Rowan #2
“Supposed?” I asked in an offended tone that I thought was a lot more believable than the one Clay had used earlier. “Oh, right, I’m sorry, I must not be helping right...is this better?”
I leaned forward so my hands wrapped around his waist and held his hips against the floor. Now my groin was pressed against him, but it was precisely the sort of position that would let him stretch comfortably.
Luka snorted, hanging his head. “Didn’t you get laid last night?”
“If I’m getting laid, you would know since you’d be there,” I reminded him. “So you tell me.”
“I know I shouldn’t make judgments or have expectations about someone’s personality, but I’ll be honest, you were not the sort of person I expected to be so...horny,” he said, but began shuffling his hands under him to push up once more.
“What can I say?” I asked, as he bent his upper body back. He was flexible enough that he could almost lean far enough for me to reach his lips. I didn’t, though. Instead, I let my breath blow across his neck as he stretched. “I like to surprise people.”
“You really don’t.”
“I do not, no.”
“But you think it’s funny that I’m bewildered by how much of a horn dog you are.”
“It is amusing, yes.”
“Should I be stupid enough to ask if it’s just me, or have you always been like this?”
“Well, I’ve always had a high sex drive. If I don’t find a release at least every other day, I get...restless.”
“Restless?”
I shifted so he didn’t have to guess where my dick was.
I pressed it against the underside of his ass.
I didn’t need the slight movements of his ass brushing against me to get hard, but it didn’t hurt.
It was hard to tell if his harsh breathing was because he was aroused or because he was stretching his body more now I was sitting atop him.
My body didn’t know the difference; all it knew was that I was on him, and he was breathing heavier, which translated directly to arousal, and that made me stiffen quickly.
“Restless,” I said as I felt him pause, clearly distracted by the sensation of me pressing against his ass provocatively. “Want to know a secret?”
“I hope it’s a secret you don’t expect me to keep,” he said with a little laugh. “Your ‘help’ is making it really hard to use my brain right now.”
“That wasn’t my intention,” I admitted. “But it’s a bonus you won’t hear me complain about. Any more than I’m sure you wouldn’t complain if I stretched you out in other ways.”
“Didn’t you have a secret to tell me?” he muttered.
“Sure,” I said, leaning forward so my breath tickled his neck and the back of his ear, a spot I knew from experience was sensitive, but drove him crazy when he was already aroused.
“That restlessness was part of the reason I was okay jerking off in front of you. As a matter of fact, when you interrupted the first time, I never finished getting off. So not only had I been interrupted before I could let off steam, but I had to carry around the mental image of you staring at my dick. So when it happened again? Well, let’s just say you aren’t the only person who suffers from their brain not cooperating. ”
“If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d have a hard time believing that anything can make you lose your common sense,” he chuckled, easing down so his back wasn’t stretching as much. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep going with yoga now.”
“Come now, you still have to stretch out your legs,” I said, no longer caring that my limbs were still loose and shaky as I slid off him to flip him over.
This time, though, I gripped the back of one of his thighs and pushed the leg back so his knee was hovering near his chest. “You were so worried about your back this whole time, you’ve neglected other parts of your body. ”
“Somehow I have the feeling you aren’t trying to be helpful at all,” he said with a laugh as I pushed a little more, letting my hand slide further up his thigh.
“Is there some other way for me to help?” I asked curiously, my other hand creeping up to his groin and giving it a light squeeze. He was hard, but it was so tangled in his underwear that he probably couldn’t get completely hard without being uncomfortable, if not in pain.
His eyes flashed. “Right here?”
“I’m not doing anything but trying to help you,” I told him softly, pulling my hand away. “Now, how does this stretching feel? Is it good? Too much?”
“I think I’m going to commit the first murder this resort has ever had,” he muttered as I pressed my hard cock against the back of his leg.
