by Ryan Michele
“Yes please.” Music would give me something else to focus on aside from the fact I was laying here naked in front of Conner Davenport. Being stripped completely bare for someone was difficult.
Instrumental music by Enigma came on, and I swallowed hard. The song was erotic in its tones and beats, making me think that was the reason it was on the playlist.
Seconds later, Conner’s fingers stroked the bottoms of my feet. I expected the action to tickle, but it felt nice. Oily and warm, his fingers kneaded into the soles of my feet, working their way up the backs of my calves slow and methodical. If we were starting out this good, I wasn’t going to survive the rest. I was sure somewhere in his past he did this for a living.
“You have the softest skin.” Those firm, strong hands moved to the small of my back, avoiding my ass.
I appreciated that he was taking his time with me and treating me with the utmost respect. Even if he was driving me completely crazy in the process.
Desire pooled in my lower belly. This massage should be banned or outlawed because the thoughts that were running through my mind were naughty. He hadn’t even gotten to touching the front of my body, and already I wished he’d flip me over and have his way with me. I’d never been more turned on in my life.
This was crazy.
This was Conner Davenport.
The man of my dreams for as long as I could remember.
How many times had I dreamt of him touching me? Too many to count. It was a torturous, in a good way, dream come true. I loved every arousing second.
When he got to my shoulder blades, the gates of heaven opened wide for me. Whatever stress from this week completely vanished as I laid there and enjoyed his touch.
Every once in a while, he’d touch the shell of my ear or the skin behind it, making me shiver. Conner was good at tempting and teasing.
He tapped my shoulder gently. “Roll over, buttercup.”
My body felt molten, and he had me at his mercy. I would do anything he wanted as long as he kept those skillful fingers biting into my skin with his heated touch. A fever swept over my body as I followed his command.
Completely exposed, I lay open to him. “Look at me, Quinn.” I slowly opened my eyes, gazing at this gorgeous man. “If at any time you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop, say the word.” If he tried to stop, I might have killed him. I gave him a nod, unable to open my mouth because if I did, I was going to beg him to fuck me.
He shifted his attention to making sure I was positioned where he wanted me on the pillows. My slack body went with his movements.
Those pleasurable fingers swept along my arms, up to my neck, burning a trail that led to my nipples. Sweet lord, the things his touch was doing to me.
My nipples pebbled, hardening at his slightest graze against my sensitive buds. I was on fire and gladly would’ve burned for him.
His lips never touched me, but how I ached to feel them between my thighs. I wanted Conner. I had never felt more desperate for a man to be inside of me ever. His massage was erotic torture. Pleasure at his soft caress, pain because it was killing me not to beg him for more.
He said he wanted to be on the same page, and at the moment my brain couldn’t compute what page we were on.
Strong and efficient, his palms slid down my thighs and back up, shoving them further apart. My hips tilted up, urging him, and my knees practically shook.
With every stroke of his fingers Conner came closer and closer to the heart of my desire. A moan escaped the part of my lips as my eyes pleaded with him. His gorgeous blues dilated, hot and hungry.
The energy around us shifted.
His hand went in for the kill. Thumb pressed to my clit, he rubbed lube over my pussy and thus began the yoni massage.
Clutching the sheet below me, I was on the verge of begging him to either stop or keep going. I didn’t know what I wanted, and Conner knew exactly how to work my body.
Just like the video instructed his pace was leisurely, and I knew if he didn’t wrap this up soon, I was going to orgasm, and it was going to be good. He rubbed and pinched my pussy lips between his fingers and thumbs. Every time I twitched or jerked, he’d stop and pause for a beat to let me calm down before starting again.
Frustration washed over me.
Conner read my body, and for him I was an open book, teasing me just to the brink then not giving me the reward.
I was close. So damn close.
Thumb massaging my clit, he increased the pressure. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip. A tremble rocked through me and, right palm facing upward, Conner thrusted a finger inside me. Making a come here motion he found my sacred spot, and that was it.
