Page 111 of In Plain Sight

“Mine too.” Thesnickof a cap opening tickled my ear, and a moment later, slick hands pressed against my back as the soft scent of vanilla encircled us. “Now relax and tell me if I’m being too rough or you don’t like something.”

Closing my eyes, I crossed my arms under my forehead and let my body relax.

Luka’s slick hands moved over my back, kneading and squeezing my muscles as his nimble fingers found a myriad of knots I hadn’t even realized were there.

“Oh god,” I moaned as he worked out a particularly stubborn knot in the shoulder I’d wrenched. “How are you so good at this?”

“Years of playing hockey.” He smoothed his hands over my shoulder, the last of the pain gone and replaced with a delicious tingling sensation. “I spent a lot of time getting massaged by the team trainers.”

I moaned again when he started working my neck, using just the right amount of pressure.

“Good?” he teased.

“So good,” I said on a groan, not caring about how gone I sounded.

He chuckled and kept massaging me like he could read my mind and knew exactly what I wanted.

I lay there, boneless and barely able to think straight as Luka worked his magic hands over my back, shoulders, neck, arms, and even my upper thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asked, kneading my ass cheeks in his strong hands.

“So okay,” I mumbled into the bed.

His touch was perfect, strong and firm but gentle enough that I didn’t feel like I was being manhandled.

In fact, his grip was a little too good, and my cock was rock hard and aching in no time.

Luka finished massaging my ass and shifted so he was sitting on my thighs again, his cock resting on my crease as he resumed massaging my back.

Unable to help it, I bumped my hips up the slightest bit, pressing back against his dick.

“Keep doing that and I might forget that I’m supposed to be helping you relax,” he warned.

I did it again. Sex might be off the table, but that wasn’t the only way to get off.

“Now who’s the brat?” he asked with a soft chuckle, running his hands down my back until he gripped my ass in his still slick hands.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “What are you going to do about it?”

His eyes darkened with heat. “What am I allowed to do?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” He tilted his hips so his cock was nestled between my cheeks. “What if I want to fuck your crease and come all over your back?”

I let out a shuddering breath and lay my head back on the bed. “Do it.”

With a low groan, Luka thrust his hips and dragged his cock through my crease. The little bit of friction against my hole felt incredible, and I sank into the sensations of being completely relaxed and so turned on I might burst.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, pushing my ass cheeks together to create a tight passage for his cock to slide through.

“So good.”

Luka let out a soft cry and sped up his hips. Wanting to see him, I looked back over my shoulder.

He was magnificent, his powerful body moving gracefully in the dim light, his eyes glued to where we were joined.

A moment later he lifted his gaze to meet mine, and I saw the moment he tipped over the edge as his eyes rolled back and he let out the sexiest groan I’d ever heard.

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