어덜트프라임 – 레미도, 벨라 폰 – 세계 자전거의 날.

어덜트프라임 – 레미도, 벨라 폰 – 세계 자전거의 날.

“You good?”

I nodded way too fast, like my head was trying to break a speed record. “Sure,” I muttered, trying not to squeak. His voice was calm, amused, like he’d seen this a thousand times before. That was just… nerves. He used one hand to soap up and massage my shoulders and back, and the other to finger fuck me to oblivion, controlling my body however he wanted. He was built, like he’d been carved out of marble. He didn’t miss it. “Uh oh,” he said, drawing out the words like he was savoring my embarrassment but then he offered guidance. I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. His soapy fingers brushed over my lower back, trailing toward territory I did not expect anyone else to wash. Never mind that I was built more like a stick figure than a Spartan. He put both hands on my ass and massaged in circles with his thumbs. I melted, dropping my head as he massaged little knots and sore spots I didn’t even know I had. His shoulders were broad, his chest defined, and his abs looked like they’d been chiseled by Michelangelo himself. My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. I really liked it. Jake glanced down, then chuckled—that low, knowing sound that made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out.