Chapter 18 #2
“I’ll start loosening up the surrounding fascia.” Wren discussing anatomy should not be this sexy. Every word out of her mouth unlocked a new kink.
As she kneaded into his lower back, her thumbs pressing into that deep tissue, a groan slipped out.
“Painful?”
He tried to say something but a strangled, “Mmf,” escaped. Between the pinched nerve and his crushed dick, he was dying.
“That’s your QL. It’s definitely angry. You’ve probably been lifting with your back instead of your legs. I’m going to hold sustained pressure for a minute and let the muscle release on its own.”
She used her forearm now, leaning into him with the weight of her whole body, her tits pressing like soft pillows along his bare skin.
He curled his hands around the edge of the table, digging his fingers into the padding, white-knuckled.
She pressed into the ache and held—for a solid thirty seconds he couldn’t breathe—then the pressure gave way and a subtle release occurred.
He exhaled, shocked by how quickly she had located and eased the pain.
“Good.” Her hands slid higher, thumbs working through the tight cords of muscle near his spine. She paused at the base of his neck.
“You’ve got some tension buildup here. I’m going to try some cross-fiber friction to loosen it up. You’ll feel it more sharply, but it’ll help break the cycle.”
Cross-fiber what?
She applied pressure in short, deliberate strokes against the grain of his muscles and he hissed in a breath. The sensation brought a good pain, the kind that made him want to flip over and kiss her senseless.
“Does that feel good?” she whispered, mouth close to his ear.
“Yes,” he rasped, his body a knot of tension, the kind that needed other care to cure.
“Good. Now, breathe with me.”
He matched her rhythm without thinking. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
The room heated. Everything smelled like soothing herbs and Wren.
Her hands kept moving, firm and skilled.
In some ways, she knew his body better than he did.
The realization that she could read him so completely, that her hands could find and heal places he hadn’t even known were broken, left him feeling exposed in ways that had nothing to do with his nudity.
“I’m going to do some pin-and-stretch on the glute medius now.”
Glute what now?
She lowered the sheet and his asshole clenched. If she saw, she made no comment. Her fingers anchored deep into the side of his hip, and his spine tightened. No one had ever held him in such a vulnerable position.
“Try to relax.” She moved over his tight muscles with controlled precision. The sensation burned, but in a tolerable way. The combination of everything she performed started to unravel him from the inside out.
His body slowly loosened as she hit some pressure points that literally knocked the breath out of him, making space where pain had resided for longer than he could remember.
“You should keep a standing appointment, Greyson. For a man who works with his body as much as you do, I should be seeing you in here at least once a week.”
“’Kay.” His body existed in ecstasy, making it difficult to utter more than a simple syllable.
“Are you okay with a little heat?”
“Bring it.” His body already blazed. What did he have to lose?
She used hot stones on his sore muscles and wrapped his legs in warm towels. No one had ever touched his feet, and whatever she did to his toes, pulling and pinching, the sensation reached all the way to his tingling scalp.
“Time to turn over.” Cool air hit his ass as she lifted the sheet and his eyes widened.
“Uh…”
“I’m not looking. Just roll to your back and tell me when you’re ready.”
He quickly rolled over. “Ready.”
The sheet dropped like a blanket of air over him and tented at his groin. He deliberately looked as far away from her as possible, but felt her staring directly at his dick.
“Sorry.”
She pressed a calming hand on his shoulder and rounded the table to stand behind him. “No apologies for stuff like that between us, remember?” She bent and pressed an upside-down kiss to his lips. “And now, I can kiss you.”
Her soft breasts nudged his head as her scent enveloped him. The angle felt awkward, and his fingers itched to knot in her hair and pull her on top of him, but he resisted, keeping his death grip on the table.
“That better not be something you do with your other clients.”
“My other clients don’t get hard when I touch them.”
He doubted that.
As she worked her hands over his shoulders, he stared at her. Then she caught him watching her and smirked with those full lips. He was a dead man.
Closing his eyes only enhanced his other senses. Every touch carried the weight of a thousand caresses. His mind dwelt on her mouth, remembering the way she used it on him last night.
Don’t think about that!
No woman had ever made him feel like such a king. And never before had he been so comfortable communicating his desires.
Christ, his hard-on was never going down.
He focused on the ceiling, which wasn’t remotely helpful because the scent in the room shifted—richer now. Warmer. Something earthy and sharp that he recognized as her arousal, the intimate musk that meant she was getting as turned on as he was.
“Do you mind if I switch to a CBD-infused oil?” she asked in a soft whisper. “It’ll help with inflammation, but more than that, it’s good for nervous system regulation. You’ve been carrying a lot of stress.”
Baby, if you only knew….
“Whatever you think.” He trusted her to know best.
“Look at this as a full-body reset. No more overthinking. Clear your mind.”
Too late. His mind filled with a thousand versions of Wren.
Naked Wren. Wren on her knees, shimmering eyes looking up at him as she devotedly swallowed his cock.
Wren on all fours. Wren laughing. Wren with her hair mussed and her lips swollen from his kisses.
Wren spread eagle, with all her glistening pink folds inviting him in.
His cock pulsed and he grimaced, sure a wet spot had formed on the sheet where pre-come leaked.
As she smoothed the oil across his chest and shoulders with featherlight strokes, he found it difficult yet somehow easier to breathe.
Her hands felt warm and right on him, as if they were built to touch him.
He couldn’t help the disappointment he felt when she switched back to the hot stones—though they did feel incredible.
“Let me know if the heat’s too intense.”
