I stay put, wondering what on earth could make the dead rise. My cock is shriveled and stuck to my thigh like it’s still winded from whatever nerve just pinched its life supply. Remy shifts and settles on his knees between my thighs, a tender smile on his face. His palms glide up my thighs, and he bends, pressing a kiss to the juncture at my hip.
Great. Now I get to disappoint him twice.
“Remy,” I warn gently, “I don’t think that’s going to work.”
He makes a shushing noise and places another kiss at the top of my right thigh, his hands lightly caressing my legs. “It’s not for your dick. It’s for your back.”
Now, I’m fucking lost. He must see so on my face when he glances up at me.
“It’s a relaxation technique I’ve never tried on a patient before. Just humor me,” he adds playfully. “Besides, if it’s me you’re worried about, I’m pretty sure I could come just from touching you.”
If he was trying to boost my confidence, that certainly did it. Sighing in defeat, I close my eyes and imagine I’m sitting on my couch. He walks in and stops in his tracks. His jaw falls open, and a sharp gasp leaves his lips as he grips the wall for support and comes in his pants. I could definitely live with possessing that talent if it were possible.
I feel warm breath against my sac and then the wet tip of his tongue. My eyes flutter open as he kisses one of my testes.He takes it into his mouth, engulfing it, and swirls his tongue around its circumference.
Shit. Just the thought of it is hot.
“I think I’m going to have to report you to your boss if you ever…try this technique at work,” I caution, my voice coming out like gravel.
His nose nudges lower, right to the place where my cheeks begin behind my taint. The slippery wet tip of his tongue traces the seam there, making me gasp. On an instinct I didn’t know I possessed, I slide my feet up to the base of my ass to open myself as a swirl of arousal starts brewing in the pit of my groin.
“It would needlotsof workshop trials at home before I’d even consider mentioning it at the center,” he purrs, drawing his tongue over my hole.
“Fuck,” I slur, my lungs burning in a good way now, and little tingles trickling down my cock and balls.
He was right. The muscles that tensed up when that javelin of pain fired earlier are now sedated from Remy’s every touch. I reach for my cock to stoke the static there and find it thickening again. I already knew he had magic hands. I’m adding a magic mouth to that list now, too.
Dragging his nails lightly through the hairs on my thighs, he unfurls a mastery of seduction. Kisses to my inner thighs, flicks and swirls of his tongue to my crease, the base of my cock, and even my knuckles when my hand gets in the way. He buries his face in the juncture of my hip, his cheek nestled against my cock and balls, and sucks on the skin there. Tickling sparks zip down to my toes and up my spine, making it increasingly difficult to remain still. A bead of precum glistens on my tip. I haven’t seen that in months, and even longer with another person involved.
Remy surfaces, moving toward my cock. And hell, he’s the eighth wonder of the world, his eyes hazy with desire, all from just touching me.
“Remy…”
I only get his name out before his lips wrap around the head of my cock, and his tongue claims that drop of precum he worked so hard to create. My nuts want to follow the suction all the way up through my shaft. I need to finish my sentence before I come in his mouth.
“Remy, lie down. I’ll get you now.”
He draws off but shakes his head. Why is he shaking his head?
Holding my gaze, he places a hand on my knee and shuffles around my legs. I just went from being out of commission to being in dire need. Please don’t tell me he’s changed his mind. His cock looks just as engorged as mine does right now.
He swings a leg over me and plants his knee on the other side of my hips, straddling me. Biting his lip, he reaches back and presses my cock between his cheeks. Fuck. He’s so warm there. His hips arch, dragging my length through his seam.
“This okay?” he whispers.
Is he kidding me? I run my hands up his thighs and squeeze his hips.
“Very okay.”
How stupid was I, thinking I had to be this big, tough guy who takes charge all the time? I thought that’s what he saw me as in college, so that’s what I tried to give him. I was so ignorant about so many things, sex being one of them.
Remy straddling me? Looking like he’s drunk on the idea of riding me and taking what he wants? Yeah. I am definitely okay with that.
Bending down, he leans in to kiss me as he angles my cock against his entrance. “If something hurts again and you don’t tell me, I swear to God, I’ll twist one of your nipples off. Okay?” he warns, circling his index finger around one of mine.
“Okay,” I laugh, holding up a hand in surrender.
“Good.”
