Chapter 30
30
STELLA
I liked Jasmine. I really did. She was sweet, kind and caring. But sometimes I wondered if she got a kick out of seeing us suffer.
First she sprang the moving into the villa together thing on us. Then she casually dropped the bombshell about the couple’s massage lesson.
I’d forgotten all about that and I wished she had too. I should’ve known she wouldn’t have missed an opportunity to force us together.
‘So, I suppose we should pack our things…’ I tried to avoid looking at Max. I wondered how he felt about this.
Maybe I should worry less about him and should focus more on how I was going to keep my cool. He’d made me wet just applying sun lotion on me for two minutes, so God knows what state I’d be in if he started kneading his palms into my back or skimming the top of my arse with his big manly hands.
Shit.
‘Yeah. If I don’t see you at lunch, I’ll see you at the beach for the… massage .’
Max said the word ‘massage’ like it was a double root canal without anaesthetic. Yep. Just like I thought. He was dreading it too. Probably for different reasons, though.
‘Bye,’ I said, practically racing out the door and back to my room.
I was stood in front of the outdoor massage area, waiting for Max. The teacher was already here and she seemed like a no-nonsense type. That was a good thing because she’d keep the atmosphere frosty. And frosty was exactly what I needed to calm down my libido, which was out of control.
After I’d packed and organised my room, I’d planned to take my new vibrator in the shower. Determined that I wasn’t going to be caught out without batteries again, I’d upgraded to the rechargeable version.
But I’d forgotten to charge it.
So here I was, hornier than a dog in heat, about to get a massage from the hottest man alive.
Help.
As Max strolled towards me, I swallowed hard. The man looked like a god with clothes on, so touching him with just a flimsy towel covering his butt would be a new kind of torture.
‘Hi,’ he smiled, then looked at his watch. ‘I’m not late, am I?’
‘No, no,’ I said, wishing that for once he had been, or better still missed the whole thing altogether. ‘You’re right on time.’
We both stepped inside the outdoor massage suite. It had a square white wooden structure, but instead of windows, it had roll-down blinds and floaty white curtains.
Inside there were two single beds, covered with crisp white sheets and fluffy towels on top .
‘ Hola ,’ the woman said with little emotion. ‘I am Olga – your Relaxation Facilitator.’
Max snorted just as a giggle flew from my lips.
‘Sorry,’ I said immediately. I’d been here a week but still hadn’t got used to their crazy names.
‘Something is funny?’ she said in her strong Spanish accent.
‘No, sorry,’ Max added, his mouth still quivering.
After we’d filled out forms and Olga asked us some questions about our skin and general health, she said it was time to start.
‘You.’ She pointed at Max. ‘Take off your clothes and get on the bed.’
‘Okay,’ Max said as she drew the curtains and rolled down the blinds.
‘Should we wait outside?’ I said.
‘You are together, sí ? This is nothing you have not seen before.’
Technically I had seen it all before, but I’d seen younger naked Max, not all man naked Max. Something told me the two were very different.
His physique was bigger and I couldn’t help wondering whether his dick was too. Presumably it’d stopped growing after puberty, but I’d be happy to check. Purely for market research purposes, of course.
I reminded myself yet again that I was supposed to be keeping my cool, not turning up my horn-o-meter.
‘We should give Max his privacy.’ I turned my back.
‘It’s okay,’ Max replied. ‘I’ll wrap the towel around me to take off my shorts.’
Of course, my dirty mind then decided it would be a good idea to picture Max sliding his shorts down his solid thighs.
‘Ready,’ he called out .
Olga walked to the bed. Max already had his face in the hole at the top and his back facing us.
‘The towel should be lower,’ Olga said. ‘Your girlfriend will move it down, okay?’
‘Um, yeah,’ Max stuttered as my eyes bulged.
‘How low are we talking?’ It was sitting above Max’s waist.
‘Lower, so you can touch all of his back,’ Olga said.
