Page 23 of Handy

“Big, strong bear,” Ledger purrs, running his hands down until he reaches my ass cheeks.

He digs into the muscles of my glutes just as enthusiastically as he massaged my shoulders, working out the tension. Every kneading grasp tugs me against him, rocking our cocks together, hard and wet and aching. I nuzzle his throat and give in to the gasping, needy little whines building on my tongue.

“There you go, just relax and let Ledgie take care of you.” He hums, slipping his soapy fingers into the crease of my ass. “How about a little story?” His fingertips tease over my hole. “Have you ever heard of Palm Island? It’s where the soap came from. I went a handful of years ago with my best friend, Jericho, for my twenty-first birthday. That place is wild, like gay paradise. Nude beaches crawling with hot guys… Of course, none of them were nearly as sexy as you.”

I want to tell him he doesn’t have to keep flattering me. If my throbbing dick wasn’t enough of a clue, I’m obviously a sure thing. But I don’t want to risk breaking his rule, so I just wheeze out a laugh against his shoulder.

“One night while we were there, we got so drunk we fell asleep on the beach. We woke up to this behemoth of a man standing over us, blocking the morning sun with his massive body. He didn’t say a word though, just handed us a bag ofdonuts and a couple of to-go coffees from the donut shop there called The Tasty Hole. Then he just walked away.” Ledger laughs at the memory, the sound as warm as sunshine. “Where’s your favorite place to vacation?” he asks, doing his best to soap up my arms and chest while I cling to him like a barnacle. When he can’t reach anywhere else, he puts his hands on my hips to ease me away. I tighten my arms around him, and he chuckles. “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere, let me just turn you around so I can reach your front.”

I want to laugh at how ridiculous I’m being. If he doesn’t go running for the hills after this, there might be something wrong with him. But I let him spin me around carefully, and then he’s right up against me again, just from behind this time. His cock nudges between my ass cheeks, his chest against my back, his chin resting on my shoulder. He adds some more soap to his hands and then gets right back to work, lathering up my chest and running his hands slowly down my belly.

“The U.P.,” I answer, leaning my weight into him again, my cock twitching as his hands move closer without actually touching, the rich lather of the soap running down my belly and clinging to my pubic hair. “My favorite place to vacation,” I clarify when he doesn’t respond right away.

“Oh, I’ve never been.”

“Seriously?” I try to turn my head to look at him and he just grins and kisses my lips. Then, he slips his hands even lower and wraps one around my cock.

Heat jolts through me and I buck into his grip with a moan. My shaft slides easily through the loose channel of his soapy fingers, with just enough friction to make my knees quake and my balls feel heavy without any relief.

“Lots of good camping and state parks up there, right?” he asks conversationally, moving his hand up and down my length with that same loose grip.

“Uh-huh.” I grunt, canting my hips again, chasing every teasing stroke.

“Do you like to camp, Griff?” He darts his tongue out to lap up the water streaming down the side of my neck.

“Uh-huh,” I pant again.

Ledger flattens one hand over my hip to hold me against him, and I can feel the throb of his cock trapped between my ass cheeks. He rolls his hips and grinds into my crease, tightening his grip just a little when he reaches my cockhead.

“Maybe we could plan a camping trip together sometime. We could take a weekend off and go up to the U.P., check out some hiking trails, sleep under the stars…” he murmurs as he kisses along the slope of my shoulder and strokes me faster.

Honestly, I don’t have the first clue what he’s saying. He could be trying to teach me calculus or telling me the secrets of the universe, but all I can focus on are the feeling of his hands on me and the achy, horny tension building in my gut.

“Uh-huh.” I bob my head agreeably.

He flicks his tongue against my skin and ruts against me a little faster, his breath just as heavy as mine as his grip gets tighter and tighter around my cock.

“You’d agree to anything right now just so I’ll get you off, wouldn’t you?” I can feel the shape of his smile against my shoulder and a heated shiver runs through me.

“Uh-huh.”

“Sweet teddy bear,” he purrs, dropping all teasing and giving me what I need.

His panting breath ghosts against the shell of my ear as he humps and ruts against me, jerking me in the same frantic rhythm with a little twist of his wrist every time he reaches my cockhead. My toes curl and I let my head fall back, my legs barely holding me up. No, most of that work is being done by Ledger,his body sturdy against mine from behind, his arms firm around me, touching me, holding me.

In spite of how heavy my balls are and how tight the heat is in my gut, my orgasm manages to take me by surprise.

“Ledge,” I gasp out his name, my knees quaking and my eyes flying open as my balls finally constrict and my cock starts to pulse in his grasp, spilling thick ropes of cum down his fingers to mingle with the soap still coating his knuckles and filling his palm.

His hips snap again and then he shudders against me with a guttural groan, spilling his release over my ass cheeks and the small of my back. We writhe and grind and pant through the waves of our orgasms, our shouts echoing off the tiled walls, the smell of sex filling the bathroom, as thick as the steam.

I stumble forward when he loosens his hold on me, and I brace my hand against the nearest wall to steady myself. Ledger isn’t far behind, still brushing kisses against the back of my neck and murmuring sweet words I can’t hear over the rush of my pulse in my ears.

A new weight settles in my gut that I can’t swallow down though. What happens when Ledger gets bored with this whole thing? What happens once I’ve finished fixing his living room and renovating his bathroom? I’m sure he has no shortage of guys who would gnaw an arm off just to spend five minutes basking in his addictive attention, but what happens to me? What if I can’t lock down the neediness again? What if I’m broken now and it’s all his fault?

LEDGER

“I have never seen anyone go from cum-drunk to scowly that fast. It has to be some kind of record,” I tease, reaching for the bodywash again so I can clean myself up.

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