Page 57 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
“I can work with that.” I try to relax even though I’m guessing he’s checking out my ass right now. Especially since I know my bottoms are riding up a bit.
“Uh, do you mind getting oil on your clothes?”
Did I mention I sometimes enjoy a good thrill? Like that time I went skydiving, this feels just as exhilarating.
I reach behind my back with my strong arm, pull off my tank and toss it to the ground, and then resume my prone position on the bed.
“Fuck, you’re sexy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I really wanna bite your ass right now. Or maybe smack it. Hard.”
That pulse between my legs turns into a full salsa beat.
But I don’t let my enthusiasm for his suggestion seep into my voice. “Work first. Play later.” I take a deep breath. “Rub me down, Ben.”
He’s quiet a second, and then I hear the snap of the bottle. “Can you move your hair?” His voice just got an octave deeper.
I shiver and do what he says, setting my mass of tresses to the side.
“Can I...” He clears his throat. “Do you mind if I sit on you?”
“Go for it.”
“I promise I won’t squish you.”
He can flatten me like a board. I’m game.
I close my eyes as he parks himself on my ass. Oh, God. I shouldn’t be this turned on. He’s sitting on me, and I’m pulsing like a disco ball.
He drizzles the cool oil across my bare shoulders. First, he rubs it in in slow strokes, methodically slicking it up to my shoulder blades and down to my waist. Then his big, calloused hands gently press into me and knead my muscles.
Sweet sassy molassey, that feels good.I lower my face into the bed and stretch my arms above my face. I don’t care that I can’t breathe.
He works me over for several long minutes, turning me into a limp noodle.
Leaning forward, he takes both of my wrists in his hands and slowly drags his hands down until he reaches my shoulders again.
His hot breath brushes against my ear. “You ticklish?” he asks as his fingers stroke under my arms and then to the sides of my breasts.
I swallow back a moan and shake my head. “Not ticklish.” I pause when his fingers brush against my ribs, and I let out a giggle. “Okay, not thatticklish.”
“Mmm. Found the sweet spot, huh?”
And then the jerk digs in a little, and I squeal and try to buck him off. He flattens his giant body on mine, not enough to suffocate me. Just enough to keep me immobile.
“I guess I’m at your mercy. Do we need a safe word?”
He chuckles. “Do you want one?”
“Not unless you’re planning to tie me up.” I don’t know where that idea comes from because I’ve never done it before.
He nuzzles against my neck as his enormous erection juts against my ass, and I arch up.
“Wasn’t planning to tie you up. But I won’t say I’m not intrigued.”
“Never been tied up before,” I gasp as he sets a particularly yummy rhythm against my rear. “Have you ever done that?” I swallow. “Used rope?”
Please say no. All of a sudden, envisioning him with other women feels like torture.
“Can’t say that I have.”