“I was told yoga was soothing and full of....what was it again? Mindfulness?” I said as I lay my hand on his waist, curling my fingers so they slid under the waistband of his underwear.
He was angled so my fingertips brushed against the head of his cock, and I smirked when his eyes darted toward me.
“I see we’ve given up on discretion,” he muttered, but not once did he try to stop me.
In fact, when I pushed my hand further into his pants, he raised his hips so I had an easier time pulling his cock free.
He must have been uncomfortable from the relieved sigh he gave, and I grinned as I began stroking him even as I continued pushing his leg back until his knee nearly touched his chest.
“There, is this relaxing enough for you?” I asked as I held that position, realizing I had never actually tested how far back his legs could go. Once I was done here, I would have to test that out.
“And if someone comes in?” he asked, glancing toward the door nervously.
“You roll over quickly, and I get back on your legs so it looks like I was helping you stretch,” I told him, sliding back so I could bring my mouth down around him before he came up with another worst-case scenario.
Had we agreed to be discreet? Absolutely.
Was I worried about someone coming in and seeing something?
Not really. It was the time when most people converged on the canteen, so we had a higher-than-usual chance of being left alone.
“Shit,” he muttered as I took him into my mouth, sucking gently on the head and running my tongue along the underside with swirling motions that made the leg resting on one of my shoulders tense.
Chuckling, I sucked more of him in and let it push into my throat.
I wasn't blessed with a no gag reflex, but that didn’t stop me from trying.
I paused long enough to wet a finger and reach under him, his hips raised slightly from his leg over my back, and it didn’t take much effort to find what I was looking for.
His hips bucked again when my finger slid into him, his hand gripping the shoulder not occupied by his thigh.
I pushed in as far as I could and continued sucking.
He started leaking, and if my mouth weren’t already full, I would have laughed at how easy it was to take him from aroused to making a mess just by playing with his ass.
I knew he’d said he was open to topping, but it was clear he really enjoyed bottoming.
Even if he ended up soft while my cock was inside him, he always enjoyed himself and still leaked all over the place.
“God, I love watching you do that,” he groaned, and I peered up at him as he stared down at me.
His worries about getting caught had apparently taken a back seat, because he was no longer cautiously looking around to make sure there was no one lurking outside.
In all fairness, we probably should have kept an eye on the door because, if someone were to look in, they would see enough to understand that his cock was in my throat and I was more than happy to have it there.
Then again, considering some of the guys here, those like Clay, but a lot quieter about it, would probably lurk outside to watch.
I wet my finger again, tasting his insides lingering there before pushing it back into him and curling it to brush against the nerves that made his dick jerk in my mouth and draw a low moan out of him.
I hadn’t gone into this with a plan, but seconds before, I had decided I was going to suck him off until he blew.
That idea lasted about thirty seconds, but now I was a finger deep, making him writhe and moan as I fucked him with my digit.
I was more than prepared to fuck him. Of course, even if we had supplies, there was no way I was going to risk that, but I also knew if I kept going, I would finish him off here and now.
I wasn’t surprised when he looked confused and irritated as I pulled off, leaving his dick to bob. “What are you doing?”
“I want to finish stretching you back in my room,” I told him with a smirk, reaching down to take hold of my own dick and swivel it around so it could be tucked into my waistband.
Of course, if my shirt pulled up, it would be blatantly obvious my dick was sticking straight up, but that wasn’t a concern right now.
“But that requires the supplies we have back in my room.”
“You won’t hear me complain,” he said with a snort as he got up, tucking his dick away in a similar fashion.
He paused, then stepped closer, reaching under my shirt, finding the part of my cock sticking out of my pants to stroke it.
Smirking, I bent to kiss him, loving the feel of him stroking me slightly as I stood there holding him.
“C’mon then. We should have time afterward to get something warm for dinner. ”
“And you accused me of thinking with my stomach.”
“Sometimes, but you think with your dick too,” he said with a laugh as he led me out of the room.