62 - The Other Way Around

MORDECAI

"Can you get my thighs too?" I let out a sigh of relief. Rolling my shoulders, my back cracked loudly and I relaxed. Gideon's gloved hands stilled against my lower back as the ointment began sizzling.

"Roll… over…" he struggled to speak. The rut was quickly taking his ability to think clearly.

Gideon's hands trembled as he pulled back to let me move. I carefully maneuvered around him, laying my thighs onto his as I sank into the pillows. His breathing picked up, eyes taking in every inch of my skin. His scent became stronger to the point I had to cover my nose.

"Gideon," I spoke softly, nudging him with my knees. "Thighs, please. I promise you can have me after this."

This seemed to do the trick as both Otto and Philo peered through at me. Quickly the older man lathered his gloves in the ointment before pressing them to my skin. His fingers pressed roughly against my muscles, making sure to drive them deeply.

As much as I wanted to skip this, I knew it would be stupid. My bod