Chapter 56

“Please,” Mitch sighed. He flexed his sphincter, trying to entice his lover. He wanted a hard, rough fuck, and he wanted it now

“Patience,” Daryl said with a laugh. “I’m the professional here, remember? Let me do my thing.”

Mitch grunted. “And what’s that?”

Leaning over his lover, Daryl whispered into Mitch’s ear, “The best you’ve ever had.”

With maddening, deliberate slowness, Daryl started at Mitch’s shoulders again. Through the hole in the padded cushion, Mitch could see his lover’s feet and, above them, the half-erect dick poking from Daryl’s crotch. He stuck out his tongue as if to lick it, but he knew he’d never be able to reach that far, and he couldn’t. “You look like you’re ready to come yourself,” he murmured. “So why aren’t you inside me already?”

“I have a massage to finish,” Daryl told him.

The hands on his shoulders rubbed oil into his skin, kneading the tension out of the muscles in his back and neck. Then Daryl moved to one side and disappeared from Mitch’s view, but his touch never wavered. He massaged Mitch’s back and arm and hand, then his side, his leg, his foot again. When his thumb rubbed Mitch’s insole, the touch was just as ticklish as it was before. Mitch squirmed with delight, raising his foot and arching his toes. “God, that’s the spot,” he said with a sigh.

Daryl took Mitch’s left foot in his other hand and rubbed both insoles, applying a steady pressure that seemed to build somewhere in the back of Mitch’s balls until he thought he’d explode. He rubbed his hips against the cushion, feeling the fabric tease his cock, and his hands fisted with need. That felt heavenly. Another few seconds and he’d squirt his load without giving Daryl a chance to fuck him.

At the last possible second, though, Daryl let go of Mitch’s feet and moved on. Up Mitch’s left side now, kneading and massaging his way back to Mitch’s shoulder. Then he leaned heavily on Mitch’s back, rubbing each vertebrae in Mitch’s spine. Tingling sensations flooded Mitch’s body, starting at his scalp and running all the way down to his toes. The hairs on his arms and legs and torso seemed to stand on end as Daryl worked along Mitch’s back. When he reached the small of Mitch’s back, he rubbed hard in the hollow above Mitch’s buttocks, and the tension in him seemed to dissolve.

Then Daryl started massaging his ass cheeks, grabbing and pushing and pulling, working the skin until it was pliant and ready. Mitch humped up into his lover’s hands, eager for more. Eager for release. “Please,” he sobbed, one hand edging toward his crotch.

Daryl moved it aside. “Hold steady now,” he said. “I’m coming up.”

The table shook a little as Daryl climbed up behind Mitch. “Will it hold?” he asked, a little worried. He could only imagine the looks on Daryl’s coworkers’ faces if they heard a crash and came rushing in only to find the two of them rutting on the floor like animals, mindless of the toppled table.

“It should,” Daryl told him. “It’s bottom-heavy. As long as we’re not too wild—”

“We can move to the floor.” Mitch started to push himself up.

A hand on his back kept him in place. “Not so fast there, cowboy. I’m still calling the shots. Lay down, officer, and that’s an order.”

Mitch grinned as he complied.

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For a long moment, Daryl knelt on either side of Mitch’s legs and savored the view—his ass presented to Daryl almost on a platter, his hard cock flush against the cushion, his balls just peeking between his legs. Daryl took the well-used bottle of warming oil and squirted what little remained in his palms, then tossed the bottle aside to rub his palms together.

Rising up on his knees, he cupped Mitch’s buttocks in both hands and massaged the cheeks up, apart. With each lift, he leaned in closer, letting his stiff dick butt up against Mitch’s backside. His fingers created a slick trail down the center of Mitch’s ass, and the next time he leaned forward, his cock slid along the oiled flesh like two gears in a machine.

“Yes,” Mitch gasped, his voice muffled. “Fuck me, Daryl. Fuck me!”

Tempting, but not yet. Daryl situated himself so his dick was between Mitch’s cheeks and he thrust his hips forward, letting his hands drop down over the curve of Mitch’s back. His fingers kneaded his lover’s muscles as his balls tapped gently at Mitch’s anus.

It seemed maddening to Mitch. “God! What are you waiting for?” he cried, turning to look over his shoulder at Daryl. He wriggled his hips in an attempt to get Daryl to enter him. “You’re driving me crazy! We never take this long at home.”

“You paid for an hour,” Daryl reminded him.