Jide’s ass was right there, bare and glistening under the excess oil I’d poured. The dark cleft shone, muscles flexing slightly as he settled back down on the mat. 

I knelt between his spread legs, my heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. 

My cock throbbed painfully against my shorts, the head already slick and pushing against the fabric.

“Lower back still tight,” he said, his voice muffled against his folded arms. “But the glutes… yeah, focus there. They’re killing me too.”

I swallowed hard. 

My hands hovered for a second before I placed them flat on his cheeks. Warm. Firm. 

I squeezed gently at first,...