The Masseuse (12 page)

I
woke just before eight o’clock, roused by a creaking near the front door. The space beside me in bed where Alec had finally collapsed after having his way with me twice more was cool, the pillow still indented in the shape of his head. We’d only slept a couple hours, but I felt invigorated, pleasantly sore, and happy. Too happy.

I opened my eyes, my high plummeting with a sudden sinking dread that I’d made it all up. Every touch, every whisper.

Every mind-blowing orgasm.

Too happy was always a red flag for me. If you climbed too high, you crashed too hard.

I spotted Alec across the room, watching as he carefully positioned the small wire table where I usually left my keys and purse—I vaguely remembered the sound of it tipping over when he’d taken me to the floor last night. He was facing away, wearing only his jeans, and his shoulders, bronze and sculpted, flexed with each movement. His waist narrowed into pants that gave only hints of his perfect ass, which was unfortunate. I would have preferred he stayed as naked as I was.

My stupid grin chased away my wariness. He had a body that could have made the cover of a men’s magazine.

As I watched him, a warmth spread from the center of my chest all the way out to my fingertips and toes. Something had happened between us last night, something deep. I didn’t know what to think about that, or how it would be between us now in the aftermath.

Because I wasn’t ready to deal with any potential awkwardness, I held still, tracking him with my eyes. He picked up a few pieces of our clothing off the floor and placed them over the back of the love seat. His shirt was in the mix, and he pulled it over his head, giving me another impressive view of his back. Then he turned toward the bed, as if he knew I was watching.

My eyelids snapped shut. I tried to look relaxed, which was nearly impossible since I was only halfway covered by the comforter. My naked breasts grew tight and heavy under his gaze. It took everything I had not to close my legs or cover my body with the sheet. Now that the light outside was streaming through the windows, I was painfully aware of my every exposed flaw.

He didn’t move for a long while. My skin was heating, and that insatiable need I felt whenever I was close to him was growing once again between my thighs.

When I couldn’t stand it any more, I opened my eyes.

Get over here,
I nearly said, the smile on my face stretching my sore lips.

But he was facing the other way. And, as I stared silently after him, he grabbed his keys and closed the door softly behind him.

I rose to my elbows, half expecting him to walk back in—laughing, because of course he knew I was awake—and then come back to bed to fuck me mindless.

I waited ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty.

I sat up and pulled the comforter over my shoulders. It felt better to be covered up, even if I was alone.

One minute.

Two.

Five.

He wasn’t coming back.

He hadn’t even said good-bye.

I rose from the bed. We’d talked about spending the day together, but apparently that was off. Maybe he’d never meant it in the first place.

Whatever hope remained drove me to briefly look for a note—
Thanks for last night
, or
Get back in bed
, or
I’ll call you later
—but nothing. Still, I hadn’t given him credit before, and he’d found me at that restaurant with Randall. Maybe he was just running home to change clothes or check in at work. I didn’t know why I was so quick to doubt him, but it was hard not to when he just disappeared like that.

I locked the door and picked up some of my clothes. My phone was sitting on the table Alec had picked up off the floor. At first it looked like no one had called, but when I opened my inbox, I saw that Amy had left four texts in response to my message that Alec was busy with another woman, and I was going out with Randall. I knew I hadn’t turned off the new message alert, and my stomach sank when I considered that Alec may have seen her responses before me.

WTF is wrong with that guy?

Forget him. You deserve better. Have fun with Dr. Randall.

Do more than have fun. Fuck his brains out. Tie him up to the bedframe and spank him until he sings 90s boy band music.

Call me when you kick Dr. R out of bed.

I didn’t think Alec would have searched through my phone, but he had picked it up and set it here. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, anxiety tying my stomach in knots. Part of me wanted to call him, but what if he hadn’t seen the texts? Then I’d come off as desperate.

Part of me thought it served him right to see them. Especially if he was already on his way out the door.

But what if he hadn’t been leaving until he’d seen those?

Dammit Amy.

Drama. Too much drama. I laughed out loud, aware that I had momentarily lapsed into my tortured teenage years. I needed to clear my head and eat some breakfast. Everything else could wait until later.

I went to the bathroom, pulled on a robe, and cringed at my face in the mirror. My eye makeup was smeared, my hair a sexified mess. I looked like a raccoon that had stuck his claw in an electrical socket.

“Yikes,” I said. “No wonder he took off.”

I turned on the shower and stood in the steam for a few minutes, letting it relax my muscles. I ran my fingertips down my throat, remembering the feel of Alec’s mouth devouring me. He’d been so attentive after that first time, watching my reaction to his every touch. He’d practically taken notes. With a careful, gentle exploration, he’d found ways to excite me that even I hadn’t known about.

Thinking about it now turned me on all over again.

And made it even worse that he was gone.

I stepped into the shower, one of my favorite features of this old apartment. Spanish tile lined the enclosure from floor to ceiling, roomy enough for the bathtub the previous owners had removed. The water ran in rivulets down my body, rinsing my troubles down the drain. I opened the shampoo and breathed in the strong, relaxing sandalwood scent. As I rubbed it into my scalp, I thought of Alec’s fingers, buried in my hair. I’d just rinsed it clean when a creak from the front door made me freeze.

