Chapter 54

Or was it?

The hands rubbed over Mitch’s chest—lightly at first, almost experimenting, glancing over the sheet he had pulled up to his collar bone. One finger brushed his nipple slightly and it hardened beneath the fabric. A spark of lust spiraled through him, from nip to cock tip, and he was glad he hadn’t removed his briefs. His dick swelled in the tight confines of his underwear, ignoring his silent plea to go limp. It had been an accidental touch, nothing more. Nothing to get all worked up about, really.

Then the finger found his nipple again. This time it wasn’t an accident, Mitch knew; the finger pressed down on the tiny erection, then rubbed in a circular manner, exciting the nipple further. Another finger found his other nip, and it, too, was teased and tickled into standing up.

Mitch opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again. Really, what could he say? Maybe she didn’t know some men were hyper-sensitive to nipple play. Even Daryl hadn’t realized how much Mitch enjoyed his nipples being tweaked when they first started dating. Once he found out, though, he invariably concentrated on Mitch’s chest when they made love. Nothing got Mitch hotter than having his nipple pinched or bitten…

As if reading his thoughts, the masseuse pinched both of his nipples at the same time, hard.

Mitch gasped. In his briefs, his cock throbbed. That was it, this had gone far enough. Half-sitting, he let the sheet fall away from him as he pulled up the eye mask. “Look, that’s—”

Inappropriate,he had been going to say, but the word dried up in his throat when he saw Daryl’s grin.

Confused, Mitch asked, “Wait, what?”

“I saw you in the quiet room,” Daryl admitted, “and I asked Erin to switch with me. So is this a cheap attempt to spy on me? See what it is I do all day? Is that it?”

“I—no,” Mitch protested, but he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “You always say I should try it out, see for myself. So I thought, why not?”

“And you didn’t ask for me?” Daryl pouted as if hurt.

Mitch sighed. “I knew if I got you, we’d end up making love. We always do.”

“I’m at work,” Daryl reminded him, sounding shocked Mitch would suggest they might do anything inappropriate. “I ama professional.”

“I know.” Mitch ducked his head, chastised. “I’m sorry. I’ll go if you want.”

A sly grin crept across Daryl’s face. “Oh no, mister. You’ve paid for an hour’s massage, and that’s what you’re going to get. I don’t know about you, but I’m already hard as a rock—” he cupped his crotch for emphasis, “—and I paid Erin off to leave us alone, so I’m getting my money’s worth.”

Daryl placed a hand on Mitch’s shoulder to lay him down again. “You paid her off?” Mitch asked. “Really, hon, we can do this at home—”

“We can do this here,” Daryl corrected. He ran a hand over Mitch’s body, feeling it beneath the sheet. At his waist, Daryl stopped and plucked the elastic waistband of his briefs. “These have to come off, though.”

Mitch couldn’t agree more. Raising his legs, he reached under the sheet and hooked his thumbs in the elastic, then pulled the briefs down. Daryl helped, guiding them over Mitch’s knees and feet before dropping them to the floor. He also removed the cushion so Mitch’s legs could lay flat on the table.

Released from his underwear, Mitch’s cock rose beneath the sheet like a flagpole. Daryl fisted it through the fabric. “Now that’swhat I’m looking for,” he said, squeezing gently. Mitch felt the sensation from his toes to his crown. “I knew working your nipples would get you hard.”

“How are we going to do this?” Mitch asked. He gasped as Daryl kneaded his length through the sheet.

“You’re going to lie back and enjoy yourself,” Daryl told him. “Relax. Let me take care of you, babe. That’s what you came for, isn’t it?”

* * * *

Releasing his lover’s cock, Daryl rubbed his way back up Mitch’s stomach. “Let’s try something,” he proposed. Before Mitch could comment, Daryl pulled the eye mask back into place.

Mitch’s hands fluttered to his face. “Why?”

“It’ll heighten your senses,” Daryl said. He leaned down and gently, oh so gently, touched his lips to Mitch’s. When Mitch opened his mouth, though, Daryl pulled out of reach. The moment Mitch closed his lips, Daryl kissed him again, just as tenderly. This time he licked his tongue over Mitch’s mouth, outlining it. Then he caught Mitch’s lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently.

Mitch curled his hands into fists in the sheet. “This is maddening,” he growled.