Page 14 of Chasing Riddick

He applied gentle pressure to my back, forcing me to press further into my heels, and this time, I moaned as I felt the stretch all the way up my hamstrings.

“Good, Finn. That’s so good,” he murmured, running his left hand down the back of my thigh, gently massaging the tight tendon.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!

What the fuck was he doing!?

“Relax your neck, let your head hang.” His voice was a low, luxurious growl. With the hand that wasn’t stroking the back of my bare leg, he began massaging the back of my neck.

JesusfuckingChrist!

I was so turned on. I’d literally never been this turned on in my life.

My cock throbbed again, and I had a moment of panic when it felt like I might spontaneously come in my shorts.

Riddick’s hot hand slid farther up my thigh, his fingers slipping under the hem of my shorts slightly, and I whimpered.

I couldn’t keep it in; what he was doing felt so good and so fucking erotic. I couldn’t help myself.

“Fuck, Finn. You’re so tight,” he muttered, using his thumb to massage my hamstring in a firm, circular motion.

Still cuffing the back of my neck while I hung in this precarious position, he moved on to apply the same treatment to my other leg before letting me go and stepping away.

I almost begged him to come back, to keep touching me, but he was already instructing me to move into a plank.

Riddick taught me how to do a flow, and when my hips pressed against the forgiving but firm yoga mat, an impossibly intense rush of pleasure shot through me.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come!

My heart was pounding in my chest, and as I pressed back into what Riddick told me was a ‘cobra’ pose, it took everything I had not to hump the board beneath me until I blew my load.

He circled around the front of the board to face me as I held the position, and I met his serious, burning gaze.

“Press your shoulders back. Do you feel a stretch in your core?” he asked me, and I had to grit my teeth to keep myself from telling him I could feel it in my dick.

I glanced down at his crotch, praying to the sea gods that he was just as hard as I was.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell if he was… Which meant he probably wasn’t, and I was the only one who was getting off on this yoga session like some sort of perverted freak.

Fuck, why was I like this?

He frowned when I didn’t answer, his blue eyes racking over my form. I watched him take in the way my ribs were expanding and contracting in quick, rapid pants as I worked against my own body to prevent myself from coming.

I was a hair trigger away from losing it, and it would be mortifying if he watched me explode all over myself when I was almost positive the attraction I was feeling was one-sided.

“Focus on your breath, Finn,” he instructed, and I nodded, slamming my eyes shut and forcing myself to think about my breathing instead of the simmering pot of pleasure that was burning in my groin, just waiting to overflow.

“Deep breath in…”

I inhaled.

“Good… deep breath out.”

I exhaled.

He coached me through a few more breaths, and by the time he was done, I had more of a grip on myself.

However, I was still hard as stone when he told me to stand up.

I hesitated, and he frowned again and cocked his head to the side.

“Get up, Finn,” he repeated, and I nodded, biting my lower lip.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice?

With shaking arms, I pushed myself back onto my knees and stood up.

My cock was tenting the shit out of my shorts, and I peeked up at him through my lashes, hating how much my cheeks were burning.

He definitely noticed.

I watched, completely mortified, as his eyes dropped down to the very obvious boner I was currently sporting like it was the newest fashion trend.

“Uhm…” I murmured, feeling like I needed to say something to explain myself.

His eyes flit back up to meet mine, and he cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

“I just… uhm. I haven’t… you know , in a few days…” I muttered. It sounded like a weak excuse, even to my own ears.

“I didn’t ask,” Riddick replied, and I frowned.

“I know—I just?—”

“Are you going to be able to continue? Or do we need to stop?” he asked, and for some reason, a flicker of anger licked the inside of my chest .

“I don’t need to stop,” I snapped. His expression didn’t change, but somehow, his energy did. I couldn’t put my finger on what changed, but the tension between us turned from confrontational to playful.

He stepped closer to me as if taking my tone as a challenge, and my traitorous dick throbbed again.

“Are you sure, Finn? If you can’t handle it, there’s no shame in admitting it. Not everyone is cut out for this.”

“ I am,” I snarled. If he thought a little embarrassment was going to keep me from training for Leviathans, he didn’t know me at all.

So what if I had a boner? I would do his stupid yoga class hard. What did I care?

“You’re sweating,” he pointed out, and again, he dragged his gaze down my naked chest. I could literally feel it when he settled on the tent in my shorts.

“It’s hot.”

A smirk.

Riddick smirked!

“It sure is.”

What did that mean!? Was he flirting with me?

“Now, step back into a lunge. Don’t forget to focus on your breath. Inhale, and raise your arms. Reach for the sun like you want to pluck it out of the sky…”

And just like that, the whisper of flirty Riddick was gone, and the stone-cold, professional surf instructor was back.

I forced myself not to outwardly groan in frustration. This strange tension between us infuriated me, and it was only day two.

What had I gotten myself into?