I look up at Parker as he stares down at me with that smirk on his face. I toss the magazine onto the table next to my seat and stand. He places his hand on the small of my back to guide me down the hallway to the back and I notice the look of disappointment from the girl sitting behind the front desk.
I shove Parker’s hand off my back as we walk down the darkened hallway. The lady I’m following comes to a stand and turns to face us after opening the door to a room. “You know the drill, Mr. O’Hare. I’ll be back in five minutes.” Then she turns and walks away leaving us together.
“What are we doing, Parker?” I whisper harshly.
“Come on.” He grabs my upper arm and pulls me into the room. It’s dark but not black. There’s a sound of a piano softly playing in the background. A dark brown color paints the walls, and there’s a soft light coming from under a brown lampshade tucked over in the corner. Then I look down in front of me and see two small yet long tables side by side. Each covered with a soft, white linen blanket. I finally realize what we are doing. We’re getting a massage. Together. Side by side.
“A couple’s massage?” I blurt out.
“Whoa,” he says placing a hand up. “It’s a little too soon to put a label on it,” he jokes.
I wanna slap that smirk right off his face. “No.” I shake my head quickly as I take a step back from him. “I didn’t mean you and me. I meant…” I place my hand out. “This…”
“Relax, Kat.” He gives me that little smirk that I’m growing to hate. “I was just joking with you.” He laughs and I narrow my eyes. “I just figured your tight ass could use some relaxation.” He takes a step toward me and I stand my ground. He reaches up and places his hand on my upper back. “You said your back was bothering you last night. I figured this couldn’t make it any worse.”
I go to speak, but he takes a step back, reaches down, and pulls his white shirt up over his head. I watch the muscles move in his smooth chest and his six-pack as he kicks his shoes off and then pushes his black sweatpants down his legs. I stand frozen and stare shamelessly. The way his leg muscles flex as he removes his pants makes my heart beat faster. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and say what you want, but I love sex. I’m not that girl who can go without it. I need it.
“Superman?” I question out loud not realizing it as he stands in his boxers in front of me. And what a sight that is. Maybe I was wrong about him being small. Don’t drool, Katherine.
“Well, yeah,” he says with a shy smile. “I’ve always had a thing for superheroes. Superman was my favorite. I always wanted to fly.” He then turns around and crawls under the little thin sheet before lying on his stomach. I stand there staring at his back, the way the muscles roll like waves as he pulls the blanket up and over his ass. God, what an ass it is. I just wanna sink my teeth into it.
“Don’t worry,” he says, making me jump. “I’m not gonna watch you get naked like you just did me.” He turns his head to look over his shoulder and winks at me. “But I’m glad you liked what you saw,” he smirks before lying his head down to look through the little hole on the massage table.
I should say something—fire a comeback—but it’s too late now. And what would I say anyway? I literally stood there like an idiot and watched him undress. If I had dollar bills, I probably would have placed them in those Superman boxers just to feel that V that every girl drools over. Of course, he has one.
“You have about one minute before they come in,” he mumbles not moving.
It snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly undress and place my phone on silent before tossing it into my purse.
I sigh as I lie down under the thin sheet and get my big boobs situated. I also lie face down and smile to myself.
“Make sure not to fart.”
I raise my head and look over at Parker to see him looking at me with a straight face. “Excuse me?”
“It’s a known fact that when the body becomes relaxed you can let wind.” He smiles.
“Whatever.” I shift on the table and it pushes the sheet down a little exposing my upper back and my side boob. His eyes automatically look. I watch as his jaw twitches.
I smile to myself and lie down placing my face down. I don’t adjust the sheets. The bastard is still staring at my side boob. He did pay for this; I might as well give him a little show. Like the one he gave me, which I’m sure was on purpose. The fucker. Now my pussy is wet and my mind is in the gutter.
CHAPTER NINE
PARKER
What does one think about when their dick is harder than a diamond in a polar bear’s ass? The answer is anything but the naked woman lying on the table next to him.
Every now and then, I can hear her sigh. Or take a deep breath. I’m trying to relax as the woman rubs her hands on me, but all I can think about is the other woman who is rubbing all over Katherine’s body. The slippery oil making it so easy for her hands to roam all over her body.
Fuck, Parker. Stop it! Think about something else. Anything else. Cats, my cat—Puss Puss. “You can roll over now,” Terri whispers down into my ear.
Shit! I can’t do that. She’ll see my cock standing to attention. Hell, she might try to massage the damn thing. I lean up a little and try to whisper. “I wanna stay on my stomach.” Then I drop my head refusing to say anything else. Katherine is enjoying her massage, and I don’t want to disturb her. So¸ I motion with my right hand to continue massaging my backside in case she missed it.
I feel her hands back on my calves and I close my eyes. At least she’s not gonna make me turn onto my back. I shift a little trying to release the pain in my cock that I’m smashing to death. It feels like it could pop like a can of biscuits. But only my biscuits would no longer be edible.
