Not Safe for Work(53)

“Right now? All the things I’m going to do once I can move again.” I pulled him against me, biting my lip when our cocks rubbed together between us. “God, I just want a few nights with you. Even if we never leave the bedroom.”

“That would be heaven,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry I can’t—”

He cut me off with a kiss. “You’re here. That’s all I’m worried about right now. Well and”—he pressed his cock harder against mine—“what to do about this.”

“Fuck…”

“But you’re also tired. And so am I.” He kissed the side of my neck. “So I have an idea.”

“Hmm?”

He hesitated. “I don’t want to be, um, out of line.”

I rested my hands on his hips. “I’ll let you know if you are.”

“You’re still worn down after the last few days.” Another soft kiss. “Why don’t we go back in the bedroom, and I’ll give you a massage to help you relax.”

The thought of those hands all over my skin… God, yes.

“And if I decide I want more than a massage?”

“Anything you want.” Cool breath rushed along the side of my neck. “Say the word.” His lips skated across my skin before he lifted his head, met my eyes and whispered, “Anything to make you feel good.”

You’ve already accomplished that mission.

I cradled his face in both hands and kissed him. “We should go back in the bedroom.”

We dried off, and in the bedroom, I lay on my stomach while he searched the nightstand drawer for something. A moment later, he pulled out a small bottle. Ah, massage oil.

“Just in case we decide to do more,” he said as he poured some on his hands, “this stuff is condom safe.”

I nodded, letting my unshaven jaw scuff against the pillowcase. “Good.” Not that I saw myself recouping enough energy to f*ck him, but anything was possible. He’d already managed to get me hard once. His oiled-up hands on my skin stood a pretty good chance of doing so again, and I was going to find some kind of energy reserve or something—naked in his bed without having sex? Not a chance.

Rick set the bottle aside. The mattress shifted a little, and then his warm, slippery hands met my shoulders, and yeah, we were definitely going to have to do something about a hard-on at some point. His hands were even better than I’d anticipated. Smooth, warm…strong. I loved the way they glided across my skin, and how he’d carefully work out any tension he found. And, for that matter, created a whole new breed of tension. It was impossible for him to touch me without turning me on, and the more he rubbed, kneaded, massaged my muscles, the more I wanted him.

After a while, he whispered, “May I do more?”

“Yes.” I was too relaxed—and quickly getting way too turned on—to make him explain himself.

“You might be more comfortable with a pillow under your hips.”

Under my—what the hell did he have in mind?

“All right.” I lifted myself up a little, and he handed me a pillow. When I came down, it was definitely more comfortable. I shifted a bit to accommodate my erection, and in doing so, didn’t realize he’d moved too until his lips met the base of my neck.

I gasped. Froze. Goose bumps sprang up all the way down to my toes.

“You all right?” he murmured against my skin.

“Mmhmm.” I squeezed my eyes shut.

Oh, you are so getting f*cked this morning. My God, Rick…

He wasn’t in a rush, though. He spent ages kissing the back and sides of my neck. His hand ran up and down my side, over my hip, along my arm, and his body was pressed up against mine, but it was those gentle kisses that held my focus. All the muscles he’d massaged were liquid now, my whole body melting at his touch.

He shifted around again, lifting himself up, and pressed another kiss to the back of my neck. The next was a little lower. Then lower. Still lower.

Kiss by kiss, gaining a fraction of an inch at a time, he followed my spine downward. Nerve endings went crazy. My senses were overloaded, my brain overwhelmed, and if my dick got any harder, I was going to flip over, shove it in his mouth and show him exactly how good he made me feel.

I was so enthralled with what he was doing, it was only when he reached my lower back that I realized what he probably had in mind. And how much I wanted him to.

He nudged my inner thigh, and I parted my legs for him.

And oh God… Yes.

He hadn’t been in a hurry, and he didn’t start now—his tongue was as gentle and lazy as his lips had been on my spine. He kneaded my cheeks with his fingers, and even that felt divine. Relaxing, arousing, hot as hell, and if I hadn’t already been turned on beyond belief, the things he did with his mouth would’ve been more than enough to get me hard as a f*cking rock. The tip of his tongue circled just right, and I almost lost my mind.

“Jesus,” I moaned, clutching the edge of the mattress. “That feels—” I gasped. “Oh my God.” So turned on. So dizzy. So— “I want you to f*ck me. Now.”

Rick stopped, and my breath caught at the sudden absence of his tongue against me. At least until he said, “I’ll get a condom.”

I dug my fingers into the mattress. I tried not to move at all, not when the very act of breathing rubbed my cock against the pillow and nearly made my head explode.