delicious—something different from the usual fast food that I usually picked up on my way home.
We both ordered salads, and as we ate our lunch, I realized how energized and refreshed the yoga session made me feel. “Who would have thought bending would make me sweat like that?” Ben raised a brow, a shit-eating grin on his face as he glanced down my body, eyes landing on my ass. “You’re terrible,” I told him, spearing my grilled chicken salad. “Also, this is delicious.”
After finishing our meal, we made our way to the spa area for our next appointment: a couple’s massage. The dimly lit room was fragrant with soothing scents of lavender and eucalyptus. Two massage tables were laid outside by side, and Ben and I climbed onto them, ready to enjoy some relaxation.
The masseuses entered the room and worked their magic, expertly kneading and manipulating the muscles in our bodies. As the tension ebbed out of my body, I glanced over at Ben, who had drifted off to sleep—a testament to the masseuse’s skill.
When the massage was over, I slowly sat up on the table and stretched, grinning at my snoozing boyfriend. I caught my masseuse’s eye and wordlessly gestured toward Ben, inquiring if I could continue massaging him for a short while longer. She glanced at the clock on the wall and whispered, “You have twenty minutes,” before leaving us in the room—alone.
Was this a bad idea? Maybe.
Glancing down at Ben’s body, I warmed my hands up before gently resuming the massage on Ben’s shoulders and arms. My fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns, now intimately familiar with every contour of Ben’s strong, muscular body.
“Feels so good,” Ben murmured appreciatively, rousing from his slumber and realizing it was me touching him. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I replied softly, my voice thick with affection. “I just wanted to make you feel as amazing as you make me feel.”
As my hands trailed lower, a small shiver ran through Ben’s body. My touch was gentle yet deliberate, the heat rising between us as our connection intensified. When my hand finally reached Ben’s cock, sliding inside his briefs, it responded instantly, hardening beneath my warm, firm grip.
“Leo,” Ben whispered, his voice husky with desire, but his eyes aimed at the door. “What are you doing, babe?”
“Let’s just say I’m full of surprises,” I replied, my fingers stroking Ben’s length as I bent over, dropping a soft kiss on his mouth. I started slowly, savoring the sensation of Ben’s arousal growing under my touch, then gradually increased my pace.
Ben writhed beneath me, pleasure radiating through every inch of his being. “Fuck, Leo,” Ben gasped, his breathing ragged. The sight of Ben—so vulnerable, so enraptured—sent a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered, using that nickname that he’d called me during our most intimate moments.
“Can’t... fuck, Leo…” Ben stammered, his entire body trembling—then, with a final shudder, he came, spilling over my hands with a minute to spare.
Ben looked dazed as I quickly sat him up and got him off the table. His cheeks flushed from the intense release, and he smiled wryly. “I guess that wasn’t part of the spa package?”
“Nope, that was a freebie on me.” I pressed a tender kiss to Ben’s lips before quickly cleaning up the table, still chuckling.
Our laughter resonated in the air around us as we passed the pool area, still holding hands after that quick bit of afternoon delight. But the sound caught in my throat when I spotted my ex-girlfriend, Leigh, walking out from one of the changing rooms with her sister. My heart pounded in my chest, a sudden surge of anxiety washing over me. “Fuck.”
Of course, she was here. I had been an idiot not to realize that she would come here on her birthday weekend, just as we had planned.
Just then, she spotted us. “Hey, Leo,” Leigh called out, surprise on her face as she approached us. “How have you been?”
Then Leigh noticed our joined hands and froze.
“Hi, Leigh.” I replied curtly, looking down to avoid eye contact. God, I was an ass. “I’ve been good.” Curiosity in her eyes shifted to confusion and then hurt as she sized up Ben and realized what had happened. “Talk to you later,” I said, and without waiting for further questions, I continued walking, pulling Ben along with me.
I couldn’t get away fast enough.
Ben was quiet until we turned the corner. “Everything okay?”
