Cole
True to my word, I kept Jessamine’s phone away from her the rest of the night. We watched movies, talked, and even made out a little before falling asleep for the night. We woke up early and after I guided her through some light yoga, we made our way to the spa. We tested everything possible: hot soaks, mud baths, pedicures, manicures, facials, and now we’re preparing for the massages. I opted for the couples massage so we can be in the room together like we’ve enjoyed everything else.
As we meet in the massage room, both draped in matching, plush robes, I am once again reminded how much I want her. This entire day has been a test of my willpower. Jess is wearing one of those headbands designed to keep her hair out of her face. With her big eyes, it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen since the headband has reindeer ears and antlers. Despite that, the knowledge that she isn’t wearing anything but spa underwear underneath her robe.
We didn’t have sex last night. It wasn’t the time for it, she needed support and a distraction and that was my focus. After an action movie and a comedy, she’d fallen asleep on my chest.
It was such a domestic feeling and I realized how much I welcomed it. That was why I hadn't settled down, no one gave me the feelings she does and nothing felt more right than comforting her.
Today, however, my desire for her is full force but I must get through this massage without alerting my staff. The last thing I need is for them to gossip about me being aroused from a massage. It’d be a hell of a thing to live down and highly inaccurate. My desire is for Jessamine and Jessamine alone.
I drop my robe without breaking eye contact. Her eyes dip down to peruse my near naked body. I’m wearing my trunk cut underwear because my staff will not be seeing my bare ass. The trunks are already shorter than my usual boxer briefs but Jessamine seems to be satisfied with what she sees.
With a smirk, I lie down on the massage table and drop my head in the hole. I cannot watch her disrobe because this entire massage would be canceled. The masseuses enter just as Jessamine gets settled into place.
After a quick spiel, they get to work. I can almost feel the nerves coming from my masseuse, I can imagine how it could be nerve wrecking having to work on the boss. She starts to relax as the massage progresses. I make a mental note to check the male population of the spa staff in case someone prefers a male masseuse.
My mind tries to wander, but I redirect my brain back to something more relaxing like I do during yoga. I don’t want to overthink when I’m supposed to be relaxing. I may have over-corrected my relaxation because I don’t realize that I’ve slept through the massage until Jessamine whispers my name.
I turn my head to see her beautiful face as she smirks at me. “Wake up, sleepy head.”
“Did I snore?”
“Just like sawing logs,” she teases.
I chuckle as I push myself up to a sitting position. I know for a fact I didn’t snore. My new vantage point awards me with a view of her bare breasts. As I inhale, my eyes slide up to lockwith hers. The headband is gone and mischief shines in her eyes as she moves closer.
“I locked the door,” she confesses as her hands run up my thighs.
Goosebumps form on my skin as I consider a trend. Maybe Jessamine likes seducing me.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask as her hands continue to explore. “And the employees?”
“Lunch break,” she informs me just before she pecks me on the lips.
“How convenient,” I tease as her hands massage me through my underwear. My dick is already starting to harden under her touch.
“It’s time for your happy ending.”
Shit. The mention of it makes me fully hard.
She practically purrs when I tease her nipples as her fingers slip into the fly of my underwear. I scoot closer to get more of her touch. Jessamine pulls it out and starts to stroke me. Fuck. It feels good. I moan softly, careful not to be too loud. Jessamine teases the tip of my dick with her thumb and I make a mental note to buy her a yacht.
“Jess,” I sigh, her strokes become bolder and she unexpectedly drops to her knees in front of me. The wet tip of her tongue licks off the precum gathering on my head. “Oh, fuck, baby.”
She looks me in the eyes as she slips me further in her mouth. The heat of her enveloping me. Although we’ve already had sex, this for some reason was not on my Bingo card. Each passing of her mouth and hand pulls me further into her spell, but the hornier I become, the more I want to fuck.
“Come here,” I tell her as I pull her up to stand as I slide off the table.
Grabbing her hand, I pull her out of the massage room into the men’s locker room.
I press her against my locker and kiss her deeply, expressing just how much I want her.
Her hands are in my hair again as my mouth moves to her neck. I run my hands down her sides, feeling her smooth body. She moans when I grab her ass cheeks with both hands. I take a hearty squeeze before pulling back.
“Condom,” I explain.
I open the locker and fish out a condom. My trunks and her robe are discarded in record time. I turn her and push her against the open locker.
