Chapter 3
3
MONTANA
H ad those words just come out of my mouth? More importantly, was I ready to follow through if he said yes?
My heart was firing beats at the pace of a jackhammer. Rowe was aroused. That much was clear by what he’d said. I’d noticed that bulge growing increasingly bigger. At this point, I could see the outline of his long, thick shaft as it pressed the cloth of his underwear outward.
It also was pretty telling that he seemed to have a hard time talking when I moved my hand to certain parts of his body. And there was a heat in his stare that hadn’t been there before. It was growing more intense by the second.
As I inched up the back of his thigh, my body was the one having the reaction. The area between my legs grew warmer and wetter with each movement of my hand over his skin. He was all muscle, and each muscle was perfectly defined. I was dying to keep going—to move all the way up to the forbidden area. The area no massage therapist ever ventured.
“You can’t be my client,” I blurted. “So, no paying me tonight if we do this.”
He still hadn’t said yes. I might be making a fool of myself by carrying on about terms. For good measure, I moved my other hand to the inside of his left thigh, running my fingers upward and stopping just below the area where the hem of a towel would normally be.
“I’ll tell you what,” Rowe said. “I’ll take you to dinner tomorrow night to thank you for the free massage.”
“Is that a date or a thank-you dinner?”
“Let’s call it a date. But you don’t want to wait until tomorrow night, do you?”
I froze, my right hand resting on his quadriceps. “For a date?”
“To find out what you’ve been missing all this time.”
That was what I thought he meant. It sent a thrill through me—a mix of terror and exhilaration. I’d led a relatively boring life, focusing on school and getting trained, then building a career for myself. My weekly girls’ night out was the closest to adventure I got.
But this was an adventure. Sex with a mountain man on a massage table. I hadn’t even dared fantasize about something like that.
“I don’t want to wait,” I said.
He smiled and lay his head back against the table. “What do you say you come up a little higher than my thigh?”
He wanted me to touch him? Kiss him? Bring my entire body up there? I wasn’t sure. I was new to this. But as I looked up at him, his eyes closed and his body relaxed, I realized he wanted me to do what I wanted to do. And what I wanted to do was explore.
I started by running my fingers along the muscles of his inner thigh, moving upward. His bulge didn’t seem to have grown, and I took that as a challenge. I wanted him hard. So hard for me, he ached for release.
I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing as I moved my fingers up his thigh. He let out a groan as my finger slid over the band of his underwear. I opened my eyes and watched as his bulge moved.
He liked that. I’d have to give him more of that.
But first, I stood and unbuttoned my blouse, shrugging out of it. Then I took off my pants. Where I was getting this kind of courage, I had no idea. In truth, I felt like I was living out a fantasy. None of this was real.
When his eyes popped open, though, it became all too real. I stood there, wearing only my bra, panties, and white ankle socks. My underwear offered about as much coverage as a two-piece bathing suit, but I felt more vulnerable than if we were hanging out on the beach or by a pool.
But I wasn’t afraid. There was safety in his heated stare. He thought I was beautiful. That was all that mattered.
He sat up a little, pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it to the ground, and lay down again. This time, he folded his hands behind his head and used them as a pillow of sorts as he once again closed his eyes, tilting his face toward the ceiling and waiting.
I could do anything I wanted, and I wanted to touch him.
But first, I walked over to the counter and twisted the pump of the closed massage oil. I had to remove the seal and was cursing silently by the time I got the pump back in and ready to go. Instinct told me the oil would enhance his experience.
I set the oil on the small table near his head and eyed him again. His eyes were closed as he waited, far too patiently, for me to get my act together.
I took a deep breath and made my move. There was nothing graceful about tugging underwear off a man. His bulge became an obstacle, and I worried I’d cause him pain if I didn’t do this right.
He lifted a little as I tugged the briefs down, trying with all my might to keep my eyes off his erection. It was impossible to ignore, the way it stood at attention. But I managed to remove his underwear without letting the sight of his naked body take over all my fine motor skills.
After tossing his underwear to the floor, I headed straight to the massage oil. I held my breath as I pumped some onto my palm, then rubbed my hands together.
Only as I turned toward him did I let myself feel my own arousal. I’d never felt this before. The ache between my legs was so intense, I had to squeeze my thighs together to calm it.
“Whoa,” Rowe said as I settled my hands on his thigh. “That feels warm... And wet.”
This was where I should say something sexy. Something about how he liked it wet. But anything I could say would sound forced—maybe even cheesy. So I kept my mouth shut.
I slid my hands over his thigh, moving closer and closer to his crotch. His breathing grew heavier and deeper with each movement, and the sound spurred me on. Slowly, I made my way over his inner thigh, the outside of my pinky running alongside his balls. He sucked in a breath but kept his eyes closed. I watched him as I slid my left hand over his balls, then around the base of his shaft.
And then I dedicated my full attention to his cock. There was still enough oil on my hands to create a slick surface. I moved my right hand all the way up to his tip while my left hand cupped his balls.
“That feels so good,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
And then he finally opened his eyes and looked down, watching what I was doing. His eyelids were heavy, his breaths coming shallow and fast. Finally, he unclasped his hands from behind his head and let them drop to his sides. Well, his right hand did, anyway. His left moved across the back of my thigh, running over my right butt cheek.
My body was screaming for him to touch my pussy, but the angle was all wrong. Besides, I wanted to focus on him right now.
Emboldened by the fact that his eyes were closed, I leaned over and ran my tongue over his tip. He sucked in another breath and let it out in a burst.
I had full control here. Confidence surged through me at that realization.
Spurred on by my curiosity, I took him in my mouth as far as he would go. Too far, in fact. An involuntary gagging sound slipped out as his cock hit the back of my throat, and I cringed. That would surely be a turnoff.
But instead, Rowe’s eyes were open again and settled on my face. The intensity in his stare told me he was enjoying this—every single second of it.
“That’s it, baby,” he said.
His hand moved up my back, then around to my breast. With one finger, he pushed the bra cup down so he could run his fingers over my nipples. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what I was doing as shockwaves of pleasure shot straight to my pussy.
“Just like that,” he said.
His head was back, his eyes closed as I found a good rhythm. Using my hands and mouth, I stroked him, moving faster and swirling my tongue over him. And then, just as I was sure he was about to come, he wrapped his hand around my shoulder and stopped me.
“Let’s put a pause on that,” he said. “There’s something I want to do first.”