Bucking my hips, there was no fight left in me. I gave in, and my body did the rest. I rode his hand, taking what he wanted to give. My belly quivered, my orgasm shuddering around his fingers. He never let the pace slow, prolonging my orgasm. Not until I was done did he pull out.
“How was that?” He dipped his head and kissed my forehead. My breathing was labored, and my pulse was crazed.
“That was…” I panted. “I have no words.”
Conner gave me a moment to pull my shit together. Then held his hand out for me, helping me sit up on the table. He handed me a robe that was nearby. I wrapped myself in the soft, warm cotton and slid off the table, my knees shaking.
My cheeks were scarlet.
Conner Davenport, the boy I grew up with, stared at me with such longing and adoration it took all my control not to shove him down on that massage table and have my way with him. “Your turn,” I croaked in a whisper.
He said nothing. He didn’t need to.
Conner kicked off his shoes and removed his clothes so fast you’d thought they were on fire. On the massage table laying on his stomach, the man was magnificent. His body was hard and muscled from all the time he spent outdoors being active. Those muscles could’ve been carved out of stone by the gods of Olympus themselves. Every single inch was sexy as all hell.
Here goes nothing.
Warming the oil between my palms, I started at his shoulders, digging my thumbs into those two special spots that I loved so much.
His body relaxed at my touch. That lone act made me feel powerful. This strong man was giving himself to me. No questions. No comments. His body was my toy. Oh lord, my toy.
Shaking my head, I continued massaging, taking the same slow, sensuous path he had done with me.
“Your hands are magic.” He hummed in appreciation. A smile tipped my lips.
Conner didn’t hold back and rolled over long before I said a word about doing so. And holy shit … he was rock hard. I had guessed he would have a nice package, but I wasn’t prepared for the sexiness that was his cock. Thick, long, pulsing with need and a drop of pre-come at the crown. He was way aroused by my touch.
See what I mean—empowering.
There wasn’t a moment in my life I hadn’t been attracted to this man, but seeing him naked before my eyes awakened something inside me, and I wanted nothing more than to please him … to make him lose control. I wanted to test how far I could push his limits before he let go of all that resistance he talked about earlier.
My fingers began rubbing. While leaning over, the front of my robe fell open, and I grasped the opportunity. My nipples grazed his thighs as I moved up his body. His cock slid between my breasts, making my peaks hard. His lips parted, eyes coming down to me. I pulled away and fastened the belt around my waist, once more wanting to know what he would do.
Conner reached for the ends. “I liked the view, Quinn. Don’t hide those gorgeous tits from me.” He yanked, and my robe came undone again. Did he know how deeply I wanted him? I was consumed by my dirty thoughts. What could be between us?
I directed my attention to the soles of his feet, anything to distract me from straddling him. Images of it flashed through my brain, and my just satisfied lady bits started tingling once again.
The time had come, and I couldn’t avoid it any
longer. I had touched him everywhere but his dick. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to touch him; I wanted to touch him too much. My mouth salivated at the thought of taking him between my lips and deep into my throat.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t what today was about. Today’s challenge was about communicating with your partner and learning to respond to their touch as well as know when to pull back. It was about reading their body language and knowing what they needed. One look at his erection and I knew for sure Conner needed release.
Wrapping my fist around him, my fingertips couldn’t make it all the way around because he was that thick. Never had I touched a man and had this dilemma.
As he had done with me, I took my time moving up and down, keeping my pace slow and methodical, clenching my hands and getting a deep groan from Conner.
His cock jerked and his posture tensed, shocking me. Something didn’t feel right. I tried to take my hand away, but Conner placed his hand over mine to keep his hard shaft inside. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growled, the demand in a feral yet primal and sexy tone that sent shivers down my spine.
He liked it. A lot. That thin control he had was getting smaller and smaller.
