I do as I’m told. It’s a weird position to lie in, but the sofa is more comfortable than I was expecting. I’m not sure where to put my arms, so I cross my hands over my stomach.
“Relax,” he says, massaging my left foot. “Close your eyes.”
I obey. The room and everyone else in it fade away, allowing me to pretend we’re more alone than we are. I concentrate on the way Spence’s knuckles move over the sole of my foot. He applies enough pressure that it doesn’t tickle at all.
“That’s nice,” I murmur. I wonder what other nice things he’s going to do to me.
After a while, he switches to the other foot, massaging it just as firmly. The pressure seems to travel up my body until I start to relax. My hands slip from my stomach and fall, so they’re on the floor
When he’s done with my feet, he takes hold of my calves, somehow supporting them and massaging them at the same time. I had no idea a massage could feel so amazing. But the knowledge that people are probably watching us—watchingme—keeps me from relaxing completely. Even with my eyes shut, I can’t pretend we’re alone or that the sounds of sex I’m hearing are actually a loud porn movie rather than couples a breath away.
Spence runs the heels of his hands down my thighs, lifts them, and then repeats the action from just above my knees to where my legs join my body. I moan with each strong downward stroke. A surprised squeak rips out of me when he cups my balls in his hand. He begins to massage them wondrously gently. My chest shudders as I exhale, and I arch my back and neck.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes. Oh!”
I don’t care that my voice has risen a long way above a whisper. It seems to be okay to be loud as long as it’s the sounds of sex rather than chatter.
“Oh god, Spence!”
His other hand grips my cock and strokes upwards from root to tip. His thumb swipes over my slit, and then he smears pre-cum over my length. He keeps stroking my cock and massaging my balls, and all I can do is moan and writhe and try to find something to clutch. There’s nothing to gain purchase on, so I splay my arms above my head instead.
The next second he’s rubbing his finger over my taint, getting closer and closer to my hole. He pushes his thumb over my entrance, and I thrust my hips towards him.
“You look stunning,” he croons. “You’re so fucking sexy right now, Corey.”
My mind’s not working enough to doubt him. “Fuck me,” I beg.
He chuckles. “Soon. Open your eyes.”
I do. Even though the light is dim, it’s still a sharp contrast to the fuzzy darkness I’ve been enveloped in. I blink until my eyes adjust. Spence is standing between my legs. I’m disappointed that he’s still fully dressed until I realise that’s exactly why he wants me to look. He begins to remove his clothes, taking his tie off and then undoing each shirt button slowly, ramping up my anticipation. He takes his shirt off, and I stare at his chest. He’s like me—a normal guy, which means he’s absolutely perfect. He has a dark covering of hair over his chest, which trails down over his stomach to his belt. That’s the next thing he takes off, tugging it free of the loops on his trousers. I can’t see past his thighs, but that hardly seems to matter as he slips his trousers and underwear off in one go and then stands tall, giving me a fantastic view of his hard cock. The head flushed red with the blood pumping into it. Pre-cum drips from his slit, and I lick my lips as I imagine what it would be like to stretch my mouth around it.
“I’m hard for you.” He pumps his cock a couple of times, causing more pre-cum to leak from the slit.
I want to lick it so badly, but I don’t dare ask if I can. Right now, until we’re done fucking, he’s my Dom. I surrendered all my power to him, and I’m fucking glad I did. He reaches for a packet of lube, and I watch, entranced, as he tears it open and squeezes the transparent gel over his fingers. He touches his damp fingers to my pucker, stroking, teasing, until I’m quivering all over. I have to fight against the urge to close my eyes. I want to watch him as he plays with me. He’s staring at my arse like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I feel safe with him. My body justknowsthat he’s going to take good care of me tonight.
He moves his stare from my arse to lock with mine. “All good?”
I nod.
He raises his eyebrows. “I’m going to need more than a nod, Corey.”
“Yes! I’m good. So fucking good.”
“I’m glad. I’m going to warm you up so you’re ready to take my cock.”
“Yes, please.”
My mind scrabbles to work out what I’m meant to be calling him right now. We didn’t agree on any honorifics. Is he Spence, Sir, Master, or something else? It seems like the wrong time to ask as he pushes his finger inside my arse. I gasp as my muscles pulse around his digit.
“Oh god.”
“You’re so tight.”
“It’s been a while,” I pant. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but I can definitely feel the way my muscles have to stretch to accommodate his finger.
He waits until I’ve relaxed again. While he waits, he uses his other hand to stroke my thigh. It’s a firm, grounding motion that centres me. Eventually, I relax so my arse is hugging his finger rather than clenching it for dear life.
