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Alexa Play: Malibu by Miley Cyrus

I made sure to get up even earlier than usual so I had time to cook all the stuff I had bought at Riddick’s request.

My dick was hard as a rock when I woke up, but I forced myself to ignore it. I hadn’t beaten off the night before, and I almost felt like starting a tally of how many days in a row I could go without busting a nut.

Happily – ignoring it seemed to work, and soon, my morning wood faded away, and I forgot all about it.

When Riddick walked into my shack, I was tucking into a massive breakfast with eggs, pancakes, bacon, and sausage.

Suddenly, it felt like all the blood rushed to my groin again, and I nearly choked on a bite of fluffy, syrup-soaked pancakes as my gaze collided with his .

He felt larger than life, standing there in my little shack, staring at me with that piercing look he always had.

“Morning,” I greeted him around the mouthful of food that I suddenly seemed to be having a hard time swallowing.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he approached the table and critically examined the spread of food I had laid out in front of me.

I sat a little straighter, hoping he was happy with what I made, but he didn’t comment.

He looked at me, his lips pursing into a hard line, and I fidgeted in my seat.

He was so fucking intense.

It was like I could feel the heat radiating off of him. After my chat with Turtle yesterday, I was more willing to admit that I was insanely attracted to him, and the idea of that fascinated me.

I’d never been attracted to a man before, so I found myself examining every inch of him, trying to decide what it was about him that turned me on so much.

Was it his broad shoulders? Or was it the memory of how he had effortlessly tossed me against the wall and wrapped one of those massive hands around my throat?

What would it feel like to kiss him? Would I like the roughness of his stubble against my skin? His hair was thick and shiny too, like a girl’s hair. Would it feel just as good to thread my fingers in it while he?—”

“Did you drink?” he asked, snapping me out of my fantasy.

“Uhm, no.”

“Smoke?”

“No.”

“Fuck?” The word shot through me like a lightning bolt, and suddenly I wanted to know more than anything what it would feel like to be fucked by Riddick. To have that large body spread out on top of me.

My dick swelled between my legs at the thought, and I was hella grateful he didn’t have x-ray vision and could see through the table .

“No, Riddick,” I breathed, unable to tear my gaze away from his burning blue eyes.

“You do anything else I should know about?” It was the same question he’d asked me yesterday, and again, I assumed he was asking me if I beat off, though I didn’t make that quite as obvious this time.

“No,” I replied honestly.

He stared at me for one more long moment as if waiting to see if he would catch me in a lie. After I passed his weird little lie detector test, he finally nodded curtly.

“How are you feeling?”

His question surprised me.

How was I feeling? Well, besides being horny as fuck, I was definitely feeling the effects of yesterday’s workout, and I told him as much.

“Sore and stiff.”

He bobbed his head in acknowledgment of my response.

“Finish eating and meet me outside.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, and he tensed up, his blue eyes darkening briefly.

For a moment, I thought he would say something, but he didn’t. He just turned on his heel, peeling off his white cotton T-shirt as he went.

I scarfed down the rest of my food as fast as I could and chased Riddick outside. I peeled off my own shirt as I stepped into the sunshine, expecting to find him waiting for me with our boards.

I was surprised to find that he’d set out a longboard on the sand, but I didn’t think we would be using it to surf.

A yoga mat was rolled out on top of the board. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“We’re doing yoga?”

He glanced at me and pursed his lips.

“ You’re doing yoga. Today, we’ll do an active rest day before we get you into weight training tomorrow. If you’re sore, I don’t want you to push yourself too hard. It’ll do more damage than good. ”

“Okay! Sounds smart.” I grinned, genuinely excited. “I’ve never done yoga before, but I’ve always wanted to try it,” I admitted, and his eyes widened in surprise.

“You’ve never done yoga before?”

I shook my head.

“Nuh-uh. Like, I have obviously seen people do it. I know all about doggy-style and nah-imma-stay in bed or whatever. Just yoga is expensive. Never really had the money to take a class.”

“Downward dog.”

“Huh?”

Riddick was staring at me, his eyes shining with what I could have sworn was amusement.

“The pose is called the downward dog. Not doggy-style. ”

“Oooh. Gotcha!” I grinned, blushing a little at hearing him say doggy-style . The image of me on all fours and Riddick hammering into me from behind ripped across my vision, and I clenched.

Jesus. Would that even feel good?