The last twenty minutes go by excruciatingly slow. I eventually just give up the fight and let the dirty thoughts I have of her surface. I dreamed of doing her a hundred different ways in this room. Her on top of me. Me on top of her. Her bent over the massaging table while I pound into her from behind. My most favorite was her throwing her sheet off and crawling on top of me. Just as I imagine myself coming in her drenched pussy, Terri takes her hands off my body.
“Okay. You guys are free to get dressed. We will be waiting right outside the door for you.”
The second the two ladies close the door shut, I jump up off my table. I rush over to my pants and pull them up, trying to conceal my aching cock. It’s not until I’m completely dressed that I realize Katherine is still lying on her table with her eyes closed.
“Katherine?” I say softly walking over to her.
“Hmmm?” she hums but doesn’t move.
“It’s over, Kat. Time to get up and get dressed.” I reach out to help her up, but I pull my hand back. Can’t touch her. Not right now. Not while the memories of me fucking her are still so fresh in my mind.
She lays on her back and her eyes are closed shut. Her long dark hair is now out of her ponytail and has that just-fucked look from the massage therapist running her hands all over her scalp. It makes my hands itch to touch her. Her lips are parted as she breathes calmly, and it makes my lips tingle to know the taste of them.
“Katherine?” I say a little louder, aggravated that she’s having this effect on me.
Her eyes open slowly and she gives me a lazy smile. “That was amazing.” She lifts her right hand, reaching out for me.
I swallow nervously but take her hand in mine. Her other arm comes across her chest in order to keep her sheet up as she sits. “I think I fell asleep at one point.”
I chuckle. “Glad it relaxed you.” It did nothing for me but make me horny as fuck.
“Oh, it did just that.” She smiles.
I stand there looking down at her as I continue to hold her hand. What I wouldn’t give that sheet to fall. To give me a glimpse of those tits that she’s hiding. I’ve always been a boob man. The bigger, the better. They make my mouth water.
“Uh…” she says looking around the now empty
room.
I drop her hand. “I’ll leave so you can get dressed,” I say not wanting to make this situation awkward. She said it did the job. I’d hate to ruin it for her because of my cock getting hard for her. That would be a shame.
“Thanks so much, ladies,” I say to Terri and the other one, I can’t remember her name. She’s new. I come and get a massage once a month and I’ve only ever seen her one other time.
“It was our pleasure,” Terri says with a flirty smile. She’s cute. She’s the true meaning of girl next door if you ask me. She’s short with a cute round face. Her glasses make her look even cuter. But I don’t find myself attracted to her in that way.
“So. What is up with you and the woman?” she asks.
“Good friends,” I say not going to go into any detail about my situation with Katherine. Hell, I don’t even know what it is. I’ve never brought a girl here with me before. But she’s different. She needed it. And I feel like I owed her something for all the shit I had caused her.
I turn around when I hear the door to our room open. Katherine comes out in her yoga pants and tank top on. She gives us a lazy smile. One that I imagine she gives when she’s had too much to drink. It’s adorable.
“Thank you,” she says to the women and then walks toward the front door as I follow after her.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” I say as I pull out of the parking lot.
“It truly was amazing.” She sighs. “Thank you.” She lays her head back on the headrest and closes her eyes.
I take the chance to readjust my still very hard cock and then reach over to turn up the radio. I need some tunes to drown out my own thoughts.
*****
KATHERINE
I don’t know what it is, but I’m horny as hell. It could be the fact that a woman just rubbed oil all over my body. My head is clear. And my body feels like it’s floating on clouds. I wish I could feel this way all the time. But that’s not life. Real life stresses you out, makes you cranky, and gives you a headache. But as he pulls up to my house and I get out of his truck, I feel like there’s still a piece of me that needs a release. Needs to be massaged. The question is—should I take that chance with Parker? Should I make that step with him? I don’t really know why not. He’s a player and we both know that. So what if we have sex one time? What could it hurt? So what if he never talks to me again? Half the time I can’t stand him anyway. Right? Right!
He walks to me to my door as if he’s a true gentleman. I walk into the house and stop to turn to face him. “Coming in?” I ask. I’ll let him make the decision. Either he wants to or he doesn’t. His call.
“Coffee?” he asks with a smile.
I shake my head and the smile drops off his pretty face. “I’m out of coffee at the moment,” I say softly as I allow my eyes to look him up and down.
He takes a step toward me and places his big hands on my hips. They dig into my skin and it makes my legs tighten. “So, what are you offering me?” His voice has dropped to a seductive, deeper tone. It makes me shiver.
“What would you like?” I ask biting my bottom lip. God, I feel so good right now. Almost a high. Like a Eucalyptus high. Maybe that’s what it is. That scent got into my system and has fucked me up.
“You.” The simple word has never sounded so good.
“I’m right here,” I say with a flirty smile. “Come and…” His lips are on mine before I can even finish the sentence. He reaches back and slams the front door shut. Then his hands are back on my hips. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips as I dig my hands into his soft hair. He takes a few steps and then falls down onto the couch. I straddle him as I pull away long enough to reach down and lift his shirt up over his head. I run my nails down his glorious smooth chest and he grabs my wrists and pins them behind my back as he hisses in a breath. He places both of my wrists in one of his large hands and then yanks my tank top down with his free hand. “These tits are fucking perfect,” he growls, and I throw my head back and moan when I feel his lips touch my nipple.
