Thirteen | Jasmin
Thirteen
Jasmin
W as I seriously considering this?!
Sex—or even just foreplay—with Brody was insane. I didn’t even know the guy. But apparently, that wasn’t reason enough for my mind to stop imagining him every time I tried to get myself off. The sleeping part was a bit of a surprise as I never would have thought I was capable of that while asleep, but obviously, my body wanted something I wasn’t giving it. And I had a sneaking suspicion that something was Brody’s cock.
“So, what’s it going to be? Do you want my help or not?” he asked, smiling smugly.
How the hell was I supposed to answer that? I didn’t know how to do a no-strings-attached hook-up, and it felt weird to just jump right in as if this was something normal people did every day.
“How can you be so nonchalant about this?” I questioned, folding my arms over my chest.
“It’s easy.”
“Yeah, maybe for you. Not so much for girls.”
I took another deep breath, this time forcing myself to release it slowly in hopes that it would help calm my nerves. I knew I could just say no and try to go back to sleep, but there was this excitement that was tingling inside of me at the thought of doing something like this. I may never get a chance like this again, and Brody was a good-looking guy, so it wasn’t like I was settling by any means. As long as he kept his mouth shut and didn’t act like the grumpy ass I’d come to know in such a short time, we’d be just fine.
“How about a massage?” he offered, nodding to the bed. “I won’t touch anywhere you don’t want me to. But I can at least work on the knots forming across your shoulders. You’re making me tense just from looking at you.”
“Wow,” I sneered, cocking my head to the side. “You’re a real charmer, aren’t you?”
“Just take your shirt off and lay down.” He rolled his eyes and let out a loud huff.
He went into the bathroom and turned on the light while I did as he asked. I still had my bra on, so I reminded myself that this was no different than wearing a bikini. I was showing the same amount of skin and could really use a massage. If he sucked at it, at least I didn’t spend hundreds of dollars on it.
A few seconds later, he returned with a bottle of massage oil. I didn’t bother to question why he had it, but it felt promising that this might not be so bad after all. My hair was already pulled up onto my head so it was out of his way as I laid my head to the side and closed my eyes.
I felt the oil on my skin as he gently rubbed it in, his strong fingers skillfully moving across my back. There was a light lavender scent that made me feel even more relaxed as he worked his way up to my shoulders, working the knots that had indeed started to form.
There had been so much pressure and stress trying to get stuff set up for Frosty Fest that I hadn’t stopped to take the time to do anything about it. I knew that I would end up going for a spa day after the new year, but this just proved how much I needed it now.
“You’re so tight,” he said softly, squirting more oil before continuing to work my shoulders.
I ignored his words that stirred a fire deep inside my belly. He had offered to take care of that as well, but for now, this was what I was comfortable with.
“If the pressure gets to be too much let me know, and I’ll ease up. I really want to work these out for you, though.”
“Thank you,” I said, already feeling relaxed. “You’re better at this than I thought you would be.”
“I’m a licensed massage therapist. I used to do this for a living until I decided to focus on welding.”
“Wow. I never would have pegged you for a massage therapist.”
“I’m into a lot, but pegging is a no for me.”
A nervous giggle shot out of me before I could stop it once I realized my words.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean—you know— pegging ...”
“It would be fine if you did. Talking about sex doesn’t bother me, and it shouldn’t bother you either. You’re safe to talk about things openly with me without fear of being judged.”
I was about to respond, but before I could, he hit a trigger, and I yelped in pain.
“Yeah, I thought this might be the case,” he said more to himself than me. “Do you mind if I position myself above you so I can get a better grip on this?”
“That’s fine.”
I felt the bed dip as he climbed up and over me, his legs straddling mine. I tried not to think about how amazing it might feel if we were naked and he was slamming into me from behind.
“Do you mind if I remove this?” he asked, pulling on the back of my bra where it clasped. “I don’t want to get it gross with the oil I’m putting on your shoulders, and I would like to get in deeper without it being in the way.”
“Sure.”
His fingers moved lightly over my skin as I felt him undo the clasp before sliding the straps down my arms. He didn’t bother taking it all the way off, just enough that my entire back was bare for him.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hands as they worked my sore, tired muscles. He shifted his position slightly as he began focusing on my lower back, the stiffness of his erection brushing against my ass in the process.
I swallowed hard and squeezed my legs together to keep from getting turned on.