I kept my fingers where they were beneath his, and together we pumped and tugged, my other hand going to his balls, rolling them. His hips bucked and cock jolted. I could feel it coming. His orgasm was right there.
As he came I watched with avid fascination, noting the lines of his face and the way his body moved. He was a beautiful man, but seeing him like this was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Removing my hand, I reached over, grabbed a towel, and handed it to him. He took it then sat up with a smile stretching over his smooth face. “C’mere, Quinn.” I moved toward him. His arm shot out and snaked around my waist. Our foreheads touched. “Thank you,” he spoke, soft breath fanning over my lips, and then he kissed me.
Slow, hard, and deep the kiss lasted for what felt like forever, and I never wanted it to end. But I knew where this was headed, and I was certain I didn’t want to fuck him on a massage table. Sure, I’d thought about it, but when I slept with Conner it would be in a bed with lots of privacy.
“We should go shower.”
“Yeah,” I whispered back, but neither of us moved.
Conner kissed me again then slapped my ass. “Let’s go see who won.”
Entering the large area we were in before, Madam Bissett smiled broadly. We sat. Looking around the room, everyone appeared to be relaxed with small smiles on their lips.
“I can see you all did a great job.” She started. “Therefore, today the winner is…” Her pause was set for drama. “Everyone!”
Rebecca’s eyes narrowed on the woman, but she said nothing.
“Off you go!” Madam dismissed us.
Rising, Conner took my hand and linked his fingers through mine. He leaned down and whimpered in my ear, “Another one bites the dust.”
I burst out laughing.
Quinn
TEQUILA IS LIKE DUCT TAPE, IT FIXES NEARLY EVERYTHING
Our challenge today wouldn’t start until later this evening at the hotel bar. Rebecca hadn’t told us what it would entail, but I was taking advantage of my free time at the poolside lounge. It was supposed to be a vacation, after all.
Some of our group was hitting the Blackjack tables and other areas of the casino. Thankfully Rebecca wanted to gamble, so I’d been spared her annoying presence for a few hours at least. Conner was planning on doing laps in the pool while I soaked up the sun. This worked for me.
I had picked up a black string bikini from the gift shop along with coordinating sunglasses and a floppy hat, just because. It fit like a second skin, and I felt really hot in it. Of course, my ample behind was on display, but there wasn’t much to be done about that.
Conner sat shirtless on the lounger next to me in black and gray board shorts with his back facing me. “Care to rub some sunscreen on me, buttercup?” He looked over his shoulder with a wink.
“Of course.”
The pleasure was all mine. I accepted the lotion and squirted it onto my palm before warming it up between my hands.
The memory of the day before played through my mind.
The intimate massages we had given one another brought all that desire coursing through my veins with vengeance. My breasts pressed against his shoulder blades as I rubbed the sunscreen down his thick, muscular arms, wanting nothing more than for him to cage them around me and have his way with me in one of the cabanas.
He thanked me with a sexy as hell grin then dove into the pool. I kicked back on my lounger and watched him for a while before I dozed off. Exhaustion from the week was setting in, and I needed a nap. Even Conner’s gorgeousness couldn’t keep this woman awake.
I awakened to water droplets plopping onto my skin. I looked up to find him shaking his hair over me like a dog.
“Hey!” I cried out even though the water felt good on my heated skin.
“You up for a game of chicken against Paula and Daniel?” he asked as I looked out to the water with Paula waving at me to get in the pool.
“Sure.” Getting to sit on Conner’s shoulders would be the highlight of my day.
Dressed in a black top that haltered around my neck and scooped low in the back and jeans that made my ass look great, I slipped on my peep-toe black heels and set out for the bar on Conner’s arm. After our day at the pool we came back to the room and had a nap where he held me, before showering and doing a light dinner at the hotel restaurant.
The bar was closed down to the public, and we had the place to ourselves outside of the bartender who was prepping shots of tequila for everyone and lining them up on a tray at the end of the bar. He was a thin balding man with colorful tattoos that spanned the length of both arms.
