Page 51 of Touchdown, Tennessee
What kind of comfort could I even provide?
I watched his eyes, looking down at the bottle and pouring some of the gel onto his hands, lathering it in his palms. He moved to the side and motioned for me to get under the water, and as I stepped under the spray, he started working the gel onto my skin.
“This okay?” he asked as he kneaded his fingers into my muscle between my shoulder blades.
“Holy fuck,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering shut.
He wasn’t just working the body wash over me, he was full-on massaging my shoulders, deep and slow.
“Too hard?”
“No. Good. So fucking good. You have a calling in massage therapy if you don’t become a lawyer.”
I leaned against the wall of the shower as he massaged me, working his knuckles into the area just below my neck.
“Have you ever gotten a sports massage?” he asked.
“Not as much as I should.”
For the next five minutes he worked his way along my back, getting every tense spot in my muscles. He may as well have been hypnotizing me. I dropped into a sub-verbal state, existing purely just to have him touch me, the most relaxing thing I’d felt in months.
Focusing on me.
Drawing attention away from himself, again.
He lathered up more and slid his fingers between my ass cheeks, and as he washed me there my cock started to harden again involuntarily.
I felt him move behind me and a moment later, there was a hot, slick pressure on my hole.
It was his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, my cock throbbing in response. “Christ, Gray, I don’t understand you.”
His tongue lapped against me. I wasn’t hypnotized, I was goddamn intoxicated.
“What’s not to understand?”
“You act all pissed off at me, then you feelthis fucking good. You can’t act surprised when I want more from you.”
He hummed. “Trust me, Peach, I’m not surprised about that.”
I groaned as I felt him push his tongue in, just a little, then take it away.
“Teasing me.”
“Good.”
He stood up behind me again, wrapping one arm around my chest.
He pinched my nipple, and at the same time, I felt one finger press into my hole from behind.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
He pushed the finger deeper as he pinched my nipple harder, the twin sensation driving me absolutely insane.
His lips pressed against the side of my neck as he sucked a slow kiss there. I was completely wrapped in his body and I swore I could have come just from this if I put my hand around my cock for even a moment.
Slowly, he slid his finger out, took away his touch, and left me deprived and desperate all over again.