“If you want to take your sweats off, I’ll do full body and work on the spots where you keep getting cramps from those boots you wear.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I answered, knowing that once my pants came off, it would be all over. I would give in and allow this man to do whatever he wanted to me.
“I know I don’t have to. I’m offering. I’ve seen how you walk after taking them off, and you definitely need it.”
I sighed heavily, knowing he was right.
“Okay. If you’ll close your eyes, I’ll turn around so I can get them off.”
“If you trust me, I can take them off without you having to roll over.”
I nodded and held my breath as I felt his fingers glide over my skin as he pulled them down.
I expected him to start at the top and work his way down to my feet the way other massage therapists did, but instead, he started with my foot and worked his way up. His fingers kneaded the pads of my feet, making me squirm with how good it felt while also hurting at the same time.
He released one foot, then moved to the other before massaging my legs and thighs.
“Do you want me to massage your ass?” he asked, his voice deeper.
“Is that something you typically do in a massage?” I replied, all of my brain cells on a permanent vacation from how relaxed my body was already feeling.
“If they want it, yes. Do you want it?”
Want it? Like, as in his cock? Yeah, I wanted it. I wanted it real bad .
“Want what?” I asked, hoping for clarification. How was I already this distracted?
“Me to massage your ass,” he replied with a chuckle. “You’ve been a real pain in my ass, so I can only imagine I’ve been one in yours too. I’m happy to alleviate some of that tension for you.”
“Well, since you’re the one who caused it, go right ahead.”
I should have known that him massaging my ass would mean that my panties would have to come off—but again, I wasn’t thinking. My body was on fire as he grabbed the top and pulled them down my legs, moving his body along as he did, definitely getting the perfect view of my pussy along the way.
I wanted to cross my legs and hide myself from his view, but the moment he squirted oil on my ass, I was gone. There was nothing left to fight at this point, and it was better just to accept the sweet, delicious torture that was headed my way.
His fingers gripped my ass firmly, then his palms flattened as he used deep strokes, stretching the muscles.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered, enjoying the sensation as he relieved tension but also getting super turned on by how close he was getting to my pussy.
“Do you want me to go harder?”
“Yes,” I panted. “Harder. Faster. Deeper. Give me all of it.”
He chuckled and applied more pressure as he continued massaging my ass. I arched my back, giving him access to where he needed as he applied more oil and started rubbing his way down my cheeks, getting painfully close to my pussy.
“Roll over,” he commanded, pulling his hands away while my brain tried to keep up with what he was asking for.
Not caring that I was fully on display anymore, I did as he asked, not bothering to cover my breasts with the bra that was now lying beneath me.
He took his time looking at my body as he rubbed oil between his hands and then leaned forward and began massaging my shoulders from the front. I hated him being so close to where I needed him yet so far away.
“It’s okay to let it build,” he said softly, looking down at me. “It’ll just make your release more intense. And trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
I nodded and closed my eyes as his hands traveled down over my breasts, gently caressing each as they hung heavily in his grip. I wanted him to lower his mouth and take one of the pebbled nipples into it and suck, but he didn’t. He just kept moving down my body until he reached my pussy.
“Shaved. I like it.”
He looked up and locked eyes with me, his head hovering where I wanted him, but he didn’t move until I nodded my head, confirming this was what I wanted. The next thing I knew, he was fully seated in between my thighs, his tongue sliding along my slit as I gasped and gripped his hair.
“Fuck,” I cried out, my body nearly bucking off the bed.
But he didn’t seem bothered by it as he pushed my legs down with firm hands and held them in place while he tortured me with his tongue. He nipped at my clit a few times before pulling it into his mouth and sucking. The sensation was driving me mad, nearly sending me over the edge when I was already on the brink.
I could feel the orgasm building as my spine tingled.
“I’m so close,” I warned, though it wasn’t like he needed it. I could tell he knew by how he changed position and began finger fucking me with two fingers. He was hitting a spot I didn’t even know I had while continuing to suck my clit with the right amount of pressure.
“FUCK!” I screamed, panting as waves of pleasure washed over me. My body spasmed so hard that I saw stars again as I felt fluid come out of me.
He pulled away slowly, removing his fingers as he sat beside me on the bed.
I opened my eyes and found him looking at me with a satisfied grin while I avoided looking down to see what kind of mess I made.
“Don’t worry about it,” he assured me, already reading my thoughts again. “I told you I like it messy. Squirting is fun, isn’t it?”