“Face forward. Hold,” he demanded, and I wasn’t sure if he meant the position or my breath, so I did both.
“Good, Finn. Now exhale and release.” Another rush of need rolled through my groin at the praise as I obeyed.
He told me to round my back and exhale, still standing directly behind me. After a few more rounds of this, he told me to get into ‘downward dog.’
Trying to force down the furious blush that was burning my cheeks, I lifted my ass directly into the air, the way I’d seen people do in ‘yoga on the beach’ classes at home.
“Tilt your pelvis and press back into your heels,” he instructed, and I struggled to do as I was told.
“No, like this,” he said, and I almost moaned as I felt him press his warm palm on the small of my back.
His hand on my bare skin sent fireworks erupting through my body, and my already hard dickthrobbedin my swim shorts. I knew I was leaking at this point, and the humiliating thought of what would happen when Riddick finally noticed was all I could think about.
He applied gentle pressure to my back, forcing me to press further into my heels, and this time, I moaned as I felt the stretch all the way up my hamstrings.
“Good, Finn. That’s so good,” he murmured, running his left hand down the back of my thigh, gently massaging the tight tendon.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!
What the fuck was he doing!?
“Relax your neck, let your head hang.” His voice was a low, luxurious growl. With the hand that wasn’t stroking the back of my bare leg, he began massaging the back of my neck.
JesusfuckingChrist!
I was so turned on. I’d literally never been this turned on in my life. My cock throbbed again, and I had a moment of panic when it felt like I might spontaneously come in my shorts. Riddick’s hot hand slid farther up my thigh, his fingers slipping under the hem of my shorts slightly, and I whimpered. I couldn’t keep it in; what he was doing felt sogoodand sofucking erotic.I couldn’t help myself.
“Fuck, Finn. You’re so tight,” he muttered, using his thumb to massage my hamstring in afirm, circular motion.
Still cuffing the back of my neck while I hung in this precarious position, he moved on to apply the same treatment to my other leg before letting me go and stepping away.
I almost begged him to come back, to keep touching me, but he was already instructing me to move into a plank.
Riddick taught me how to do a flow, and when my hips pressed against the forgiving butfirmyoga mat, an impossibly intense rush of pleasure shot through me.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come!
My heart was pounding in my chest, and as I pressed back into what Riddick told me was a ‘cobra’ pose, it took everything I had not to hump the board beneath me until I blew my load.
He circled around the front of the board to face me as I held the position, and I met his serious, burning gaze.
“Press your shoulders back. Do you feel a stretch in your core?” he asked me, and I had to grit my teeth to keep myself from telling him I could feel it in mydick.
I glanced down at his crotch, praying to the sea gods that he was just as hard as I was.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell if he was… Which meant he probably wasn’t, and I was the only one who was getting off on this yoga session like some sort of perverted freak.
Fuck, why was I like this?
He frowned when I didn’t answer, his blue eyes racking over my form. I watched him take in the way my ribs were expanding and contracting in quick, rapid pants as I worked against my own body to prevent myself from coming.
I was a hair trigger away from losing it, and it would bemortifyingif he watched me explode all over myself when I was almost positive the attraction I was feeling was one-sided.
“Focus on your breath, Finn,” he instructed, and I nodded, slamming my eyes shut and forcing myself to think about my breathinginstead of the simmering pot of pleasure that was burning in my groin, just waiting to overflow.
“Deep breath in…”