‘Like this?’ I shifted it down a few centimetres, trying to control my shaky hands.
‘Lower,’ she commanded. I moved it down, resisting the urge to lick my lips. ‘Better. Se?or , you do not wear the paper pants?’
‘Paper pants?’ Max asked, his voice muffled. ‘I didn’t see them.’
‘My mistake.’ Olga shook her head. ‘I did not put them on the bed. I am sorry. You want to wear them now?’
‘I’m okay,’ he replied.
OMG. Max was completely naked under this towel. My nipples hardened. I hadn’t even touched him yet and I was already turned on.
‘Let us begin,’ Olga said, snapping me out of my illicit thoughts.
After switching on some relaxing spa music, she took a bottle of oil from the warmer and instructed me to pour it onto my palms then rub them together. ‘Start at the neck and shoulders,’ she advised.
As my hands connected with Max’s skin, desire surged through me. His shoulders were huge and although they were solid, the skin was beautifully soft.
‘Perhaps you should be firmer,’ Olga suggested. ‘Ask what he likes.’
‘How do you like it?’ I asked before realising that sounded sexual. ‘I mean, how’s the pressure? ’
‘It’s…’ Max paused, ‘fine.’
I was hoping for more than just fine , but I’d only just started.
At various intervals, Olga gave me instructions, for example to count to thirty slowly in my head for every section that I massaged, so everywhere received a balanced amount of attention.
The more I relaxed and stopped worrying about whether I was doing it right, the more natural it felt. Running my palms over Max was heavenly.
Once I’d massaged his shoulders, neck and the centre of his back, my hands glided lower. When I got to the area above Max’s arse, he flinched.
‘Sorry,’ I said, worried I’d scratched him.
I continued kneading my thumbs into his hot, soft flesh like Olga had showed me, every touch sending a new wave of need ricocheting through me.
Trying to push the erotic thoughts out of my head at this point was pointless. My knickers were sodden, my nipples were harder than steel and I’d bitten my lip so much I was surprised it wasn’t bleeding.
My head was high with desire. I couldn’t even remember why I wasn’t supposed to like Max any more. And I didn’t care. I just wanted him.
‘That is the end of his massage now,’ Olga announced.
Already?
I glanced at my watch and, sure enough, an hour had passed. We’d probably spent at least ten minutes filling out the forms, talking to Olga and taking photos for our memory book at the beginning so it made sense.
‘ Se?or , please get up.’
‘Um.’ Max lifted his head from the face hole. ‘Maybe it’d be better if I stay here with my face down in this whilst Stella gets ready on the other bed. Just to, er, give her some privacy whilst she changes?’
‘ Se?ora ?’ Olga asked.
‘Makes sense. Do you have the paper knickers?’ I asked her. The ones I was wearing were ruined.
I turned away, removed my vest, wrapped a towel around me and took off my bra and skirt before sliding off my damp knickers and rolling them up into a flannel. I then put on the paper ones Olga had given me.
Next I lay face down on the bed, pushing the towel as low as it could go around my waist. Definitely better that I did it. The less Max touched me, the better.
‘You are ready?’ Olga asked.
‘Yes,’ I confirmed.
‘I… okay,’ Max said. He didn’t sound sure. ‘Should I… get dressed?’
‘You are fine,’ Olga replied.
I heard her give him the same instructions that she gave me and seconds later, I felt his hands on me.
Holy. Shit.
As Max ran his delicious palms over my shoulders, I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my thighs.
There was no way I could make it through an hour of this without coming on this massage table.
How could he make me feel so good just by touching my bloody shoulders? What the hell would happen if he flicked his thumb on my clit?
God, I really, really wanted to find out.
I wanted him to do so much to me.
I wanted him to touch me everywhere.
Max’s hands glided down to the centre of my back and every nerve ending in my body came alive .
A deep moan flew from my mouth. I couldn’t stop it.
‘You okay?’ Max asked.
‘ More than okay,’ I said, my breath ragged.
