CHAPTER 21 Archer Bradley
Spa Day
After we eat, I wheel her down to the spa.
She twists in the wheelchair as her eyes make contact with mine. I don’t say a word as I approach the counter. “I have a reservation for four o’clock,” I say.
“Ms. Monroe, right this way,” the woman at the desk says, and I help wheel her back to the room where she’ll get her massage.
“A massage?” she asks once the door is closed and we’re in here alone.
“I’ll just help you onto the table, and then you’re on your own. Until you’re done, anyway.”
“Aren’t you getting one?”
“Yes, but mine is a little shorter than yours, so I can help you at the end, too,” I say.
Her eyes soften. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“I’m a nice guy. I just don’t let most people know that. You hurt your ankle, and I figured you need to try out the spa as part of your deal here anyway, so here you go. I’m being accommodating.”
“You’re being weird, but I like it.”
I chuckle, and then I help her undress and climb onto the table.
I’m tempted to do more than help her, but then I’d have a boner while I’m getting my own massage, so I keep those thoughts at bay.
“See you soon,” I say.
“Mm-hm…” she mumbles, and I let myself out of the room and into the room beside hers.
An hour later, my massage is over. I’m used to getting these at the clubhouse a few times a week, but there’s something different about getting a full body massage at a spa over one by an athletic trainer focusing on key muscle groups.
I’m relaxed, a term I would pretty much never use to describe myself.
I haven’t been relaxed in years. A decade, maybe more.
I quietly open the door to Millie’s room, and I nod at the massage therapist in there.
I made an arrangement ahead of time that I’d come in at the end and finish the job the therapist started, and now is the proper time to think about what parts of Millie’s body are hiding beneath the sheet that’s barely covering her.
She’s so relaxed that I’m pretty sure she’s nearly asleep.
I start by pouring some of the warm massage oil slowly over her back.
I rub it into her skin, starting with her shoulders and moving my way down her spine, and as tempted as I am to shove my finger in her ass, I don’t.
Instead, I pull the sheet to the side and massage one side of her ass. Jesus, her ass is perfect.
I pull the sheet off her completely, letting it fall to the floor. She shifts a little, startled that her massage therapist is suddenly massaging her ass with no sheet covering her, and I bend down so my voice is close to her ear.
“It’s just you and me in here, Monroe,” I rasp.
I hear her sharp intake of breath, and I use the surprised moment to cup her sweet ass before I lower my hand to slip it between her legs.
She widens her legs just enough to give me access, the green light I was looking for, and I plunge one of my fingers into her cunt.
Her walls immediately grip greedily onto my finger, and I slide it in and out as her hips sway with the movement.
Fuck, it’s hot, seeing her vulnerable as she lies naked on the table, relaxed and letting me in. The control I have over her as I work her pussy induces a powerful feeling inside me, something I’m not sure I’ve felt before.
She reaches out, and her hand collides with my leg. She moves it around until she finds my cock, and she starts rubbing me over my shorts.
“Hands off,” I warn, but she doesn’t stop.
I pull my finger out of her to her grunt of protest. She lifts her head, and my voice is direct and loud in the quiet room as I issue a demand. “Face down.”
I grab the sheet from where it lies on the floor.
“Put your arms up over the top of the table,” I demand, and she shivers a little as she follows the command. I think she likes when I take control, and truth be told, I like it, too.
Maybe a little too much.
I feel the moisture in my briefs as a bit of precum leaks out of me.
“Can I tie you up?” I ask.
She nods into the table, and I use the sheet to secure her arms. I get back to what I was doing, slipping my finger back inside of her.
I lean down and press a kiss to one side of her ass, and she moans as her hips lift off the table.
I could fuck her from this position. Why the fuck do I never have any goddamn condoms on me when the impulse hits us?
I add a second finger and push them into her pussy, and when I curl them up, her legs seem to quiver. “I need to fuck you,” I growl.
“Shit!” she moans. “Yes. Please!”
I pull my fingers out of her again, this time to yank my shorts and boxer briefs off. I stroke the head of my cock a few times, releasing more precum and hoping I can hold off long enough to get inside her.
I shift her so her face is still in the hole but her hips are in the air, and I’m staring at her ass. I lean forward and lick a line through her pussy, and her hips jerk with a soft gasp.
I slide my finger into her pussy and take her clit between my lips. I suck and run my tongue back and forth over it and pull it as I pump my finger in and out of her, and her hips sway as soft moans escape her.
I pull my finger out of her and move it up, and then I slip a finger into her ass.
“Ohhh,” she moans. “Oh God…”
I pump my finger in and out of her ass as I suck on her clit, and she starts to buck her hips in earnest, like she needs me to move faster, like she wants to ride my finger while it’s in her ass. Her grunts and moans are deep and long, as if she’s loving every second of what I’m doing to her.
“Fuck, Millie. I can’t—I need to be inside you,” I grunt.
“Please,” she begs. “Give it to me. I can’t wait another second for your cock.”
I remove my finger from her ass, and I climb onto the table. It creaks a bit as I wonder whether it can hold our combined weight. I run my hand over her ass again as I settle into position. There’s not much room up here, but I’ll make it work.
I line my cock up with her cunt and slide in, and since her ass is up in the air for me, I slide my finger back into her ass.
“Oh my God! Yes, Archer! Yes!” Her words, her sounds, her whole fucking body are pushing me too close to climax too fast.
“You love the way I’m claiming every part of you,” I grunt.
“I love it!” she cries.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass,” I say as I add another finger.
“God, yes. You will,” she gasps.
“Tell me how good it feels,” I demand.
“Fuck, it feels so good! Oh God! I’m gonna come!”
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
She cries out my name again as she listens to my command, and as her pussy squeezes me, I know I need to pull out. Seeing her fall apart like this is too goddamn hot. I can’t take it, but I’m not ready to be done quite yet.
Fuck.
I have to.
She’s still in a frenzy, her body contracting everywhere as she rides out her orgasm, and I pull out, fisting myself as I shoot my cum all over her ass, my other finger still working her ass until we’re both spent.
I drop my finger out of her, and as much as I want to collapse on top of her, I’d rather take her up to my room where we can lie in bed together and sleep off the workout we just gave each other.
I climb off the table, and I immediately untie her. I use the sheet to clean my cum off her ass, and then I help her sit up. I help her get dressed, too, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder before I pull her shirt on over her, surprised at the intimacy I feel with her right now.
I help her into the wheelchair.
“Best massage ever,” she says to me with a grin before I open the door.
I can’t help my own grin back.
Jesus, I’ll never look at a massage table the same way ever again.