Page 54 of The New Guy
He smiles suddenly, and then does a super human ab curl and sits up. “So can I get those briefs off you now?”
“Sure. Why not,” I say casually. As if I’m not already throbbing for him. “But if you intend to take this to the bed, you might want to wash off that oil first.”
“Yeah, I thought of that. But I have a question. Who treats you?”
“Me?” I don’t understand the question. “I’m not injured.”
“So? Doesn’t mean you don’t get stiff.”
“Oh, I’m plenty stiff.” I point at my cock, which is trying to escape these boxer briefs.
He doesn’t even smile. “I’m not joking. You’re always there, making sure I get patched up. And I appreciate the way you touch me—in every possible way. So why don’t you lie down and let me be in charge for a few minutes?”
In charge?Unngh. I love it when he takes control. “If you insist.”
EIGHTEEN
Gavin
I getup and wash my hands, which are coated in massage oil. When I return, Hudson is waiting. He’s chosen an acoustic guitar song, and he’s dimmed the lights even further.
It shouldn’t feel awkward switching places with him, but it does. I lie down on the towels, my cheek on my folded hands, feeling self-conscious.
“Sir, I’m going to need to remove these,” Hudson says, his fingertips at the waistband of my underwear. “Do you mind?”
“No.” And now I’m smiling. “I wouldn’t want to make your job more difficult.”
“Appreciate it.” He gives a tug, I lift my hips, and the fabric slides off my body. “That’s better. Now tell me—where do you usually carry tension?”
My poor ignored dick gives a throb. “Usually? My shoulders. But right this moment…”
“Shoulders it is, then,” he says briskly. “Stay there.”
I hear the click of the oil bottle. And then Hudson positions himself with one muscular knee on either side of my hips. Broad hands land on my shoulders, and he begins to stroke my traps with his thumbs.
“Unnngh,” I say immediately. “Wow. You have nice, strong hands.”
“Thank you, sir,” he whispers. “Now just relax and let me work here.”
And work he does. Those broad hands move up to my neck, his thumbs rubbing firmly at the base of my skull. It feels incredible. Then he works his way back down to my shoulders and picks up the rhythm.
I feel my neck relax. And my limbs grow heavy. I can’t even remember the last time I had a massage. It’s been two years at least. Hudson isn’t phoning it in, either. He works tirelessly down my back. Then he spends some time on my hips, and then my glutes.
The massage oil is reapplied, and he moves onto my thighs. “Roll over, sir.”
Oh, yes please. In a state of bliss, I sort of ooze my way onto my back. My dick is the only part of me that’s still stiff.
But the massage continues. He spends some time on my feet, and then works his way back up my legs.
“Sir, our time here is almost up. But I specialize in happy endings. It’s included in the price.”
My stomach shakes with laughter. “As long as it’sincluded.”
I hear the sound of the oil bottle once more. And I brace myself for the firm hand that lands on my…
…Thighs. He rubs my inner thighs, and I groan with disappointment.
“It’s a special technique,” he says quietly. “If sir would just be patient.”
