Page 15 of Handy

He groans again and arches up into my touch instantly. I press into him, finding the knots deep in his muscles easily and focusing on them. He relaxes under me, melting into the bed with muffled grunts and groans as I work each knot one by one.

“Can I tell you a secret, Griff?” I ask as I lean into a particularly stubborn knot and use both thumbs to loosen it.

He grunts in a way I’m starting to learn means ‘sure.’ I’ll be fluent in Griff Bear in no time.

“I jerked off in your shower this morning using your lube.”

He makes a horny sound and thrusts his ass against my aching cock again.

“I’m glad you’re not mad. I was worried it might have been an impolite thing to do, but I just got so horny thinking about getting my hands on you tonight that I couldn’t help myself.”

Griff groans again and I work my way a little lower, focusing on the tension in his lower back. For a minute or two the only sounds he makes are reactions to the massage, but then he whispers one quiet word I almost don’t hear.

“Why?”

“Why what, big bear?” I grind my palms in a little deeper to drag a few more happy rumbles from him.

“Never mind,” he mumbles.

“Why did thinking about having you naked in my bed make my dick hard?” I tease, climbing off him once I’m satisfied that he’s nice and relaxed, then nudging him to roll over onto his back. “Hmm, mystery of the ages, I guess.”

He groans a laugh as he rolls over, his hard cock slapping against his belly with a glistening strand of precum clinging to his cockhead. I reach for the lube and climb on top of him again. This time my still-clothed cock nudges against his.

Griff hooks his fingers into the elastic band of my briefs and tugs on them with a wordless demand and another grunt. His eyes are trained on mine, full of heat and intensity. Why is he so fucking sexy? This man could do nothing but growl and grunt and I swear I would hand him the deed to this shitty house and anything else he wants.

I shove my briefs down and my cock springs free. It’s just a little shorter than his, a little thicker, with a slight upward curve to the head. He reaches for it, and I playfully slap his hand away.

“I’m not finished with your massage, sir,” I huff, grabbing the lotion again and filling my palm a second time. I lean forward, and the angle has our cocks nudging against each other. I dig my fingers into the still-tight muscles of his neck and shoulders from this new position, rocking my hips slowly.

Griff’s eyes drift closed and his mouth goes slack, a happy rumbly sound falling from his lips as I rub him and touch him, the heads of our cocks bumping with every forward thrust, our shafts dragging against each other. It’s just a tease really, nowhere near enough friction to get either of us off. That doesn’t stop him from trembling underneath me though, precum drooling from his cock to pool on his belly with every roll of my hips.

“This is what you need, isn’t it?” I purr. “You just need to be touched and rubbed and taken care of.”

Griff whimpers, and holy mother of dragons, it’s even better than I imagined. My cock jerks with an aching throb, spilling precum onto his shaft. I rock against him again, our balls bouncing together. My lotion-slicked hands glide easily over his chest and shoulders, our mouths hovering close to each other.

I move my hands lower, over his chest and down to his belly again. I’m not even really massaging him anymore, just petting him, mesmerized by the way his whole body twitches and arches into every little touch, his hands fisting the sheets like he’s not sure whether he should touch me back or not. I thrust faster, watching the hitch of his chest and the rosy color rising in his cheeks, enjoying the flutter of his eyelids and the slackness of his mouth hanging open to let out quiet grunts and groans.

“Ledge,” he gasps, finally letting go of the sheets and digging his fingers into my thighs.

I reach for his cock, and as soon as I wrap my lotion-slicked fingers around his shaft, he jackknifes off the bed with a roar, thick spurts of cum erupting from him, oozing over my knuckles. My cock pulses sympathetically and I tighten my grip, cooing and praising him, still petting his belly with my other hand as I stroke him through his orgasm. The throb of his pleasure reverberating through my hand makes my balls tighten and my skin burn. My hips snap involuntarily, the head of my cock stillbumping against his, catching the hot, thick spurts of cum that flood out of his cock like he hasn’t come in ages.

“Fuck,” he pants, sagging into the bed once his cock stops twitching. “Sorry.”

“You have to stop apologizing, big bear.” I smile, wrapping my cum-drenched hand around my own cock.

He grunts, his eyes focusing on my hand on my cock, and he reaches for me, wrapping his hand around mine. Holy hell, why is that hotter than him just jerking me off himself? His big, warm hand covers mine and he holds my gaze as we move together, my breath speeding up and my balls tightening as I stroke myself in earnest, fast and desperate.

Without warning, Griff pushes up onto his elbow and his mouth collides with mine in a hot, wet, tongueless kiss. I whimper into the cavern of his mouth as our lips move together, my hips snapping wildly and my thighs quaking. He growls and bites down on my bottom lip and I’m done for. Heat explodes through me. My toes curl and my cock stiffens even more before it starts to pulse in long, slow, heady throbs that make me moan against his lips and hump into our combined grip as I unload rope after rope of cum onto his belly.

Griff kisses me and kisses me, making sweet little grunting noises until my balls are drained and I can’t hold myself up a second longer. I collapse next to him with a sated smile.

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” I ask, still breathless.

He grunts and arches an eyebrow at me, and I chuckle.

“I figured I’d order something. You can stay and we can hang out.” I shrug, trying to sound casual.

He makes another noise in his throat, staring into the middle distance for an insanely long second before shaking his head.

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