17. Leo
Chapter seventeen
Leo
I’d never been to a spa before. But I was pretty damn sure this wasn’t how they normally went.
I followed Cherise through the fancy glass doors like a duckling in a robe two sizes too small. My sandals slapped with every step, echoing across the sleek, cucumber-scented floor. I hated everything already.
“This is gonna be amazing,” she said, practically glowing as she checked us in. “We each get our own private room. Hot stones. Aromatherapy. Maybe they’ll even play Enya.”
I paused. “Who?”
She waved me off like I was uncultured. “Shhh. Let me have this.”
The front desk attendant smiled brightly. Too brightly. The kind of smile you see before someone hits you with a surprise up charge. “Right this way, couple! You’re all together in the Lotus Room for the Partner Massage Workshop!”
“Workshop?” Cherise echoed, turning so fast her robe flared. “I didn’t book a workshop.”
The woman’s brows pinched. “Oh, it was changed this morning. Grace called in to upgrade your reservation. She said you’d love it.”
My stomach dropped.
From behind us, Grace poked her head out from the curtain. “Surprise! I thought it’d be cute! We’ll learn to massage each other. Bond. Laugh. Be vulnerable.”
Cherise’s smile was frozen. “Grace.”
“Don’t be mad,” Grace said sweetly. “It’s gonna be fun.”
I leaned down to Cherise and whispered, “Define fun. Because I think I’m gonna black out.”
She didn’t answer. Just grabbed my hand and marched us into the room.
***
The Lotus room was… Open. Too open. Eight massage tables were spaced out around the candlelit room like sacrificial altars, with little baskets of oils and hand towels placed at each one. There was soft spa music playing, and a woman in all white stood at the front clapping her hands.
“Aloha and welcome!” she chirped. “Today, you will be learning how to massage each other. Singles, don’t stress; we have wonderful massage therapists who will be massaging you as well. Get ready to connect through touch, trust, and teamwork.”
I stared at the massage table in front of me. Then glanced over to the oils labeled “Sensual Awakening” and “Grounding Touch.” I can’t believe I have to try to keep my cool while Cherise and I caress each other with essential oils. In front of all these people!
Bury me six feet under.
Cherise didn’t look nearly as horrified. She tossed her robe on the hook, pretending we weren’t in a group bonding orgy. Her red bikini top and thong-like bathing suit bottoms didn’t leave much to the imagination, which was exactly the problem.
I was already at half mast, and the massage hadn’t even started yet.
The instructor clapped again. “Let’s begin. Ladies, go ahead and lie down. Gentlemen, you’ll be massaging first.”
Tessa was already giggling as she hopped onto her table.
Miles looked as if he was giving himself a mental pep talk.
Grace winked at Logan before faceplanting onto her table, and Logan cracked his knuckles like he was about to knead dough.
Savannah made a show of adjusting her straps for Greg, who was clearly loving the attention.
Meanwhile, I stood frozen, trying to figure out if I could fake an ankle injury and limp out of here.
“Leo,” Cherise said, eyeing me, already knowing that I was panicking. “You’re not gonna pass out, are you?”
“I–no.” Yes.
She patted the table. “My shoulders aren’t going to massage themselves.”
I swallowed, grabbed the bottle labeled “Relaxation Elixir,” pumped way too much into my hands, and started rubbing it between my palms. Deep breaths. No eye contact. No looking at her ass. No—
I looked.
Jesus Christ, she was stunning.
Focus, Leo. Pressure points between the shoulder blades. You got this. Or at least that is what I think the instructor was telling us. I couldn’t hear her instructions over the ringing in my ears.
I ran my hands along her shoulders, trying to ignore how soft her skin was. My thumbs moved in slow circles down the center of her back, just like the instructor was demonstrating. I kneaded up along her shoulder blades, breathing through the chaos in my brain.
Okay. This wasn’t so bad. I could do this. It’s just a massage. I don’t see why I got all worked up for.
But then Cherise let out a moan.
Not the polite spa-type hum of relaxation. No. This one was soft, breathy, and very sinful.
That did it.
My dick sprang to life like it just received the damn Bat Signal.
I tried to think of plumbing invoices. The job I had to do when a dirty feminine pad clogged the drain. Anything that could get my mind off jumping on top of Cherise. But it was no use. I was rock hard and trapped under my paper-thin swim trunks.
It might have stayed a private crisis—mortifying but contained—if Savannah hadn’t turned her smug little head, clocked the situation with sniper-level focus, and said with a smirk, “Well, well… someone’s really enjoying this massage.”
A pause as everyone turned to look at me. Then laughter exploded across the room.
