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“Oh, God,” he moaned. I licked over the shell of his ear and smiled when I heard the hitch in his breathing. “Are we getting massages too?”

“Only you. But I’m a selfish bastard and I don’t want anyone else touching you, so I’ll be the one giving you the massage,” I informed him.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as his body swayed against me.

“Yes, you can have that too, if that’s what you want,” I said, laying soft kisses down the side of his neck. He tilted his head to give me better access and I brushed my lips over the sensitive skin where his neck met his shoulder before biting down and giving the area a gentle suck.

Topher gasped as his hand came up and curled around the back of my head, holding me in place. His quiet moans spurred me on as I began peeling his clothes off, nibbling each new piece of tantalizing skin as it was revealed to me. When he was completely naked, I let my fingers glide gently down his spine, over the perfect curve of his ass, and around his hip as I moved in front of him.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I said, running my thumb along his bottom lip. I growled as he sucked it into his hot mouth and swirled his tongue around the pad. “Go lie down on the massage table.”

Topher blinked slowly, his eyes glazed with desire, but he followed my command. Without a word, he walked over and climbed onto the table, stretching out on his stomach and turning his head to the side so he could see me. Reaching for the waistband of my pants, I slid the button through the hole then slowly lowered the zipper.

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband, I let my pants fall to the floor. My balls lay heavy inside the thin material of my boxer briefs and the head of my cock peeked out above the elastic of my waistband, searching for the object of its desire. With Topher spread out naked on the table like a delicious feast, my cock was begging to be let loose so it could play. Topher licked his lips slowly, his eyes zeroed in on my erection.

“I want to taste you,” he said, his voice so husky, I barely recognized it.

“You can do anything you want to me,” I said as I finished getting undressed. His eyes lit up and he reached his hand out for me, but I moved just out of his grasp. “But first…I’m going to make sure you are completely relaxed.” I chuckled as his lips puckered into an adorable pout.

I finished undressing and climbed up onto the table, straddling my knees on either side of his hips. Topher lifted his butt up in the air and gave it a teasing little wiggle. My hand landed with a loud crack and he let out a long groan. Apparently my guy likes it a bit rough sometimes. Good to know.

Grabbing the massage oil off the side of the table, I poured a generous amount into my palm then rubbed my hands together to warm it. Topher moaned happily as I began smoothing my hands over his taut skin, using the heels of my hands to work the knots out of his stiff muscles.

“If you ever decide to quit the security gig, you could make a fortune as a masseur. Your hands feel like heaven,” he sighed.

“Would you be okay with me doing this to other men?” I asked teasingly.

He was quiet for a moment, giving my question some real thought. “You know, that sounds extremely hot…in theory. But in reality, I want to be the only man who benefits from your magic touch.”

I leaned down and breathed against his ear, delighting in the little shiver that coursed through his body. “Good answer. Like I told you before, I don’t share. As far as I’m concerned, you’re mine and I’m yours and no one gets to mess with that.”

“Mmm. I like the sound of that,” he murmured.

I continued the massage until his muscles were loose and pliable under my touch. I scooted down the table, my body rubbing against his in the most delicious ways. His legs spread apart in invitation and I moved between them. Picking up the bottle of flavored oil, I held it up over him and tipped it to the side. He jumped as the first drop landed on his heated skin, but then he let out a deep groan and I watched as it dripped down the crease of his ass and over his firm, smooth balls.

My pulse raced as I slid the side of one hand through his crease then let my fingers circle around his tight little pucker. Topher rocked his hips back and forth, seeking friction against the cushioned top of the table. “Please. Please, Greg. I need…” He whimpered as my finger rubbed over his hole once more.

“What do you need, baby?” I urged.

“I…I need…more. I need more. I need you,” he groaned.

Wanting to please him, I spread his cheeks apart, revealing his secrets to me. Flattening my tongue, I swiped it from his taint to the top of his crack. “Oh fuuuck! More,” he demanded.

He didn’t need to ask twice. Like a starved man, I pressed my face between his cheeks and began feasting on his sweet hole. I nibbled his rim gently between my teeth then licked over it to soothe the tender flesh. I reached beneath him and pulled his cock toward my mouth then I sucked on the head, humming when I was rewarded with a burst of salty goodness on my tongue.

I moved onto his balls next, laving them with my tongue and sucking them one by one into the heat of my mouth. A string of curses left his lips as I returned to his delectable hole, my head bobbing up and down as I speared my tongue deep inside him. When his words became incoherent, I moved back, replacing my tongue with my fingers.

“Oh, God. Please, please, please,” Topher cried. I loved this, loved the sounds of his moans and the taste of his skin. I loved the way his voice quivered and the needy little gasps he made, but most of all, I loved that it was me who could make him feel this good.

He panted as I slid a finger inside him and twisted my wrist. His hips rocked back onto my hand, his ass greedy for more. I quickly added a second finger and he was soon riding it as well. I looked between his legs, a wicked grin spreading across my face at the wet puddle his leaking cock had made. I was only disappointed that it wasn’t in my mouth instead.

His head shot off the table and he glared at me over his shoulder as I climbed down and let my feet hit the floor. “Where the hell are you going?” he whined.

“I’ll be right back,” I assured him with a wink.

Topher’s forehead landed on the table with a thud, making his voice sound muffled when he spoke. “People have seen us together, Greg. If I die of need, you’ll be the first person they suspect.”

I threw my head back with a laugh, my shoulders shaking. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m only grabbing a condom out of my pocket then. Wouldn’t want you to die of need. Besides, I’m too pretty to go to jail.”

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