7. Jace #2
His eyes dart briefly to the floor as he takes a shaky breath.
“I didn’t want to force it or get my hopes up.
Plus I knew with Axel living here there was a chance you’d pass through eventually, and I figured if we saw each other during one of those trips it’d be–” his cheeks flush as he takes another timid breath “–it’d mean something. ”
“This isn’t a random meeting though. I planned it. ”
“It’s random for me. And it means you wanted to see me again.” He notices the lump under my robe and not so subtly adjusts his own bulge, which I very nearly step into to feel a little relief.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on just looking at someone. Or maybe it’s his words I’m reacting to.
Despite the need for friction on my cock, it’s my chest I absently rub. But the movement causes the soft terry robe to glide over my rigid dick, and without meaning to I utter a pained groan.
“Let's get you into a room before these boners get me fired.” Blake opens the lounge door and holds it ajar for me to pass through, but with my willpower fading, I get close enough that the back of my hand brushes over his dick as I walk by.
He utters a whispered fuck , causing me to bite my lip to hold in a groan of my own.
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 he erases the distance between us, plastering himself to my back.
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 a sinful 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 shoulder, and my body seems to deflate.
My cock is still hard, but the decadent release of pent-up muscle tension forces my arousal to take a backseat to the utter bliss of rigid muscle turning to jelly.
Strong fingers knead along my neck, my spine, my back, lulling me into a boneless state.
One where my lust simmers beneath the surface without demanding to be satisfied.
A suspended euphoria that’s equal parts arousing and relaxing, yet never quite tips the scales in either direction. Fucking hell, he’s good at this .
Blake’s hands coast over my skin, alternately kneading and caressing my tired limbs, pulling contented moans from my throat. His touch is both methodical and… reverent almost, as if he regards this— me —as something special.
When he’s done with my back, he 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.
Normally, I’d associate that particular area with foreplay, and having his hands on those globes is definitely a turn on, but since he’s also massaging muscles that are in a constant flex while I ride his touch is just as soothing as it is exciting.
Every once in a while, just when I’m starting to lean toward a subtle calm rather than desire, Blake’s fingers lightly graze over my hole, promising more to come.
The mix of soft caresses and focused pressure has my cock aching with need, and just when I’m ready to demand he stop teasing me and offer relief, he drifts to my calves and feet, making my body limp all over again.
Alternating between aroused 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 and I’m damn near vibrating, 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, only to fall back to the table when 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 can feel how hard I am in his hand, how heavy my balls are, leaving me torn between prolonging the pleasure and tipping over the edge.
Both options sound really fucking good, though I can do little more than press my hands against the table for leverage as Blake toys with my cock.
I’m at his mercy in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been with another partner, though I’m totally at ease with that.
In fact, I could see myself getting used to it.
He’s a fucking magician with those hands, so much so I don’t even realize he’s taken one off my shaft to start prepping me until I feel a finger nudge my prostate.
It’s only Blake’s firm grip on the base of my shaft that keeps me from shooting off right then and there.
“Your dick is so swollen right now,” Blake pants as he continues to stretch me. “I really want to suck on it, but I want to fuck you too.”
“Do it. Fuck me,” I grit, knowing I’m likely to nut the second he takes me in his mouth, and I don’t want this to end yet.
He lets me go long enough to unzip his pants and fish his own bulging cock out with one hand while he reaches for a condom with the other.
“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 his hips in rhythm to the hand pumping my length .
In contrast to the prolonged foreplay, Blake sets a steady pace the moment he’s sheathed inside me.
Still somewhat boneless from the massage, I can do little else but lie motionless as he 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.
Between the sensory overload building in my core, and the hedonistic image of Blake’s sculpted torso rippling with every thrust, I’m helpless to do anything other than sit back and take the pounding he’s giving me, 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.
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 holds my dick the entire time, licking his lips as he watches me paint myself with my release.
It’s not until I’m spent that he pumps twice and throws his head back, the tendons in his neck straining just under the skin as he empties into me with a barely contained groan.
I hope he doesn’t object to me moving here, cause there’s no way in hell I can give this up.