Rollin never liked my boobs. I was always small—a small A to be exact. One day I had mentioned getting a boob job, and Rollin said absolutely not. He wouldn’t be with a fake bitch. My friend, Renee, brought me home two weeks later from the hospital. I had got them done and hadn’t told him I was gonna do it. He was pissed, but I didn’t care.
He releases my wrists and I reach up and run my hands roughly through his hair. “Fuck me,” I beg. My body aches for him. I grind my hips against his hard cock as I try to get some sort of friction.
He places his hands in my hair and pulls my face to look him in the eyes. “Tell me in French.”
I smile at that thought as well. Rollin hated when I spoke in French. “Baise-moi,” I whisper before leaning into him. I run my tongue along his lips and speak softly. “Se il vous plaît me baiser,” I beg.
I squeal as he stands from the couch, his hands on my ass and I wrap my legs around his hips once again. His lips are back on mine and I place my hands out to make sure we don’t run into any walls. “End of the hallway,” I say quickly before my lips are back on his.
We go crashing through my bedroom door, and he slams me down onto the bed. He pulls away from my lips and yanks my yoga pants down. It’s a little harder to get them off than usual considering my legs were just rubbed down with oils, making me a little sticky.
He crawls on top of me and his lips attack mine once again. I reach down between our bodies and push his sweatpants down his hips. I grab a hold of his hard cock and he jerks away.
I pull my lips away from his and look up at him. “What?” I ask as I start to stroke him.
“I’m…” I squeeze him tighter and his body jerks once again. He reaches down and grabs my wrists. His other hand grabs my free hand and he pins them both down by my head. “You make me nervous.” He chuckles.
I arch an eyebrow. “Afraid I may hurt you? Maybe I like my sex rough.” I softly bite into my bottom lip. I do. God, do I like it rough.
His hands squeeze my wrists to the point it causes pain and I arch my back up off the bed as I suck in a deep breath.
He buries his head into my neck and sucks on it before biting into it. “God,” I cry out as my hard nipples press against his hard chest.
“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you,” he growls, rocking his hips. “And I know you’ve been dreaming of it, too.” He releases my wrists. I reach for him, but he sits up, grabs my hips, and flips me over. I arch my ass up in the air as I hear him rip open a condom. I see the empty wrapper fly to my floor out of the corner of my eye and then see his pants fall to the floor as well.
His positions himself behind me and his knees push my legs further apart, causing my thighs to stretch in the most delicious way. This time it’s me who jumps when his fingers run up and down my soaked pussy.
He places his hand in my hair and pulls my head back. Then I feel his breath on the side of my face. “Just how rough do you like it?” he asks. I go to speak, but my breath gets taken away when he pushes a finger into me roughly. I rock against it, but he pulls it back and then thrusts in two fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”
I moan as he pulls them out then I feel the tip of him start to push into me. I push back causing him to slide in a little further.
He places his head on my back and lets out a heavy sigh as I rock my body back and forth needing more each time. Loving the feel as his cock stretches me to the point it stings.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That pussy feels so good.” He growls once he’s all of the way in. I go to get up on my hands when his arm comes around and grabs a hold of my neck. He pulls me fully up on my knees as he kneels behind me. His hand tightens around my neck and I reach up to grab his wrist to try to pull it away, but his other hand finds its way to my clit. He pinches it between his two fingers and I gasp.
He lowers his head down to my ear and he breathes heavily. “I can do rough, baby.”
With that, he le
ts go of my neck and shoves my face down onto the comforter. He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. He holds me down as he pushes them into my back and I cry out. “Is this what you want?” he demands as he pulls back and then slams into me.
“Yes,” I pant. “Fuck me.”
He growls as he repeats the motion. It doesn’t take us long to find a rhythm. I push back against him as he fucks me. Each thrust harder than the one before. Each thrust hitting a new spot and making my body tighten. It feels good. He feels good, but it won’t be enough. I know my body, and I know what I need to get off. And this isn’t it. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t feel amazing. His hands on me. His body slapping against mine. The sweat and lotion making our bodies even more slippery.
He lets go of my wrists and I place my hands in front of me and onto the headboard. I push on it helping myself stay in place so he can pound me harder.
He slaps my ass and I moan as I dig my head into the comforter.
He leans down over my body and speaks into my ear. “Come,” he orders and I try not to roll my eyes. Why men think we can come on demand is beyond me. Seriously, if all I needed was a single word to get off, I would lie in bed and say come, bitch.
But instead of saying this, I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and moan a little louder. Dig my hands into the sheets. I might as well fake it and stroke his ego. I mean my pussy is already stroking his cock. He comes shortly after I fake it. He moans and grunts as his body jerks, allowing his release inside the condom.
I get up after he finishes and walk to the bathroom. I use the restroom and clean myself up before I walk into the bedroom with a washcloth. I throw it to where he lies on the bed for him to clean himself up as well.
He leans up with a satisfied smirk on his face as he starts to clean his now soft dick off. “So, how was it?”
I place my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. What kind of guy asks you how it was afterward? A guy like Parker. A douchebag.
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