I was too relaxed, too turned on to hide how I was feeling. My brain was mush, my body was on fire. I was this close to telling Olga that three was a crowd and booting her out of here so I could pull Max on top of me.
As Max’s palms skimmed the top of my arse, I ground my hips into the bed.
I swear to God, if he kept going, I was going to explode.
Just as Max ran his fingertips lower, I heard a voice call Olga’s name from behind the curtain.
‘So sorry to interrupt Max and Stella,’ it was Jasmine, ‘but I have an urgent message for Olga. Olga, there’s an important call for you in the office. I need you to come with me. Will you two be okay to carry on by yourselves for fifteen minutes or so?’
‘Yeah,’ Max replied.
‘Yes,’ I panted.
‘I am very sorry about this.’ Olga sounded flustered. ‘I will be back as soon as possible.’
‘I hope she’s okay,’ Max said, continuing to run his hands all over me.
‘Are we alone?’ I asked.
‘We are,’ Max said. ‘And looks like we’ll be that way for fifteen minutes…’
‘Mmm,’ I groaned. ‘As long as you keep touching me like that, I don’t care if she leaves us alone for hours.’ I wasn’t bothered if he knew I liked him or not. I’d wished for Olga to leave and now that the sex gods had granted my first wish, I wished that Max would want to take advantage of the situation.
‘On the boat, I asked you a question,’ Max said, ‘but you didn’t answer. ’
‘What question?’
‘I asked,’ his fingers skimmed my lower back, sending shockwaves through me again, ‘if you meant what you said when you were drunk. If you really wanted us to go back to your room and fuck.’
Hearing him say that word sent my pulse racing.
‘Yes,’ I panted. ‘I meant it.’
‘And do you still want me to do that?’
‘Yes.’ My heart thundered through my chest.
‘Good,’ Max growled. ‘And would you like me to fuck you right here, right now on this massage table?’
‘Yes.’ I bolted upright, causing Max’s hands to drop. My breasts were exposed but I didn’t care. ‘I want you.’
‘I don’t just want you, Stella. Right now, I fucking need you. Feeling your hands all over me drove me crazy. I nearly came on that damn bed. And touching your body, feeling your skin, hearing you moan…’ His eyes were the colour of charcoal. ‘I… my cock wants you so bad that if I don’t bury myself inside you right now, I feel like I’m gonna die.’
‘I need you too.’
Max stepped forward, leant down, then crushed his mouth onto mine. As our lips moulded together, fireworks erupted within me.
Our mouths moved hungrily against each other’s, like we’d been apart for twenty years rather than twelve.
I’d forgotten how amazing this was. Max was always a great kisser, but now? He was so skilled at snogging he hadn’t just graduated with honours. The man had got his kissing Master’s and a PhD.
‘Oh, God,’ I cried out, running my hands through his scalp, then dragging my nails along his back.
I parted my lips and Max slid his tongue inside. As our tongues flicked against each other it was like no time had passed. There was no awkwardness. It was like kissing Max was the reason my lips were created. I could literally do this all day, all night, all week.
And then I remembered. We only had fifteen minutes. Probably less than ten minutes now.
‘Max,’ I moaned into his mouth. ‘I need you. But we don’t have long.’
‘Shit.’ He dragged himself away. ‘You’re right. You sure you still want this, though? Like you said, I’m gonna need to be quick.’
‘Yes,’ I said breathlessly. ‘I’m so close right now I’m not even sure I’ll last more than a few minutes.’
‘Lucky you. I’m worried about blowing my load in seconds. As much as I want to do this, if you want, we can wait. So I can fuck you properly.’
‘No! You can’t go back on your word. You said you wanted to screw me right here, right now, so that’s what you need to do.’
‘If that’s what you want.’
He rushed over to his shorts, pulled out his wallet then a condom.
Max returned to the bed and stood in front of me.
