“It doesn’t bother me. Cheer sometimes gave me the worst blisters. Besides, you just took a shower.” If I’m being really honest with myself, the massage is also for decking Ezra in his ugly face. Not that I want Billy fighting, because I don’t. But if that punch had to happen, at least Ezra deserved it.
I dig my thumbs into the sole of Billy’s huge foot. He’s well proportioned. Everything about him is enormous. My hands are starting to get tired, but I’m getting to the really good stuff now, so I’m confident I can push through it.
He groans again when I reach his hamstrings, so I take my time there. “Spread your legs.”
“Why do I feel like we’re about to kick off a prison fantasy?”
I laugh and smack his ass again. “I will not violate your booty. Now come on.”
Billy complies, and my eyes widen when I see his long, thick erection pressed down between his muscular thighs.
I drizzle oil over his glutes and down to his dick and balls. Goosebumps break out on his skin, and I smile as I begin to massage it into his ass. I won’t lie—my eyes are glued to his steel rod.
Finally, I reach between his legs and jerk him slowly, pausing to rub my thumb over his weeping slit.
“Babe, you’re killing me.”
“Roll over and I’ll do it from the front.”
I scoot over and feast on the image before me when he sprawls out on his back. He’s breathing hard, his cheeks are ruddy, and his pupils are blown out.
Moving down, I massage up his calves.
“What? No. We can skip that.”
Smiling, I shake my head. “We will not skip anything.” I glance up his body. It’s a masterpiece of sharp planes and valleys. A broad chest, bracketed by chiseled arms. A narrow waist cut with slabs of muscle. That sexy V, which leads down to thick thighs. “The soreness in your legs is why I’m doing this. We can’t skip it.”
“But you haven’t even reached my thighs yet.”
“Good things come to those who wait.”
Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back, his hands tightening into fists. I’m torturing my sweet man, but I’ll make sure he gets a big payoff.
When I reach his thighs, I tap his leg. “Spread.”
His dick bounces on his stomach, but I won’t rush. We’ll get there. I work my thumbs into his inner thighs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but you’re nicely groomed.” His groin is neat and trimmed.
He chuckles. “Remember that first time I slept over and you fell asleep?”
“Don’t remind me. I was so embarrassed.”
“I was worried I wasn’t trimmed well enough and that maybe you didn’t like what you saw. So I had a long talk with Jake about it to get his opinion.”
I laugh. “You guys chatted about manscaping?”
“Yup. I guess you could say we bonded over it.”
It’s such a sweet, vulnerable admission, I give up trying to draw out the torture and reach for the bottle of massage oil. Our heated eyes meet as I drizzle it over that thick muscle bobbing over his stomach. “Let me show you how much I like you, just the way you are.”
“Even if I had a crazy man bush?”
“Even if you were wild and wooly.” We smile at each other, but when I take him in hand, our expressions grow serious. “I more than liked what I saw that night. You’re beautiful. Inside and out.”
“I don’t think men are supposed to be beautiful.”
“You are, so get used to it.”
