by T L Swan
“So you want to play happy families, do you Natasha?” He gently nips my ear from behind and goosebumps scatter up my arms.
My eyes close as I am filled with desire.
“Do you want to go to pound town, baby?” He bites me gently again.
Oh, yes I do. Yes I do. He pulls my hips back so I can feel his erection digging into my behind and he gently bites my neck again.
“Are you aching to be filled, beautiful girl?”
YES. YES. YES. My body starts to pump with arousal.
“Answer me,” he whispers.
My eyes close as I lose all coherent thought.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What do you want?” He kisses my neck again as he grinds his hips into me. Oh shit, I lose control as goosebumps scatter across my skin.
“You. Everything,” I whisper as I turn to kiss him.
He pulls back and smiles at me, as he raises an eyebrow.
“You are like liquid nitrogen, Natasha,” he whispers. “Burning hot on the outside. Freezing cold on the inside. Christopher was right—you are the fucking ice queen,” he sneers.
My eyes widen at his harsh words and I immediately step back from him in shock. He pulls away from me and rushes out of the room. My fury ignites. What!
“We will be back later, Gran,” I snap.
“Ok dear.” She smiles as she looks at the nurse, oblivious to her asshole grandson and his bastard antics.
I storm out of the room and see Joshua standing over near the coke machine. I storm over.
“What the hell was that?” I snap.
“Shut up,” he sneers.
“I will not shut up. Who in the hell do you think you are?”
“Who in the hell do you think you are?” he snaps.
“Over it,” I yell.
“Stop this immediately.” Robert’s voice cracks through the room. Oh shit, we both look around to see we have an audience. Joshua narrows his eyes and pulls me by the arm into the fire escape stairway door.
“I’m not finished this conversation,” he yells as the door slams behind us.
“I am,” I yell.
“Listen here, you spoilt little bitch. You will not tell me you are over it, because I am the one who is fucking over it.” He jerks me with his grip on my arm so I am up against the wall. He leans into my face. “I will not lie to my dying grandmother about our fucked-up relationship.” He jerks me closer again.
His proximity steals my ability to speak and my eyes flick to his lips.
He jerks me again but says nothing; his eyes widening, he feels it too. I can feel the heat emanating from his strong body. I put my head back up against the wall as I am filled with want, want for him and what his body can give to me. I’ve so missed this beautiful man. He bends and, starting at the base of my neck, licks up to my jaw. His hand is still painfully tight on my arm, his other hand moves up to my breast and he kneads it as he bites again. His lips linger on my neck. Oh boy, mechanical meltdown. The sound of our heavy breathing echos through the space. He bites me again and a whimper escapes my mouth. And then he is on me, his strong lips take possession of my mouth, his tongue swipes against mine. He pushes his hips into me and I am rewarded with the feeling of his large erection up against my stomach. His hands move down to my behind where he grinds me onto his hips as he kisses me aggressively. He’s so big, so hard. So fucking perfect. I’m like putty in his dominant hands. His hands run up and down my body as if he can’t get enough, as if he doesn’t know where to feel first. I can’t help it, I need to feel him. It’s a need, not want. I run my hand down over his chest where I feel his heart going crazy, down over his rippled abdomen. I have missed this man and his perfect body. He puts his head back as his eyes hold mine and I keep going lower, lower. Oh shit, I am instantly rushed with a wave of wet arousal and my knees nearly buckle from under me. I run my hand over his huge throbbing erection through his pants, and his eyes close at the contact. I gently stroke it upwards as I lean forward and bite his neck. I kiss him again and this time I don’t hold back. I kiss him with everything I have as I stroke him again.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I whisper. I am desperate to please him.
