Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
Liv
“Your three-thirty is in a guest suite,” Jody tells me.
“Okay, sure. I’ll just grab the fold-up table and some oils and head up.”
“It’s with Austin Adams,” she says.
My belly flips and my skin heats and prickles at the sound of his name.
“Oh. The guy from yesterday?” I ask, like I haven’t been thinking about his sexy ass since yesterday morning.
“Yes, the guy from yesterday,” she says, rolling her eyes. “And he wants you in his room.” She sighs. “I can’t believe you get to go to Austin Adams’ suite and see him all naked and oily again.”
I give her a look. “Yeah. I mean, I guess he’s pretty hot.”
So hot. So fucking hot.
“Pretty hot?” she gasps. “Austin Adams is only the best wide r—” she starts.
“Sorry, Jody. I need to go. It will take me a while to get up there, and I don’t want to keep him waiting.”
“Oh. You definitely don’t want to keep Austin Adams waiting!” She wiggles her eyebrows at me like she knows I rubbed his ass a little too much during his massage.
With two minutes to go, I’m in the cage elevator with the fold up massage table, a Wildstone Resort and Spa tote bag full of oils and candles, a thousand butterflies in my stomach and a very strong intention not to touch him like that again.
I will be strictly professional.
I will not focus twenty-five minutes of a one-hour massage on his round, smooth butt cheeks.
I will find a boyfriend, or at least a no-strings fling for the summer. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything sexual with anyone, and it’s clear that I’m going to need someone who can fulfill my new and very insatiable needs so that I don’t touch my clients unprofessionally again.
I knock on the door with a shaky hand.
Fuck! Why am I so nervous?
He’s just a client, Liv. Calm the fuck down.
But he didn’t feel like just a client. I’ve massaged a lot of men in my time. Most of them wealthy. Many of them very attractive. I’ve massaged a lot of great bodies. And sure, I’ve noticed they’ve had great bodies. But I’ve never ever massaged a guy’s ass for that long before.
Fuck.
I don’t know what it is about this guy that has me losing it. It’s probably just that I was hungover, and I’d just shifted for the first time, and I still have no idea what the hell is going on with that, but hopefully @rawrgrrl will be online again soon and I can?—
The door opens and holy fuck!
I knew Austin was hot. You can’t have a body like that and not have a somewhat attractive face. But this guy is panty-dropping gorgeous.
With thick dirty blonde hair begging to be pulled, a scruff of light brown on his chiseled jaw, and stormy blue-gray eyes that make me want to be a boat capsizing in them, the guy looks like he should be on the cover of People’s sexiest man alive issue.
He towers over me, he’s taller and broader standing up than he was lying down, and his Denver Breakers t-shirt hugs him in all the places I’m about to have my hands on him.
Uuuggggh!
“Hi. I’m Austin,” he says, taking the massage table out of my hands and reaching out to shake my hand.
“Liv,” I tell him.
He grips my fingers, firm and sure, and oh my god, the way heat sparks between us!
“But we’ve already met,” I say, pulling my hand back with a nervous laugh.
His eyes are on me like he’s remembering my hands on his ass.
Oh fuck!
“Yeah, we have.” He runs a hand through the back of his hair and oh god, when he flexes like that! The guy’s bicep is so fucking huge and perfect.
I have a sudden urge to grab him and just bite it!
Not now, kitty cat!
Obviously, I already knew he had an insanely muscular, athletic body, but it’s not like he was tensing his bicep like that when I was rubbing his ass!
“So, how do you want to do this?” he asks. “Do I just… strip off and get on the table, or…?”
“Oh. Um. I’ll set up in the living area and then I’ll… give you a minute to… undress.”
A smirk hits the corner of his lip, and it’s clear that there’s a reason he invited me up here.
He liked how I rubbed his butt cheeks.
And he wants me to do it again.
Oh god.
Aware of him watching me from the doorway, I set up the table, light the candles and dim the lights. It’s what we do as standard when we visit our client’s rooms. It helps them relax. It also helps me to feel like I’m setting the mood to ride his cock all night long.
Liv!
“I’ll give you a minute,” I tell him. “There’s a towel here to put… over yourself.”
He nods. “Thanks.”
“Okay.”
I hurry past him and into his kitchenette. I grab a glass of water and just stare down at it forever before I finally take a gulp and then head back into the living area, hoping he’s undressed and ready.
Heat rushes through me as I walk in and take in the back of his naked body. He’s done a terrible job of putting the towel over his ass, and I can see everything. I don’t know if it’s because he just struggled to do it from that angle or if he wanted me to see his ass.
Does he want me to see his ass?!
I pick up the edge of the towel and cover him.
That’s better. He’s covered now. I can’t see his ass.
I’m not even going to touch his ass.
I’ll be completely professional and just work his back and shoulders.
I slide my oily hands over his skin and try to convince myself I’m not getting off on the way his hard muscles feel under my fingers and palms.
