Deep Tissue: Chapter Two

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There I was, fully naked, ass spread, the cheeks mountainous and slicked with oil, my hole puckering around his thumb.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, nodding through the pane.

I’d never seen myself like this before, so on display, in complete submission, my face broken, shattered.

I wanted him. More than that. I needed him.

A full smile broke across his face.

“More?” he asked.

I nodded. “More.”

And then…

“Let me see you.”

He turned crimson, suddenly bashful, shaking his head. “No. This is about you.”

I glanced down at his body, every sinew straining beneath the thin layers of his exercise gear. It was too much. I needed to see it.

“Please,” I pressed, my voice unrecognizable.

Desperate. Breathy. I was practically begging.

Reaching for the hem, he slipped the shirt over his head, pits gloriously revealed before he released his arms along his sides, flexing.

“Jesus.”

He cast his eyes downward, blushing, as if somehow he had no idea how insanely gorgeous he was.

“Thanks.”

It was better than I imagined, his body—the hard-won form of an active older man. He was just as lean as I’d thought, impossibly all muscle and no fat, skin slightly beaten by the sun. His pecs were pronounced and large atop his stomach, a long trail of ripples extending down his stomach to his hip bones, the tufts of his pubes peeking out from the waistband of his shorts.

My dick tightened between my legs.

How the fuck was this guy half naked before me?

And then he shifted closer, placing his hand back on my hole, his mouth just beside my ear.

“Now be a good boy,” he whispered, “and relax.”