His eyes snap open in realisation. He pulls away from me in disgust and my body cries out in withdrawal. “I’m not your baby,” he snaps, as he stands still looking at me while panting. With that he opens the door and leaves the stairwell in a rush. Huh …what the hell happened? Come back. Oh shit, how embarrassing. I can’t go back out there now. My heart is still racing, and I’m so aroused that if the wind blows and hits me I will burst into orgasm any second. Damn that robber taking my vibrator—this is all his fault. I’m like a dog on heat. With security following me every minute I haven’t been able to replace it—six months without an orgasm is unfucking natural. I rub my hands over my face as I think: what am I going to do? I look up and then down the stairwell. I will go downstairs, then outside and get some fresh air. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at what just happened. In excitement I start running down the stairs as adrenaline pumps through me. He’s still attracted to me. This outfit is fabulous—I’m wearing it all week.
When I get to the bottom I open the doors tentatively, as I don’t know where they are opening up to. I peek around the door. Oh good, around the side of the hospital. I exit and start to walk around the front of the hospital. There is thick hedging that surrounds a path along the side of the building. I turn the corner to the front of the hospital. Up in front is the large staircase leading into the main entrance and on the other side of the hedge is the grass going down to the road and car park. I am walking along the path back to the front steps when I see Joshua leave the hospital in a rush. Cameron is hot on his heels.
“What in the hell is the matter with you?” Cameron asks as he follows Joshua down the steps. Ben is just behind them.
“I’m a fucking idiot. Glutton for punishment,” Joshua snaps as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration.
“What happened?”
“I just kissed her, actually more than that I dry humped her up against the wall.”
“What!” Cameron squeaks.
They get to the bottom of the stairs.
“Where are the cars?” Joshua angrily snaps at Ben as he looks around.
“At the back of the car park. I will ring them now.” He pulls out his phone and starts dialling.
Oh shit, this is bad. I’m on the path minding my own business and now I find I am a Russian spy hiding in the hedge. My eyes bulge—what if they see me? Joshua will go feral. I sink deeper into the bush. Shit, shit, shit.
“Why are you acting so crazy?” Cameron asks.
Joshua glares at him. “Because I’m not fucking going there.”
“You already went there, dumbass.”
“Shut up,” Joshua screams and Ben raises his eyebrows at Cameron, signifying psycho chicken.
“Book the VIP room tonight, Ben,” Joshua snaps. “I need to get laid.”
Ben smiles. “Yes,” he mouths at Cameron while he starts dialling another number.
The three cars pull up and they jump in and drive away.
I stand in the bush with my hand on my hips. Are you kidding me? He’s not going there. I’m not frigging going there. VIP room. My blood boils. I should blow up that bloody place. I narrow my eyes and storm back upstairs with renewed vigour. Right, when I get home I’m ringing Jes and I am going to tell him that it’s on baby… and, yes, I fuck on first dates. Mr Stanton is going to miss the boat. Tough luck. And if anyone around here needs to get laid, it’s bloody me!
I walk back upstairs and over to the scattered group.
Bridget is sitting with Wilson. She smiles when she sees me. “What did you do to Joshua?” She raises her eyebrows.
I narrow my eyes. “Nothing … yet.” I glare at her.
Wilson smiles. “He ran out of here like a scared puppy.”
“He should be scared. I’m going, Bridget. Binge
drinking at my house at eight.” I pick up my bag and make my way to the door.
She nods and smiles at Wilson. “Jeez, binge drinking at eight, could get messy.”
“So then what did you do?” Abbie asks.
“I kept hiding,” I mutter into my drink.
She rolls her eyes. “You should have jumped out of the bush and punched him straight in the nose.”
I nod as I run my hand over my face. “Yeah, I know,” I reply.
We are sitting in my lounge room. It’s ten o’clock. I am in my pyjamas and we are drinking wine.
“You should have seen him when he came back through the stairwell door. He was totally freaked out.” Bridget smiles.
Abbie points her glass at me. “How was he anyway?”
“Ridiculously hot. On fire.” I sigh.
“Hotter than that guy you kissed last week?”
I pull a disgusted face. “You are kidding, right? No one compares to Joshua Stanton. How in the hell do I get him out of my system?”
We sit in silence as we think.