Logan choked on air. Eric let out a low whistle, and Miles was trying to look anywhere but in my direction. Grace muttered, “Jesus Christ.” Chelsea actually clapped.
Coughs. Snort. A full-on giggle fit came from Layla and Milo’s direction.
I panicked.
Abort. Abort mission.
I grabbed my robe and bolted for the locker room before anyone got a clearer view of my enthusiasm.
***
I leaned against the cool tile wall, still hard as a damn pipe and trying not to think about Cherise’s ass. Her voice. That moan. Jesus. I was in hell. An aroused, lavender-scented hell.
Footsteps padded in, and I didn’t even have to look up to know it was her.
“Leo?” she called gently.
I turned my head, embarrassed, trying to cover my massive boner with my hands. “Look, I swear I’m not trying to be a total perv or anything.” I scrubbed a hand down my face. “You just…do something to me, Cherise. I can’t control it, no matter how hard I try.”
She didn’t laugh. Didn’t flinch. She just stepped closer, crossing the threshold between I’m checking on you and whatever this was.
She whispered, “I’m not offended… I’m flattered.”
I swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay. Cool. Good.” I gestured helplessly at my situation. “I may need a few minutes. Just let me fix this, and then I’ll meet you out there to face the full ridicule.”
But she didn’t move.
Instead, she tilted her head and said, “Or…”
I raised a brow. “Or?”
“Or I could stay in here and help you with this…” she glanced down, then back up with a smirk, “…not so little situation, and then we can face the crowd together.”
“Cherise,” I croaked. “Remember the face-pummeling thing? Yeah, we can’t keep this up. I thought we agreed—”
She held up a hand, silencing me with a firm shhh.
“Look. Why are we torturing ourselves? We both know we’re going to be sexually miserable this entire trip if we try to resist whatever this is. So how about we just… do whatever we want while we’re here. No rules. No guilt. No awkward labels.”
She took another step, now standing right in front of me, eyes fierce. “We go home, and it never happened. No one has to know.”
I stared, dumbfounded.
She looked me up and down. “Now… do you want me, Leo… or not?”
My voice came out hoarse. “More than my next breath.”
“Then drop those trunks.”
And I did.
She pulled the scrunchie from her wrist, twisted her curls up into a messy bun, and dropped to her knees.
What happened next?
Let’s just say every muscle in my damn body went numb except the one that mattered.
Eyes locked on mine. She was all tongue, lips, and devastating confidence.
She took her time at first, slow, teasing strokes.
Then she took me deeper into her mouth with a hunger that had my knees shaking.
One hand cupped my balls. The other stroked her way up my abs, anchoring herself as she devoured me.
I bit down on my fist, desperate not to shout her name like some love-struck idiot.
My dick was so hard it hurt. Glistening from her mouth. Slipping from her lips with a pop before she dove back in. Curly bun threatening to come undone, as she found her rhythm. I matched her pace with trembling hands on the back of her head.
I tried to stay quiet. I swear I did. But then she moaned.
And I howled. Like a damn animal.
It was primal. Embarrassing. Probably mimicked the intro to The Lion King.
“Jesus—I—hnnghhaaa—oh my fucking—” My eyes rolled back. My grip on the bench turned lethal. I was seconds from combusting and she had the nerve to pick up her rhythm, pulling me down even deeper as if I wasn’t already hanging on by a thread.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
It hit me, and it hit me hard.
I pulled out instinctively, gasping, heart racing, cum spilling across the tile floor.
Only for Cherise to grab my hips, shove me back into her mouth as if she was offended I tried to escape, and took every single drop of me…. Then she swallowed.
She fucking swallowed!
I swear my soul just moonwalked out of the damn spa.
Right when I thought I couldn’t be more undone—
She pulled off with a pop and coughed from laughing so hard.
“What the hell was that noise, Leo?!” She wheezed, doubled over, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Still panting, I blinked fast. “I don’t even know… I think I blacked out halfway through. Are you… do you have like a black belt in dick suckentry? Is that a thing? Should I bow to you or—?”
She just shook her head, grinning as she stood and smoothed her swimsuit back into place. “You’re so damn slow. Are you surprised that I give good head?”
“No,” I muttered, still stunned. “I just didn’t realize that I was gonna need physical therapy after.”
She burst out laughing as she turned and sauntered toward the locker room door as if nothing happened.
I stood there, dazed, still holding onto the bench.
I inhaled, exhaled, then whispered to myself:
“Never have I ever… gotten the best blowjob of my entire life in a public spa locker room.”
Yeah… I put a damn finger down.