Page 30 of Hearts Adrift
Right there. Right in front of me. Within inches.
He must be crouched down to get the right angle and strength with his elbow. My shoulder that he’s working on is the one closest to him, within reach.
“Since I’ve felt this normal,” he goes on. “Like there’s nothing going on.”
Nothing going on except your balls in my face.
“It’s honestly nice to be the one giving the massage for once,” he tells me with a light chuckle. “I kinda miss the honest work of just … putting my hands to good use.”
His hands among other things.
From the sound of his voice, I don’t think he knows the exact proximity of his crotch to my face. Or that with every circle of his elbow, it grows closer. Am I too far over with my face at the edge of the couch? Did I do this to myself?
My cock pulses beneath me, grinding into the couch.
Then it hits me.
I was hard. That’s what his eyes had flicked down at earlier. My bulge was showing through my shorts when he took me from the table to the couch.
“Any soreness in your other shoulder?” he asks me.
My other shoulder? The one farther away from him? “I think it’s … it’s probably …”
“I can work it out, too,” he decides. “Y’know, to keep you balanced. Don’t know about you, but I always feel so weird when I only getoneside of me massaged.”
He leans forward even more to dig his elbow into my other shoulder—the farther away one.
And his crotch presses into my face.
“Wow, you seem evenmoretense on this side,” I hear him go on. Does he seriously not realize what he’s doing to me? “Are you sure it wasn’tthisshoulder that you pulled?”
I’m not sure of anything anymore. He’s affecting more than just my shoulders. My face is being gently fondled by his crotch. My own dick is being smoothly grinded into the couch cushions whether I want it to be or not, just from the circular movements of River’s strong elbow, which itself is supplying so many wavesof relief and pleasure from his efforts in massaging, radiating through my tense body.
“Sometimes,” he goes on obliviously, “I get so stressed when I act. You never realize how straining it is to perform and be ‘on’ for hours at a time—how much tension builds up in your body, even in places you don’t realize.”
Like your dick?“R-River …”
“And the emotional toll it takes, to pour yourself into a scene … Is there a kind of masseuse I can hire to work out the knots inside my mind and heart?”
I moan for an answer.
“Sorry,” he chuckles. “You didn’t ask to become my therapist. I’m probably chewing your ear off.”
“You … deserve …” I can barely make words. He has me melting into the cushions. “… someone to …”
“I deserve what?”
The massage has me in such a trance, I’m not sure if I’m even speaking anymore. All I know is, I feel so good for the first time in weeks, and my stresses are miles away. Theo is gone. Heather’s voice is gone. My dad’s worries, all gone. Numbers I analyzed over so many spreadsheets. It all floats away, carried out to sea, while my back ripples with pleasure and my face fills with the warm comfort of a famous actor’s bulge pressing against it.
It’d almost feel like a pillow, if I wasn’t so horny.
Maybe Chase was right. I really do need to get laid.
The thought is so ridiculous, I could almost laugh.
Except suddenly I’m not hearing anything. Not saying anything. Not thinking anything. Too exhausted for any of that. I’m simply adrift.
Chapter 9 - Finn
