Although he was right, I’m barely aware they’re in the room. We’re ten minutes into a ninety-minute massage, and I’m afraid I may die before we get to the end.
Next to me, Damon lets out an obscene groan, and my eyes pop open.
He’s on his stomach with Rafael standing on the opposite side from where I’m lying. His hands are sliding easily across D’s back, which is glistening in the low light thanks to all the oil.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Damon practically purrs.
“Damon, I swear to God, from now on,I’dbetter be the only reason that phrase ever leaves your mouth.”
“But, Li, it dooooeeeesssss.” He draws out the last word as Rafael’s hands make their way to his lower back. My skin heats.
I’ve never been jealous before.
This is entirely new.
Well, that’s not true. I’ve never been jealous over a girl before, but I still get a little butthurt when I think about the time Damon chose Jack to be his seat partner on the bus to the aquarium in the sixth grade. Jack was new to our school and didn’t know anyone. I suggested we ask Taylor to sit with him, but Tay was too busy flirting with a different boy.
Damon is usually quiet and introverted anyway, so I was shocked when he volunteered to welcome the boy in like that.Turns out, Damon had heard some of the other kids making fun of him because his clothes were dirty, and I guess his bus stop was at the trailer park.
Damon has always been a protector.
“How’s the pressure?” Eloise asks as she drives her elbow into my shoulder blade.
“Per-fect,” I grit out, clearly uncomfortable.
“I gotta hand it to him; he lasted longer than most,” Rafael says. I’m in too much pain to decipher who he’s talking to.
“Just having a little fun,” Eloise says. “You big guys are my favorite. You want me to adjust that number, hon?”
“Five,” Damon says with a sated tone to his voice. “Trust me, Li. You want a five.”
“Five it is,” Eloise confirms, and immediately, my body relaxes. I’ve been tense since the second her fingers touched my skin.
I hear her pump the bottle, and a second later, warm, slick hands coast across my skin much more gently this time.
That’s better.
I’m melting into the table as she finds a knot in my back and begins working it out.
“Oh shit, D. You were right. Five is where it’s at.”
Everyone in the room chuckles as rain sounds play softly. After asking for the blanket warmers to be turned off, I really start relaxing.
When she gets to my hamstrings, I’m afraid I’m going to drip off this table. She moves my legs as if I were a rag doll and not the owner of the tree trunks I walk around on. Pulling my leg out to the side, she tucks the sheet under the inside of my thigh. She’s close to my groin, but clearly knows what she’s doing, and I’m not worried about anything making an appearance that shouldn’t.
If this had been a week ago, I’d be shamelessly hitting on her, moving slightly to let her know I’m not going to complain no matter what she grazes, but now, I appreciate her awareness, and I have far more respect for her personal boundaries than I would have at one time.
As she makes her way across my body, my skin is heated from her touch, not sexually, just in general, and I’m more relaxed than I’ve ever been. My muscles feel heavy and loose.
I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been in here, and I open my eyes to check on Damon. He’s on his back now, and Rafael is working his way down Damon’s arms.
D’s chest and stomach are exposed like this, and fuck, do I love the sight of it. His facial features are relaxed, but there’s still a small crease in his forehead that makes me wonder what he’s thinking about. It’s clear his mind is not as relaxed as his body.
By the time the massages are finished, I’m covered in oil, deeply relaxed, and horny as hell after sneaking glances at my boyfriend getting rubbed down. Eventually, I had to force my eyes closed before I sprang a boner and made Eloise uncomfortable.
At the end of the session, Eloise and Rafael excuse themselves so D and I can get dressed, and I want to pounce as I watch his glistening body move. Even the act of slipping his arms in the holes of his shirtsleeves is turning me on. The ends of his hair are standing in all directions after his scalp massage, and he looks thoroughly fucked.
Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with a desire to gotherewith him.