“Tonight will be the most fun. I hope you have strong stomachs and can handle your liquor. Put your tolerance to the test. Who can hold your liquor and accept the hand fate deals you? Find out with this challenge.” Rebecca was being playful and tolerable for once. My brother was smiling, and I was hopeful that all of us were going to have a good time.
“Everyone knows how to play quarters, right?” Drew questioned.
Conner took a stool and pulled me between his legs. “How much can you drink before you get shitfaced?”
“We’ve got this. I wasn’t just good at playing quarters in college. I was the reigning champion.” I smirked.
“God broke the mold the day he made you, Quinn Landis.” Conner’s lips grazed my neck. Shit. I could feel him all the way to the tips of my toes. The night was full of possibilities and promise.
The bartender got the shots ready to go on a nearby playing table, and Drew got the game started. “Everyone know the rules? I’m going to give them to you anyway. The object of the game is to get your quarter in the glass on the first bounce. If you miss, then you gotta drink up. To make this more interesting it’s guys versus girls. The team to drink all their tequila first loses. Everyone ready? Let’s do this.”
“This should be a couples challenge,” Rebecca said on a pout.
“Babe, come on. Let’s just have fun. Everyone is here and having a great time. I want to do it this way.” It made me happy to see Drew stepping up and taking charge for once. I had to admit it surprised me in a very good way.
“Fine, whatever. I’m going to pick some songs. Come on, Laura.” The two of them pushed off to the jukebox.
“Quinn and Conner, you’re up first,” my brother announced.
“Prepare to drink up, honey,” I taunted him and tossed my quarter, sinking it into the shot glass on the first try, my arms flying up in a goal gesture.
He smirked at me and lifted the shot to his lips. This was going to be fun. I was playing it cool, but part of me hoped that by the end of the night Conner and I would be tipsy enough to stop beating around the bush and make a move. We hadn’t kissed since the massages, and I was going crazy.
I lost on my
fourth try.
Paula was the next to take a shot then Carley. Rebecca beat Drew, and Bruce beat Laura. Things were not looking good for us girls. It was up to me to take out Bruce. I sunk my quarter easily, and he cursed under his breath. Conner was back up, and the determination on his face was so damn sexy I lost on purpose.
Paula lost again, then Carley took Conner out. We continued this pattern until we were down to Conner and me again. He was smirking at me from across the table. His cheeks were glowing red from the alcohol. I watched him attempting to psyche me out by licking his lips in a sexual nature, leaving me to imagine his tongue moving like that in other places. With me distracted by his tongue and kissable lips, Conner made his toss, and I happily drank up like a loser.
“Good game, baby.” He pulled me in close and kissed me. Fireworks danced behind my eyelids.
“Now the real fun begins. Please welcome Mistress Raven. She’s here to give each of us a tarot card reading about the future of our relationships.”
Mistress Raven was an eccentric woman with hair so dark it glowed a purplish-blue hue under the lights. With a big patterned skirt that flowed to her ankles and a cinched maroon top that hugged her large breasts, she wore lots of jewelry. Thick bangles rattled up and down her arms as she took her seat. The woman wore a ring on every finger and giant hoop earrings. She truly had the appearance of a modern-day gypsy.
The first couple to get their reading was Bruce and Laura. They sat at a booth with her, and she asked each to them to cut the deck of cards and tap one each. The rest of us listened with eager ears, wondering if the woman would have some weight to her words or be full of shit.
I didn’t believe in some silly cards, but the idea behind it was fun, and I was willing to give it a shot.
“For you, the cards have a warning. One of you is carrying a heavy secret, and if you don’t come clean soon it will mean the end of your relationship.”
Both of them looked awkwardly at one another, but I could see the accusation behind Laura’s eyes as she gazed intently at her husband. Whatever he was keeping from her I suspected the damage was already done.