“Ugh, it’s so good,” he grunts as I work that area where his knot was before. It’s better today, but I can still tell it’s giving him some trouble.
He grunts and groans louder than he did yesterday, like he feels safer to do that here, and I’m getting so fucking wet I can barely see straight.
But Jesus. This guy is — what? In his late twenties? He’s not going to want more than a massage from me. He just likes the way I rub his knots out. That’s all.
I’m doing everything I can to avoid his ass, and so instead of going down, I go up towards his neck. He grunts like he likes it, and suddenly my fingers are sliding into his hair and massaging his scalp.
God, his hair feels so soft!
I’m trained in head massage, but this isn’t how I usually do it. Not like I’m grabbing his hair while his hot tongue is on me and I’m about to come!
“That’s so nice, Liv,” he moans.
Okay, this is getting unprofessional again.
I can feel the cougar within me laughing at my panic.
This was never going to be professional, Liv.
Oh fuck.
I avoid his butt and work his feet, his calves and the backs of his thighs, but every time I get closer to his ass, he lets out a groan, and I know he wants me to touch him there. And not in a professional way.
Fuckity fuck fuck!
I slide the towel down and my fingers dig into his perfect, sweet, twenty-something year old ass, and I can’t help the gasp that escapes my own lips.
He lets out a huff of a chuckle, like he knows I’m getting off on this too.
I mean, I think he’s getting off on it.
“You want to… turn over?” I ask.
“I’d like to, but I’m…”
“You’re what, Mr. Adams?” I ask, like using his last name will help me stay professional.
“I’m… hard,” he grunts out.
Oh fuuuuck. Oh my god.
“Oh! Well. That’s okay. I can… work around it.”
“You can?”
“I am a professional, Mr. Adams.”
Liar!
“It happens all the time,” I add. Which actually is true. It’s just that usually it’s easier to ignore it.
I hold the towel above him, and when he rolls over, I don’t look. I just quickly place the towel down over his massive cock, which is now tenting under the towel and making my lower belly heat.
It’s making everything within me catch fire.
He throws his arm over his eyes with a sexy, breathy chuckle. “Sorry about this.”
“It’s… fine.” I say, rubbing more oil into my hands and focusing on the front of his thighs.
Every time I slide closer to his cock, he lets out a groan.
“Feels so fucking good,” he grunts out from under his massive bicep.
Oh god.
With every slide of my hands up his thigh, the towel moves a little, until it finally falls to the floor, revealing the biggest, most spectacular, veiny throbbing cock I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, god. I’m so sorry,” I gasp. “I’ll grab the towel.”
“Leave it,” he whispers, low and sexy.
Okay. I have no clue what to do now. Do I just go back to massaging his legs? Does he want me to massage his cock?
My inner cougar growls, she knows exactly what she wants, and before I can stop myself, before I can stop her, I’m oiling up my hands and then running them over the sexy V that leads from his chiseled abs to the giant cock before me.
I get a little closer to his cock each time, waiting to see if he stops me. Tells me to be more professional. Tells me to leave.
But he doesn’t. Each time I get closer to the massive throbbing thing, he gasps like he’s… waiting for it.
Like we both know this is fucking inevitable.
We both know I’m going to touch it.
Oh god.
I gently press my fingers to the base of his cock.
“Oh, fuck!” he grunts.
I lightly place two fingers and my thumb around his shaft.
“Oh, god,” he moans.
With my whole oiled-up hand, I grip it tighter and start pumping.
“Oh fuuuck! Liv!” he groans into his arm.
I grab his balls with my free hand, cupping them while I jerk him off.
“Oh, Liv! Oh, fuck! Oh, Jesus!” he howls.
I should stop, but I don’t stop. I just go harder. Faster. I keep pumping his massive cock until his entire body tenses and I know he’s going to come.
“Fuck! Oh, Liv! Oh, FUCK!!” he grunts as hot cum shoots out from his cock and fills my hand.
I slow down my movements, and after a few more beautiful shudders, his body completely relaxes onto the table. His arm still over his eyes.
Thank fuck he didn’t watch me do that.
I mean, what would he see? Some middle-aged masseuse getting off on pumping a younger man’s cock?
God. Was he just doing me a favor because I look like I haven’t seen any action in a while? Because I’m fucking past it?
Clearly my cougar has gone to sleep now that we’re done here.
I scoop up as much cum into my hand as I can and rush into the bathroom to wash it off.
When I return, he’s standing up. Towel wrapped around his waist. His rock-solid pecs and shoulders glistening from the oil I used on him. A huge fucking grin on his gorgeous face.
“I… I have to—” I don’t finish my sentence. I don’t pack up the massage table or blow out the candles or grab the oils.
I just run out of his room and press the elevator button fifty times.
Oh my god.
I just gave a client a happy ending.
When the elevator finally arrives, I get in, hit the down button and pray I don’t lose my job over this.