Page 65 of How to Trust a Hellhound
“You have such a beautiful back, Wilder,” he murmured. “Relax and let me make you feel good.”
I hummed in response, and his hands moved to my arms, rubbing my biceps and squeezing them. His touch wasn’t tentative—it was sure and possessive, and it made me melt. He moved down each arm and massaged each hand, even rubbing every finger. I had no idea my fingers even needed to be massaged, but I felt the tension sliding out of me the longer he worked on me.
By the time he was kneading my thighs, my dick was hard. I couldn’t help it—Josh’s touch was magical, and his scent surrounded me. I tried not to think about it and focused on Josh’s touch. When he reached the tops of my thighs, he didn’t stop. He went on to knead my ass, and a groan escaped me again.
“I love taking care of you,” Josh said softly. “Roll over for me, Wilder.”
I opened my eyes, barely aware that I’d shut them. “Umm…” I muttered.
“It isn’t anything I haven’t seen before,” Josh said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I did as he asked and rolled over, my dickhard and flushed. I looked at Josh’s face, but he only had a soft smile for me, like he was perfectly fine with my very turned on state.
“Close your eyes and just enjoy, Wilder,” he murmured, taking a foot in his hand and beginning to rub it.
I did as he asked, letting my eyes drift shut and just feeling. He lavished attention on each foot, pressing into the soles and rubbing the arches. He firmly rubbed and kneaded each leg, then massaged each arm. By the time he reached my chest, I was turned on and yet also incredibly relaxed. His hands remained firm as he rubbed each pec, brushing over each nipple. I was breathing deeply and softly moaning with his touches.
I almost shot off the bed when I felt his oil slick hand on my cock. My eyes flew open and my hands went up, but Josh stopped what he was doing.
“Shh. Close your eyes and relax. Enjoy your massage, Wilder,” he ordered.
“You’re gonna kill me, Mei Ume,” I said, but he only shushed me again.
I smiled and did as he asked, closing my eyes and trying to relax again. I was rewarded with his hand on my dick again. He gently massaged me, his hands soft and warm as they slid up and down my shaft, focusing on the head and rubbing at the underside. It was slow and easy, and somehow despite how totally turned on I was, it was also relaxing. One hand gently caressed my balls, giving them their own massage.
“Mei Ume, let me…” I started.
“Shhh. I’m giving you a massage. All you need to do is lay there and feel. No moving, Wilder.”
Josh was in no rush, and I didn’t think his aim was to make me come. He never sped up, he just gently caressed me, making appreciative noises and moans every so often. A hand would occasionally caress up my leg, onto my chest, rubbing against my nipple, then itwould travel back down to my balls, all while his other hand worked me.
I descended into a sort of haze, like I was floating on a gentle wave, the pleasure ebbing and flowing. My body felt like it was detached from me except in the places that Josh was touching. Thoughts left my head, and all I could do was feel.
I don’t know how long Josh touched me, but at some point, the pleasure took a turn, and I felt the peak coming.
“Mei Ume,” I whispered.
Josh hummed, and then both hands were working me, rubbing and pumping, and my orgasm washed over me like a gentle breeze. It seemed to go on and on, yet it was soft and easy. I panted through it, feeling like I was being drained in every way.
Josh leaned down and nuzzled at my thigh, giving me small kisses, and I could hear his heavy breathing. I felt like I could barely move, but I wanted Josh to feel good, too. “Mei Ume, let me—” I began, but Josh moaned, long and low, his teeth sinking gently into my thigh. I felt my dick twitch valiantly, because it was sexy as hell to have Josh mark me.
After a moment, he crawled up my body, laying next to me, naked, and I felt his soft, wet cock against my thigh. He’d been so turned on from pleasing me that it hadn’t taken much for him to come. I wondered if he’d used my own cum to jerk himself off, and a thrill went through me at the thought. He reached over and grabbed tissues to clean us up, and then he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my side.
I felt myself drifting in a sea of calm. We didn’t speak for a bit. Josh’s breath tickled the hairs on my chest, and his fingers gently caressed me. I ran my hand gently up and down his arm, smiling when goosebumps rose at my actions. I leaned down and kissed him on the head.
“Thank you, Mei Ume. I’ll reciprocate the favor.”
Josh looked up at me. “I wanted to take care of you. You’realways looking out for my pleasure, even when taking your own. I wanted this to be about you. You needed to relax, and I wanted to help you do that.” He smiled at me. “Not that I’ll ever complain, but you don’talwayshave to be in charge.”
I laughed lightly, leaning down and kissing his lips. “I enjoy being in charge of your pleasure. That brings me pleasure. But you were right that I needed to just relax. That was a gift. Thank you.”
Josh was glowing at the praise, and I wondered how I was so lucky to have such a giving, beautiful man by my side.
Which made me realize that perhaps it was the time for honesty. Not that I’d been dishonest, exactly, but I hadn’t told Josh I’d marked and mated him. I ran my fingers along his neck where I’d bitten him.
“We need to talk, Mei Ume,” I said.
He frowned. “Nope. Unless you’re breaking up with me, donotstart a conversation with that serious face and that phrase.”
