Page 64 of Studious
But then Danny moans.
And yep. There’s my cock. Great.
I can’t even shift to hide it, because the masseur has the blanket pulled down so far. But he tells me to move my legs. I think he knows what’s happening and is trying to help me.
So, there’s that.
I let Sven work my arms and my legs. He runs firm fingers over my face and plays with my hair, drawing strong fingers over my scalp.
And then, with a light touch to the top of my head, he says, “Done. We’ll let you rest. Take your time getting up.”
Both therapists quietly leave the room.
Danny and I lie in silence for a few moments. “What do you think?” he says after a while.
“I think you were right. I needed to be touched.”
He turns his head to me, and I get the full force of his grin.
“I also think,” I continue, “that I need to get laid.”
“That’s the whole point of this exercise, no?”
“Yes.” I shiver. “But having someone touching me. It felt so fucking good.”
“I’m glad.”
“Do we really need to get up?”
“We do.”
“Then okay. Just…” I squeak an embarrassing noise. “It was kind of um, erotic.”
“It was.” Danny gestures at his blanket, and, oh God, he has an erection, too.
“Do you want me to leave you by yourself for a moment?” I ask.
“It’s fine.”
“Or you could take care of it. Oh my God, I said that out loud. And it’s probably not something you should do in a place like this. I wouldn’t want the workers to have to deal with the mess. But, I mean, I could leave and you can— Or I don’t have to leave.”
Shit.
He grins, wide and wicked. “First off, who told you that you should only have sex in places where you’re ‘supposed to’? And second, have you ever seen another man come? Besides on a screen?”
I shake my head.
He scrubs his hands over his face. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but yeah, you can watch. Just don’t tell anyone at work. I don’t want them to think I’m sexually harassing you.”
“You most definitely are not.”
He blows out a breath. “I’d better be fast. And clean up after.”
But instead of the quick motion I’m expecting, he slowly trails a hand down and plays with his balls through the blanket.
And fuck.
That’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. After a few moments, he slips his hand under the blanket, and I can see his movements, starting off slow, then picking up the pace.