The smooth stones glided across his pecs and up toward his collarbone, leaving delicious heat in their wake. She alternated pressure, sometimes using the stones, sometimes her palms, sometimes just her thumbs tracing the edge of his traps. Every stroke teased his sanity a little looser.
She leaned in to reach the far side of his chest, her breath just barely grazing his neck, and he turned. He couldn’t help himself. He reached for her hair, tugging her close as he captured her mouth.
She didn’t object to the kiss. As a matter of fact, she moaned into his mouth as if she wanted more, but somehow found the will to pull away.
“We’re not done yet.”
He wanted to be done. He wanted to take her home and—
“Deep breath for me,” she said, pressing her palm flat to the center of his chest.
His eyes flew open as she pushed, and something cracked within his ribs. Tension he’d been carrying for God knew how long disappeared, and he exhaled roughly.
“What was that?”
“Just a little trick to release your pecs so your shoulders can move back into alignment. That should also help with the strain on the rhomboids and traps. That kind of tension builds in the thoracic spine until something gives. Releasing the chest wall can help decompress that entire chain.”
“You’re fucking hot when you talk like that.”
She laughed. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”
For him, it was a great thing. However, it did make him want to hunt down all her past male clients and skin them alive.
“I’m going to do a rosemary mint scalp massage next,” she said, moving behind him again. “It’s cooling, invigorating—really good for clearing mental fog. You okay with that?”
She owned him now and he was basically her greased up bitch. “Yup.”
She worked her palms through his hair, massaging his temples, scalp, and the nape of his neck. Her thumbs made slow, lazy circles just behind his ears and down into the hollow where tension pooled at the base of his skull.
He groaned in ecstasy as she introduced him to new kinks he’d never considered before. Who knew pressure points were the g-spots of the spine?
“That good?” she murmured, still working his ears.
“Too good.”
She chuckled, the sound light and nonchalant. Of course, she felt unfazed. She was in her zone. Meanwhile, he was distracted by how close her tits currently were to his face.
He would literally die of ecstasy and blue balls if this didn’t stop soon.
She placed a warm towel over his chest, tucked it around his shoulders, then moved to his side. “There’s one more strain I want to check.”
Cool air ghosted over his abs as she pulled down the sheet. He jackknifed forward. “What are you doing?”
She gently pushed him back to the table. “Just relax.”
“Wren—”
“It’s fine, Greyson.” She moved to the door and flipped the lock.
That soft click changed everything. All professional pretense vanished, replaced by something electric and inevitable. The air thickened with possibility as she turned back to him, her eyes holding a heat that had nothing to do with therapeutic massage.
His alert gaze followed her back to the table where she looked down at his swollen cock, her fingers trailing slowly up his thick thigh until she casually gripped his engorged flesh. “You’re very tense here.”
He should have been riddled with shame, but he wanted her to do whatever she had planned. How had this become his sweet little Wren? She stroked him like a woman with years of experience under her belt, and so help him God, he was about to blow his load and embarrass himself like a teenage boy.
She rounded the table, never taking her hand off of him. Something buzzed, and the table lowered. Lifting a knee to the padded surface, she pulled herself up.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he croaked, voice dry, unsure how far she was willing to go. The wait, though only a few seconds, felt excruciating. He sucked in a sharp breath as she knelt between his legs and held him in both hands.
“Is the pressure okay?”
Christ. He couldn’t talk, let alone think.
“Grey, tell me if you want more pressure. I like when you guide me.”
His dick already pulsed and leaked. The mere whisper of her breath had him ready to explode. “You can go a little harder.”
“Like this?”
“Exactly.” His legs fell open and he moaned as she worked his cock with long, firm strokes. His breath turned heavy at the exquisite pressure. Scented oil coated his flesh and perfumed the air.
“I was thinking about what you said last night.”
He couldn’t even remember his name at the moment. “Remind me…”
“About…finishing in my mouth.”
Christ… “And?”
“I think we should try that.”
“Jesus,” he breathed. Looking at her was a mistake. The way she leaned over him, jerking his cock, he could see right down her shirt.
She blushed, smiled, then lowered her head to take him in her mouth.
He drew in a full breath as the suctioning heat engulfed him. His hands sank into her hair, guiding her, as she stroked her hand beneath her sliding lips.
“Fuck.” Nothing should feel that good.
She moaned, and the sound vibrated through him. He drew his knees up and tightened his fingers in her hair. He’d been hard for hours. No chance in hell existed of him making it through this without coming down her throat.
“Wren,” he groaned, letting the surrealness of her mouth on him settle in. That was all it took. His ass cheeks tightening as his dick started to pulse. “Baby—”
He grunted as she pumped his cock faster, sucking even harder. She finished him without letting up, and his muscles spasmed as he surrendered his control.
The softest sound of distress escaped her throat when that first shot jetted into her mouth. Her shoulders tensed, but then she went down. His head fell back as she sucked him tighter before slowly pulling back.
She smiled proudly, licking her lips. All traces of his release gone. “Is that what you had in mind?”
He threw the towels onto the floor and pulled her into a hard kiss. “You’re fucking amazing.” Despite finishing, he remained hard. He wanted to rip off her clothes and claim her.
She buried her face in his throat and shyly laughed. “So it was good?”
“Beyond.” He kissed her again, this time softer. “Not just the blowjob either. The massage was incredible. My back feels amazing. What can’t you do?”
She laughed again. “I kill orchids.”
“I don’t know what an orchid is, so that means nothing.”
“They’re really pretty flowers, but I can never keep them alive.”
He would buy her a hundred orchids. She could murder every single one. She was still fucking perfect in his eyes.