‘Last chance to back out. Remember, this is risky. Jasmine and Olga could come back at any minute and we’re on the beach in broad daylight. Even though no one can see us because the blinds are down, the way I want to fuck you right now, they’re gonna hear us.’
‘Don’t care.’
Without saying a word, Max dropped his towel.
Oh. My. God.
As I took in the sight of his huge erection, I gasped.
I remembered Max being big, but not that big .
‘You okay?’
‘I will be when you put that inside me.’
Max ripped the packet, then rolled the condom down his long, hard length.
‘Ready?’ He pulled the towel off from around my waist, causing it to drop on the floor, then trailed his fingers along the edge of the paper knickers, before dipping them underneath. ‘Fuck, Stella. You’re so wet.’
‘I told you, I want you.’
‘You asked for it.’ He ripped the knickers off in one swift tug.
Max pulled me to the edge of the bed, lined his cock up at my entrance then plunged inside me.
We both groaned loudly as Max pummelled into me. I held onto his waist, revelling in the sweet sensation of him filling me up. The more he thrusted, the more I wanted.
‘Harder.’ I dug my nails into Max’s back as he gripped my hips tighter.
‘Fuck, Stella,’ he said, rubbing his thumb against my clit. ‘You feel so good.’
‘I-I,’ I stuttered. ‘If you keep touching my clit, I won’t be able to hold on,’ I said, feeling the wave already building inside me.
‘Good,’ Max whispered into my ear. ‘Come for me.’
He circled my clit, still pounding into me and I knew it was game over. I squeezed my toes as the sensations raced through me at lightning speed.
Max dropped his head, taking my nipple into his mouth. As he sucked on it, I felt like a volcano was erupting inside me.
He continued thrusting faster, fucking me so hard the bed began to move. It crashed into a little table which had products on top, sending them plummeting to the ground.
‘Don’t you dare stop!’ I warned. ‘Oh, God.’ I grabbed his arse, pushing him deeper. ‘Oh, God! ’
‘That’s it, Stell. Let go.’
‘Ohhhhh, fuck!’ I screamed, my orgasm ripping through me like a tsunami.
As my body slumped, Max continued thrusting, a feral growl shooting from his mouth.
‘Fuucckkk!’ he groaned as he finished inside me, before falling forward, his chest pressed against mine and his heartbeat racing. ‘Jesus,’ he panted. ‘That was…’
‘I know,’ I said. I didn’t want to say it out loud but that was the best sex I’d ever had.
Our chests heaved against each other, our bodies slick with sweat.
If I had to give Max one of the silly titles this hotel loved so much, it’d have to be something like Sex Supremo , Orgasm Oracle or Pussy Professional .
The man had skills .
Just as I started to relive all the delicious sensations I’d experienced, I heard voices coming towards us.
‘You are hurt?’ Olga’s voice sounded from outside. ‘I heard somebody scream.’
‘We’re back!’ Jasmine called out loudly.
‘Shit!’ We both jumped up. ‘Can you give us a minute?’ I called out.
Just as Max and I reached for our towels, Olga pulled back the curtains then gasped.
‘What is happening?’ she shouted as Jasmine followed behind her.
Max was able to cover himself in time, but my towel was stuck under the table leg, so Olga got an eyeful. Of everything .
When Max saw I was standing there in the buff, he whipped his towel off and held it in front of me, which meant that although I was covered, now his massive dick was on show .
It didn’t take a genius to guess what we’d been up to. But if Olga had any doubts, the fact that Max was wearing a used condom made everything crystal clear.
‘Oh, my !’ Jasmine bit her lip and Olga’s eyes flew from their sockets. ‘Why don’t we, er, give them some time to sort themselves out…’ Jasmine quickly ushered Olga outside.
Fuck.
I slumped on the bed with my head in my hands and groaned.
First I showed my boobs to the entire hotel. Now I almost got caught screwing on a massage table and managed to flash my tits and fanny to my bloody Love Alchemist and Relaxation Facilitator.
Ground. Swallow. Me. Up.