I’d never had anything come remotely close to penetrating my ass before. I wasn’t sure if I would like it, but my weird brain kept putting me in fantasies where it was happening.

Would it hurt?

It must feel somewhat good if gay guys did it. Right?

Riddick was staring at me again, and I watched him trace his tongue over his bottom lip, causing me to blush harder.

Fuck. I hope he couldn’t read minds or something.

Shit! What if he could read minds!?

Riddick, if you can hear this, blink twice!

Okay, he didn’t blink… He probably can’t read minds.

Unless… he doesn’t WANT YOU TO KNOW he can read minds!

The corner of Riddick’s lip twitched as I fidgeted before him, and he gestured to the yoga mat.

“Get on the board. Sit with your legs crossed and your hands on your knees. ”

I scrambled to do as I was told, settling quickly into position.

“The most important thing you can do on this earth is breathe.”

I peered up at him as he slowly walked in a wide circle around my board. He wasn’t looking at me. He seemed to have slipped into the role of instructor.

“Close your eyes, Finn. Listen to my voice and follow my instructions.”

“Okay, no problem. I can totally?—”

“With out speaking. No talking, Finn. Pay attention.”

I closed my mouth with a snap and nodded, slamming my eyes shut and doing my best to listen.

“As I was saying. Your breath. It’s the most important thing. Not just in yoga but when you’re in the water, too. Staying connected with your breath is the best way to ensure you’re setting yourself up for success.

“Breathing properly means you’re present.

“It means you’re locked in. Focused.

“On a more physical note, breathing properly gives your body the correct amount of oxygen it needs to perform incredible tasks… because that’s what you’re doing, Finn. You’re asking your body to do something incredible.”

His words washed over me, and I found myself centering in an oddly peaceful way.

I focused on my breath, and the tension that sang through my muscles melted away. The sense of urgency that always plagued my mind seemed to fade into nothing.

That insistent voice that was always in my head screaming at me to go, go, go, quieted, and it was Riddick’s voice that took over, freeing me from the oppressive cage of my own thoughts.

“Breathing, Finn, means that you’re alive.”

He was closer to me now, his voice rumbling near my right ear.

“I want you to feel every inhale. Imagine the lungs in your chest filling with that life-giving oxygen. Feel that breath spread through your entire body. It’s nourishing your blood cells, healing your muscle tissue, and giving you the ability to think. To live. To exist. ”

My whole body was lighting up from the inside. Every inhale I took gave me a rush of energy, while every exhale relaxed me.

“Good, Finn,” He whispered, his words of praise nearly lost in the distant crash of waves. I shivered and swallowed, doing my best not to let him see how much my body wanted to react to the praise.

I wanted more.

I wanted him to always think I was doing good.

“Get on your hands and knees.” He hummed, and my eyes flew open. I peeked up at him, shocked by his demand. He met my gaze without flinching and raised an eyebrow.

Without looking away from him, I slowly unfolded myself and did what he said.

My cock was swiftly filling with blood, and by the time I was on all fours, I was fully hard in my swim trunks.

Thankfully, Riddick didn’t seem to notice what was happening between my legs.

He’d gone back to pacing slow circles around me as I waited for him to tell me what to do next.

“You’re going to do a few rounds of cat and cow. On your next inhale, I want you to arch your back.”

Jesus Christ… this was… Was this really what yoga was?!

“Inhale…”

I took a deep breath and arched, pretending I couldn’t feel my ass cheeks separate from the movement.

I couldn’t see him. He was standing directly behind me, and my cock throbbed.

Was he looking at me?

I twisted to look back at him, but he tutted his tongue.

“Face forward. Hold,” he demanded, and I wasn’t sure if he meant the position or my breath, so I did both.

“Good, Finn. Now exhale and release.” Another rush of need rolled through my groin at the praise as I obeyed .

He told me to round my back and exhale, still standing directly behind me. After a few more rounds of this, he told me to get into ‘downward dog.’

Trying to force down the furious blush that was burning my cheeks, I lifted my ass directly into the air, the way I’d seen people do in ‘yoga on the beach’ classes at home.

“Tilt your pelvis and press back into your heels,” he instructed, and I struggled to do as I was told.

“No, like this,” he said, and I almost moaned as I felt him press his warm palm on the small of my back.

His hand on my bare skin sent fireworks erupting through my body, and my already hard dick throbbed in my swim shorts. I knew I was leaking at this point, and the humiliating thought of what would happen when Riddick finally noticed was all I could think about.