“Screw it out,” Bridget smiles as she flops back onto the lounge.
“What?” I screw my face up.
“Just have sex. Some poor unsuspecting random guy. Have sex with him. Trust me. Things will be different once you have been with someone else. Broaden your horizons.”
“I do need sex,” I whisper.
“Then JFDI.” Abbie raises her eyebrows at me.
“Huh?” I frown.
“Just fucking do it,” she snaps. “Right. Tomorrow we are having a girly day. Pedicures, facials and then a massage, then we are going to the Ivy and you,” she points her wine glass at me, “are going to score, hopefully with Jesten.” She raises her eyebrows.
“No, not Jesten,” I reply as I shake my head. “We are friends, not Jes. He’s too like Mr Stanton. Someone completely different. Maybe a big beautiful black man.”
“Ohh, yeah,” Bridget laughs. “Now we are talking.”
What a day of pampering. We have just left our beautician where we had facials, pedicures, waxing and bleaching, squeezed in around a beautiful lunch, and now we are going to Abbie’s massage parlour. She comes here once a month.
It is in an industrial area. We pull up out the front of a four-storey dark glass building.
I frown as I look out of the car window and to the bodyguards in the car behind us. “How do they get business out here? Nobody is around.”
Abbie smiles as she closes her car door. “Trust me, the massages are so good, repeat business isn’t a problem.”
Bridget and I smile and hunch our shoulders. “My last massage was three years ago at the physiotherapist.”
Abbie smiles and bites her lip.
We walk through the large glass doors. My eyes and those of Bridget are instantly lifted to the opulent surroundings. Wow, this place is beautiful. It’s all cream with huge mirrors and plush carpet. The smell of aromatic massage oil hangs heavy in the air and piped music echoes through the space. This is female opulence at its best. I feel a wave of excitement run through me. Yes, I do need a massage. Good thinking, Abbs.
We wait in the grand reception area and Bridget grabs my hand and giggles. “Wow, check this place out.”
“I know,” I mouth. “Who knew?”
A tall blond muscled-up man, wearing all white, walks into the room. His eyes light up when he sees Abbie.
“Hi Abbs.” He walks around the counter and gives her a kiss on the cheek. She runs her hand up his muscly arm. What the hell? My eyes widen.
“Hi Adam,” she purrs.
“Why did you cancel your last appointment? I was looking forward to it,” he smiles.
Bridget’s eyes and my eyes meet in horror. Holy shit, she’s banging her masseur. Now I have seen it all.
She shrugs. “I had a lot of stuff on. I’m here now, so you can make it up to me.”
He gives her a carnal smile. “Are these your two friends you were telling me about?” His eyes flick over to us.
“Yes,” she smiles at us as she bites her bottom lip.
“I will go and get their masseurs. Back in a minute.” He smiles at us and leaves the room.
Bridget smacks Abbie hard on the arm. “Oh my fuck,” she whispers. “You’re banging your masseur. Who are you?” I start to giggle uncontrollably, what next?
“You can thank me later,” Abbie whispers.
We stand in silence as we wait. Adam returns moments later with two men also dressed in white. Oh shit, they are both gorgeous. Bridget’s eyes meet mine and I swallow uncomfortably. One has brown hair and large brown eyes and the other is tall and well built, maybe Italian or something. Dark eyes, dark hair. Holy shit.
Bridget widens her eyes at me and I nod uncomfortably as I smile. Jeez.
“This is Markus,” Adam holds up his hand to the man with brown hair and gestures to Bridget. “He will be looking after you today.” Bridget smiles nervously at Markus and he gestures to the hallway which he leads her down. I swallow the lump in my throat and my eyes flick back to the Adonis in front of me. “This is Antonio, he will be looking after you today.” He raises his eyebrows in question.
“Natasha,” I whisper.
Adam smiles kindly at me. “Enjoy.” He then grabs Abbie’s hand and they walk off together down the hall. My eyes follow them as they disappear into a room. Bloody hell, what on earth do Abbie and I have in common?
