Page 4 of Worth Loving You

A chuckle pushed through my nose. Opting for a basic vanilla that had a warming agent, I flipped the lid and squeezed some on my palms. I rubbed them together to activate the heat and began coating his shoulders, working the liquid into his skin while coaxing the knots out of his muscles.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned. “Okay, you’re good. Ah, fuck.”

Ignoring his tinge of pain, I focused on that area and kneaded the pinch out.

“Mm. Perfect.”

He was a talker. I got one of those once in a while, but for the most part, my clients were quiet with an occasional uncontrollable sound.

His arms were curled around the table at his head, his hands dangling over the edge. Quietly working down his left side all the way to his toes, he hissed and tensed when I hit the pressure points on his sole, his toes curling.

“Wow,” he sighed, the weight of his leg sagging in my hold.

I smirked, gazing at this naked man who was perfect and gorgeous, and putty in my hands. In my mind, I was saying, That’s right. Who’s making you moan like this? A fat chick.

Moving to his right foot, he objected again, but relaxed almost immediately under my expertise. I continued to take advantage and check him out, thinking about my conversation with Jennifer the night before.

I had bald faced lied to her. I thought about intimacy and men quite frequently. It wasn’t that I was too busy to have a love life, I just…had my stepfather’s voice in my ear, putting me down every time I even looked at a man twice.

My palms manipulated the tension in the back of his thigh, my fingers brushing under the towel. I would actually love to date one day. It was difficult when the men I was attracted to, weren’t attracted to me. So that meant I either settle for someone I didn’t truly want or lose weight.

Scoffing, I grew a little aggressive with my movements. As if I hadn’t tried to lose weight. Dieting, starving, pills, exercise, I even tried throwing up for a few months. Nothing. Not an ounce in my weight changed, no matter what I did. I was doomed to be fat forever.

“Goddamn, what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, sorry, sir,” I muttered, releasing him to hurry around the table for more oil.

“Christ, don’t be. That’s what I want. Don’t be like everyone else, too chicken shit to be rough. Do what you got to do to get all the kinks out.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, returning to his right side to work up his back to his shoulder.

I shimmied to the front of the table, raking down his arm. Picking up his hand, I circled my thumbs in his palm, rewarded with another guttural groan. Carefully laying it on the table, I bent forward, pushing my weight into the heels of my palms down his back to his hips, turning and pulling up along his sides.

“Oh god,” he rasped. “That is so good.”

Focusing at the base of his neck, my fingers dragged up and down the sides to just beneath his ears.

“Mm.”

When I bent over him a second time, his fingers twitched, touching my crotch. I froze, sucking in a breath. Had he meant to do that? I counted to ten, and nothing happened, so I brushed it off and finished what I was doing.

Clearing my throat, I went to my wall of cubbies to get the oil. My back to him, I asked him to roll over. The table shook and creaked, and he grunted. Then there was silence. When I turned around, I damn near dropped the bottle. The man had an erection. Not just any erection, one that was so large, the cloth was lifted high in the air, barely covering his hips.

I swallowed the knot in my throat, my stomach quivering as I ogled it. That cloth should be touching the table.

The man chuckled, shifting his arms and shaking his shoulders to get comfortable. Since he’d already seen me, he had discarded the eye mask, and was staring at me smugly, his gray eyes sparkling. “Sorry. Can’t help it.”

“Hm?” I shrieked, snapping my attention to his face.

“You okay?”

“Fine.” The shrill in my voice indicated I was anything but.

“None of your clients ever get a hardon before?”

Forcing a snort, I flipped a hand. “Of course. It’s a natural reaction.”

They were just never like that. Not just sticking straight up like that. Definitely not that long, either.