28. Nyah #2
Instantly, all my problems felt halved. The warm water consumed me, and I sank beneath the surface, relishing the feeling of being weightless for the first time since I’d gotten pregnant.
When I broke the surface, he was kneeling at the edge of the pool, watching me with a quiet pleasure on his handsome face. “You’re enjoying that.”
“So much. This was exactly what I needed. Thank you.”
“Pleasure is all mine.”
It was clear he meant it. That seeing me happy made him happy. And I suddenly felt like such an asshole for the low mood I’d been in ever since Dax had left.
Lynx hadn’t. He was still here. And I needed him to know how much I loved him for that.
I floated around in the pool with my eyes closed until the water got too cold to lie there a second longer.
He helped me out and then refused to let me dry myself.
He knelt in front of me and wiped off every water droplet with a thick, fluffy towel he had to have bought specifically for this experience because it was nothing like the almost threadbare towels the clubhouse stocked.
I scratched my nails gently across his scalp as he got me dry. He groaned at the way I tugged on his hair, and he gazed up at me.
“You’re not going to make it to the second half of your present if you keep doing that.”
I grinned at him. “Maybe that’s my plan. Maybe getting you to put your mouth all the places you just got me dry was the plan all along. That seems like a pretty good present for both of us, if you ask me.”
He shook his head. “Not yet. I will, I promise. But I want you to take that nap on the massage table first.”
I had to admit, that also sounded good.
He covered the plastic-topped table with more fluffy towels, and then I clambered on, really feeling how heavy my belly was after having the weight off while I’d been in the bath.
The feeling of lying down on my stomach for the first time in months was nothing but pure bliss. I groaned and twisted my head to one side, my eyes instantly closing as the relaxation caught up to me.
Warm oil dripped across my back, and I moaned again. “Oh my God. That feels amazing.”
So did his hands on my skin. I hadn’t realized how dry the cooling weather had made it, or maybe it was a pregnancy thing, I wasn’t sure, but my skin suddenly felt like it had been left out in the Sahara for a week, and this oil was the first sip of water it’d been given.
The oil soothed every tight cell, and Lynx’s fingers chased it around my back, over my ass, and down my legs until I was so relaxed I was drooling on the pillow.
I didn’t care. If it had been anyone but him, I would have been mortified and immediately rearranged my head and mouth and paid more attention so that didn’t happen.
But with Lynx, I let go.
The man could handle me.
He could handle a little relaxation drool.
I was sure I was asleep within minutes. I was too relaxed not to be, but when I came to, it was gentle, a barely conscious noticing of my awareness once more.
And Lynx hadn’t stopped. He’d added an electric blanket over the parts of me he wasn’t actively working on, keeping me warm, but his fingers still diligently worked over each of my muscles and joints, and my entire body felt more cared for and loved than I think I’d ever felt in my life.
I lifted my head sleepily. “Hey.”
He glanced up from working on my lower back. “Hey, beautiful. Enjoy your nap?”
“How long was I out?”
“Almost two hours.”
I blinked. “Two hours? And you’re still doing this?”
He winked at me. “Touching you isn’t exactly a hardship, Nyah. I’d touch you all day and all night if you let me.”
“If you keep touching me like that, I might.” I stretched deliciously, feeling the difference him kneading out the kinks and knots had made. “You might have missed your calling, you know. Who taught you how to massage like that?”
“YouTube.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
He nodded. “I wanted to learn how to do it well for you. So I watched a bunch of videos.”
“You are seriously one of the nicest people I know.”
He squinted at me. “Would you think the same if I told you that while I was massaging you, I had a hard-on and some really impure thoughts?”
I snorted. “I would still think you’re a nice guy. Male, obviously, but still nice.”
He gave an overexaggerated sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God for that. I’d hate for you to think I was only doing it for the peek of your pussy between your thighs every time I got close to them.”
I widened my legs. “Very unprofessional.”
His gaze strayed to the space between them. “Very,” he agreed. “Probably unprofessional if I slid my hands along there too. I guess.”
“Maybe. But I was led to believe this service was a full-body massage. And there’s definitely parts of my body you haven’t touched yet.”
“I’d hate to have a disappointed customer,” he muttered, his breath hitching as he slid his oiled-up fingers over the globes of my ass and inner thighs.
