“No,” Luka said, stretching his lower body while pushing his upper body into an arch and groaning softly. “Reggie is absolutely right; that sort of question opens this place up to all sorts of legal trouble. But it did serve to make sure Clay is distracted for a while and not trying to suggest a threesome.”
“Tell the truth,” I said as I twisted enough to get upright. It was easier to think about than actually do. I had been assured yoga wouldn't make my back worse, but I wasn’t so sure. I had to admit, my back didn’t feel worse than normal, but my limbs were a weird combination of uncomfortably tight and loose and jelly-like. “The idea entered your head.”
“Only when he put it there.”
“Hmmm, are you trying to break your back?”
“Huh?”
“You keep pushing harder like you’re trying to snap your spine.”
“No, I’m not trying to snap my spine,” he said with a laugh. “I’m trying to get my position right so I can stretch even further, but you’re witnessing me struggling between getting my lower body to stay in place and finding where to put my hands.”
“I see,” I said as I moved to his mat, making sure we were alone before easing down so I was sitting on the back of his thighs. “Does this help?”
I smirked when his body went still, and then he eased himself down so he wasn’t stretching quite as much. Luka swiveled his head around. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you stretch. It wouldn’t be the first time,” I said casually, knowing damn well that what I was saying was anythingbutcasual. I had discovered that was a turn-on for him through trial and error. I wasn’t sure what the appeal was, but if I could make something sexual or sensual, and maintain my normal tone and demeanor, it was a surefire way to get his attention and make his thoughts shift right toward sex.
“Can’t say you’ve ever helped me stretch in public before,” he said slowly, and I could practically hear the gears in his head spin furiously as he considered whether I was genuinely trying to help and just teasing him, or if I was teasing him under the guise of helping. Sadly for him, I wasn’t sure what my intentions were either; I suppose the result would be up to him.
“What can I say? I have moments when I want to help people,” I said. “I thought the idea would have pleased you.”
“I’ll certainly encourage altruism,” he said, and though he turned to face forward, I knew he was rolling his eyes. “And yet, I have this sneaking suspicion that altruism is not at the heart of your supposed help.”
“Supposed?” I asked in an offended tone that I thought was a lot more believable than the one Clay had used earlier. “Oh, right, I’m sorry, I must not be helping right...is this better?”
I leaned forward so my hands wrapped around his waist and held his hips against the floor. Now my groin was pressed against him, but itwasprecisely the sort of position that would let him stretch comfortably.
Luka snorted, hanging his head. “Didn’t you get laid last night?”
“If I’m getting laid, you would know since you’d be there,” I reminded him. “So you tell me.”
“I know I shouldn’t make judgments or have expectations about someone’s personality, but I’ll be honest, you were not the sort of person I expected to be so...horny,” he said, but began shuffling his hands under him to push up once more.
“What can I say?” I asked, as he bent his upper body back. He was flexible enough that he could almost lean far enough for me to reach his lips. I didn’t, though. Instead, I let my breath blow across his neck as he stretched. “I like to surprise people.”
“You really don’t.”
“I do not, no.”
“But you think it’s funny that I’m bewildered by how much of a horn dog you are.”
“It is amusing, yes.”
“Should I be stupid enough to ask if it’s just me, or have you always been like this?”
“Well, I’ve always had a high sex drive. If I don’t find a release at least every other day, I get...restless.”
“Restless?”
I shifted so he didn’t have to guess where my dick was. I pressed it against the underside of his ass. I didn’t need the slight movements of his ass brushing against me to get hard, but it didn’t hurt. It was hard to tell if his harsh breathing was because he was aroused or because he was stretching his body more now I was sitting atop him. My body didn’t know the difference; all it knew was that I was on him, and he was breathing heavier, which translated directly to arousal, and that made me stiffen quickly.
“Restless,” I said as I felt him pause, clearly distracted by the sensation of me pressing against his ass provocatively. “Want to know a secret?”
“I hope it’s a secret you don’t expect me to keep,” he said with a little laugh. “Your ‘help’ is making it really hard to use my brain right now.”
“That wasn’t my intention,” I admitted. “But it’s a bonus you won’t hear me complain about. Any more than I’m sure you wouldn’t complain if I stretched you out in other ways.”