My nervous eyes flick to Antonio who looks at me gently. “Your name is Natasha?” he asks in a heavy accent. Oh boy, he sounds good. His voice is velvety and enticing, definitely Italian. Shit, next shop we go to is going to be an adult warehouse. No bones about it, I’m becoming desperate. I’m checking out the damn masseur now—what‘s wrong with me?
He leads me to the massage room .
It’s large and all white with a huge expensive brightly coloured bunch of flowers sitting on the counter. The room is immaculate, a huge extra-wide white massage table is in the middle of the room and a white leather lounge sits in the corner. This place is swish.
“Natasha, just change in here,” he says kindly as he opens the door to a bathroom off the massage room.
I nod nervously. “What do you want me to wear?” I stammer nervously. Maybe I should have worn a swimming costume.
He smiles as his eyes drop down my body. “Nothing, I need you naked.”
“What?” I stammer as my eyes go wide.
He smiles broadly. “Darling, I can’t massage you properly with clothes on. Trust me, you are in safe hands. You are in control here. Just lie on the table on your stomach and then I will come back in and we will get started.”
I nod and smile nervously. Can’t I have a granny masseur? This guy is too hot for my overheated condition. I quickly undress, and practically run and dive on the table. Bloody Abbie, what has she gotten us into now? He walks back into the room.
“That’s better,” he coos. I am feeling very naked, so I stick my face so far into the face hole in the table to hide my embarrassment he might need pliers to free me.
He warms the oil between his hands, as he is standing down at my feet. He starts to slowly slide his hands up my calf muscles, both hands on one leg at the same time. Oh that feels good.
“Nice,” he whispers.
I smile into the face hole. “Yes,” I answer meekly.
“Natasha, this massage is about deep relaxation. I want you to let go completely.”
I smile into the face hole again. “Hmm,” I answer as I start to unwind.
“The beauty about Tantric massage is the energy that is released into your system,” he whispers.
His hands slide up one leg to my thigh and back down to my feet and around the bottom of my foot.
“Hmm,” I sigh. Hang on, what did he say?
“The energy I will release from your body is a natural high and your stress will be released instantly.”
Oh my god, oh my god. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Did you say Tantric
massage?” I whisper as horror dawns and I instantly tense.
“Sshh, just feel. Stop thinking. Close your eyes, sshh,” he coos. “I won’t push you farther than you can go, you are in control, Natasha. Let’s start with massage. Stop thinking.”
He pours oil onto my back and I feel my eyes close against my will. This really is divine. His expert fingers roam up and down my body, massaging spots I didn’t even know were sore. For over an hour he massages my back, my butt and my legs, my arms and fingers. He’s right I do need this, I haven’t felt this relaxed since I don’t know when. He moves my legs a little further apart and starts to massage the inside of my thighs. This feels so nice, unthreatening and natural. This is actually pretty good. I think I can do this. His fingertips on the upstroke gently start to skim the lips of my sex. What? Mmm, that feels … unexpectedly good.
“That’s it darling. I want you to start to breathe deeply for me. When I stroke up I want you to breathe out and then in on the downstroke.”
“Ok,” I whisper nervously. I really want to go through with this. Abbie will never let me live it down.
His hands go up my legs again and I breathe out, they slide down and I breathe in. He does this for what must be twenty minutes. His fingers start to linger on the lips of my sex and his fingers circle firmly before they slide back down my legs. I find on the top of the upstroke I stop breathing altogether. My body is starting to rise to meet his fingertips as my body craves a deeper massage.
“That’s it, sshh. Relax. Let me release your tension.”
This is damn hot.
“Roll over,” he whispers gently.
Oh no, now he has to see my body but for some reason I’m so relaxed I don’t seem to care. I tentatively roll over, where I am greeted by the sight of a large erection through his white pants. Oh fuck! My eyes widen in fear.
He smiles warmly. “Sshh. Relax.”
I nod nervously.
