“Like I said,” I told him, curtly, “I want a relaxation massage.”
“Right, okay,” he said, straightening himself, no longer leaning towards me. His body language became all business, and I regretted pulling away.
I undressed in the changing room alone, taking off my thong and bra, looking at myself in the mirror before I lay down under the sheet draped over the massage table. I looked tense, just like I felt. The bath from the night before, and the release I had felt then, was long gone.
Liam rapped on the door before letting himself in. An air diffuser let out the soft smell of peppermint, and a dim lamp lit the room.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, as he tucked the sheet around the edges of my body. I murmured yes, eyeing his shoes as he stood before me. For a moment I thought about the fact that if I leaned up, my mouth would be on his cock. I shut my eyes, trying to block out that thought. The last thing I needed to do was get the table all wet by getting aroused.
“I’ll start by working on your back.” He lowered the sheet to my waist, and my skin prickled with the cool air of being exposed. He added oil to his hands, and began rubbing my shoulders in a circular motion.
Within moments, I let out a deep sigh, knowing how badly I needed self-care.
“That good?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I said breathlessly.
And it was. He continued to work his way down my body, not missing a single area. My thighs trembled as he worked them gently, my mind not able to get off the idea of his hands pressing between them, finding my pussy and massaging that too.
“You okay?” he asked at one point. “You still seem tense.”
“I’m good, I just need to be taken care of.” The words slipped out before I could edit them.
“I can take good care of you,” he said, leaning closer to my ear, making his words and intentions clear.
As he continued the massage, I felt his fingers grab my ass a little harder than a massage would normally require, and soft groans emitted from his mouth. He worked my back, grazing his fingers in a fluid motion, soft as a feather, from my spine to my toes. Every zone of my body was afire and alive. He had woken me up.
The ninety minutes passed quickly, and ended too soon. I wasn’t finished having his hands stroke me.
“You’re all done,” Liam said. “I can leave you to change….” His voice trailed off.
“Actually—” I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and sat up. “I’d like to thank you. That was the best massage of my life.”
“How would you like to thank me?” he asked, his clear eyes meeting mine. He looked hungry with desire, and I glanced down nervously. My nipples were erect through the sheer sheet and I arched my back slightly, letting go of the fabric.
It was a bold move, but I knew he wanted it.
I wanted it, too.
“I’ll thank you however you please.”
I wanted him to take charge. That was what I needed: a man who knew what he wanted. A man who wanted me.
“You need to get on your knees.” His voice was sure and solid and I wanted to obey him.
Silently I got off the table, my entire body naked before him. Before I lowered myself to my knees, his hand slapped my ass—hard. He likes it rough, I thought, smiling. In that moment I couldn’t imagine being unwilling to do anything he asked of me.
Once on my knees, I took a deep breath—so horny, so hot, that it took everything in me to not dip my fingers into the folds of my pussy and let out a bit of relief. Looking up, I met his eyes.
“What now?” I asked innocently.
“Now you give me the thanks you offered.” He undid the buckle on his belt, and the button of his pants, then moved his hands away.
No guy I’d ever been with had been so direct, so certain. Blaine had been the exact opposite. But I needed and craved someone to tell me what to do for a change.
I pulled down his pants and boxer shorts, anxious to see his cock. A man’s cock always turned me on, and I knew his would be large and hard. A guy wouldn’t be so confident about getting sucked off by a stranger if he worried about being small.
This guy was all confidence and muscles and strong arms, and as I tugged his shorts over his hardness, I knew I was right. My eyes grew wide and my pussy was soaking wet as I took in his long shaft. I wanted to press my lips against his skin, against his impressive span. I wanted it in my mouth.