I widened them farther, and he gave me exactly what I wanted.
He oiled up the only place on my body he hadn’t yet covered.
His flattened palm ran over my clit, then my lower lips, then that spot between my openings and finally over my ass.
And then he did it again and again, massaging all my most intimate areas with long, slow strokes that sent blood and sensation flooding to the area, making it warm and tingly and oh-so pleasant.
I fought the urge to push back against him or to reach for his belt buckle so I could do a little massaging of my own. I wanted to play the game. The role. Make it last as long as possible.
But if he kept touching me like that, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
He massaged my clit until I was panting, and then his fingers found my entrance, two of them pushing inside me with ease, both of them slick with the oil I hadn’t even bothered asking if it was safe to use in intimate ways, because I knew he would have already checked it was.
Another finger played with my rear opening, and I couldn’t stifle the moan at having him stimulate both areas at once.
I wrapped my fingers tightly around the handles beneath the table, and gasped at the intrusion of taking one of his thick, oiled-up fingers into my ass.
Feeling exploded everywhere inside me, and I found myself instinctively digging my knees into the table, so I had some leverage to push back on him, actively participating in drawing my body closer and closer to the orgasm it craved.
As lovely as it was to lie fully flat on the table, I twisted my head to watch him work.
There was nothing but pure pleasure and satisfaction on his face. He didn’t seem to mind at all that he’d been doing this for hours and it had to be hurting his hands. He didn’t for a second make me think there was somewhere else he wanted to be.
Lynx was the king of being present in the moment. To being with you in the room and not in a hurry to do anything other than just be.
I suspected that was courtesy of doing a stint in prison, where there was nothing to do for hours on end, but I didn’t want to bring up bad memories, so I didn’t question him.
I just drank in his calm, unbothered presence and tried to live in the moment with him. In the moment where Dax wasn’t missing or hadn’t walked away. In this moment, it was just me and Lynx and the orgasm he was building inside me that couldn’t wait to be set free.
Every stroke of his fingers brought me closer and closer. My body coiled into a giant ball of need, and I rocked back, his fingers working their magic inside me.
The orgasm was as blissful as his touch. It had me moaning his name, and he fucked me with his fingers, faster and faster, opening me up, creating tension inside me once more only for it to spill out, leaving me more boneless and sated than a regular massage could have done alone.
I took deep, shuddering breaths, trying to come down from the high, but I couldn’t resist touching him a second longer. I reached for his fly, undoing his pants and dragging them down his muscled thighs with a sharp tug on the waistband.
He pulled his cock free of his underwear and fed it to my eagerly waiting mouth.
I hummed with pleasure around him, and he choked out a strangled, “Fuck, Nyah. That feels so good.”
It did for me too. My body had never felt so weightless, and it was the most natural thing in the world to want him to feel like that too.
I sucked him deep, taking as much as I could of him into my throat and working his base with my hand. My eyes settled at half-mast; my entire body so relaxed it felt impossible to open them all the way.
Lynx thrust his hips, his dick gleaming every time he withdrew, only to push back in so I could suck and lick and hum around him some more.
His oily fingers threaded through my hair, pulling on it, making my scalp sing with the slight pressure, and I said nothing, because I couldn’t stop now.
The door opened, and I was aware of Lynx freezing and looking over, but I wasn’t stopping for anyone or anything. If the entire clubhouse was burning down, or the Guerras had opened fire on us, it wouldn’t have mattered. All that did was him and me.
Luca’s groan came from the doorway as he dropped something on the floor and shut the door behind him. “Fucking hell. What did I miss?”
“Everything,” Lynx groaned. “But we can give you the replay. Come here.”
Luca didn’t need telling twice. He walked to Lynx’s side, giving him a bird’s-eye view of me taking his cock deep in my mouth. Lynx undid Luca’s suit pants and let them fall off his narrow hips.
He was already hard, and Lynx wasted no time shoving down his black boxer briefs and taking out his cock. He pumped him in the same rhythm I sucked Lynx, and Luca’s hands found their way onto my body, an added sensation to the already overwhelming feelings Lynx produced inside me.
“Fuck, Nyah,” Luca whispered. “I need to be inside you, but that table is going to go crashing to the floor if I try getting on it with you.”