I’d locked the front door, I was sure of it. But someone was undoubtedly in my apartment; I could hear their footsteps rolling across the floor. My brain switched into high gear. Naked and vulnerable, I eased open the glass door and snuck onto the floor. Anything could be used as a weapon if necessary, that was what my dad had taught me. I reached for the first heavy thing I could get my hands on—a blow-dryer—and backed against the wall.

I held it like a gun, the cord dragging on the floor below. Great. I could see the headlines now: Naked Woman Attempts to Shoot Intruder with Blow-Dryer, Killed by Real Gun.

The footsteps outside paused, and then came closer. By the time they were just beyond the door, I was shaking. Water dripped from my hair, my chin, my breasts, making a puddle on the floor. I gripped the blow-dryer even harder and exhaled.

The door opened, and with a screech, I swung upward hard, taking the trespasser by surprise. I connected with the side of his face, and then charged; the only way out was straight through him. He stumbled backward, taking me with him. I was already halfway to my feet when his voice stopped me.

“Jesus Christ, Anna!” Alec was sprawled out on the floor, rubbing his jaw with a stormy look on his face.

He was completely naked.

“Alec!” The blow-dryer clattered to the floor.

I kneeled down beside him, cradling his cheek in my hand. My chosen weapon had left a red mark all the way up to his ear.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think it was you!”

“Were you expecting someone else?” He opened his mouth wide, wiggled his jaw from side to side.

“I thought you were a robber. How did you get back in? I locked the door.” I touched his cheek gently. I probably should have gotten him some ice, but I didn’t want to leave his side.

“I had your keys.”

I sat back on my heels, glancing up at the door. “My keys?” I’d seen him grab keys before he’d left; I’d just assumed they’d been his.

“Yeah.” His gaze lowered down to my breasts, and I became aware of his growing cock, stretching to capacity. “I went to get your car. I got breakfast, too.”

“You did?” I was melting. How could I have doubted him? He’d obviously felt that incredible connection between us, too.

“I heard the shower and thought I’d join you.” He sat all the way up and blinked as I ran my hands through the silky strands of his hair. “But now that I have a concussion, I’m not sure a slippery surface is the safest place.”

“What a baby,” I chided. I kissed just below his ear and his shoulders tensed. “You’re right. It’s probably safest if you lie down.”

I eased him back on the floor and straddled him, reveling in the feel of his stiff cock between my legs.

A wicked grin tilted his mouth. “Who am I to argue with a health professional?”

He groaned as I grasped the base of his shaft with one hand, and made a slow circle around the head with my fingertips. A drop of moisture appeared at the tip, and as I gave him a firm squeeze, his abs went rigid.

“Does this mean you’re happy to see me?” he asked.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” I said, beginning to stroke him. The sounds of the shower in the background faded as I became consumed by the task.

“Why did you think that?”

I hesitated just for a second before continuing. I kept my gaze on my grip, focusing on the engorged flesh and thick vein between my fingers, waiting for the old feelings he’d triggered to dissipate. My baggage wasn’t welcome here.

His hand stopped me, and I glanced up at him through my lashes.

“I’m not leaving,” he said.

I exhaled, biting my lip so he didn’t see how much his words meant to me. I wasn’t ready to go there yet.

But maybe someday.

He gave me a gentle tap on the bottom. “And tell your friend the only one getting tied up and spanked is you.”

I giggled.

I took his wrists in my hands and pinned them above his head. He easily could have broken my grasp, but didn’t. I think he wanted to see what a girl in charge could do.

“You’re not going anywhere now,” I told him.

I rose on my knees and seated myself on the tip of his cock, then slowly began to lower, pausing to let my body open for him. He felt harder than before, smoother, and I was slick and ready just from the feel of him against me. My body couldn’t get enough.

I gripped his shoulders, watching him watch the place where we connected with a rapidly growing desire. Just the tip nestled inside me, and already I was craving that deep, hard friction. I could feel the need taking over, transforming me into a creature that thirsted for pleasure—a woman I hadn’t known until Alec had touched me.

“Wait,” he said, just as I’d begun to sink lower. There was a dark, strained look in his eyes. “No condom.”

“Do you want one?” I asked. He’d used them last night, but we’d already discussed that both of us were clean.

“I want to feel you,” he said. My hands still gripped his wrists, and I reached farther, weaving my fingers through his. When he squeezed, I felt my heart beat harder against my ribs. The move was almost too intimate.

I pushed my hips back slowly, my tender tissue stretching over his hard girth. My eyelids were heavy, and I tried to hold back the groan, but it seeped out between my teeth.

I lowered slowly, until he was completely inside me, deeper than before in this position. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to rise again so soon. I wanted to keep him here, just for a moment, locked inside my body. I didn’t understand why. I didn’t want to know why. But it felt right and good, and as I rotated my hips, I shuddered, the small spasm in my core just a whisper of what was to come.

His breathing was rough, his grip on my hands almost painful.

“Tell me what it feels like,” I whispered.

“Warm,” he rasped. “Christ, you’re so warm and tight. I can feel every move you make. Every breath.”

I moved my hips in a small circle, biting my lip as his pelvis brushed my clit.

“It’s too good,” I whispered. “It makes me think something’s wrong. Nothing’s this good.” I tried to laugh, but all I could manage was a small gasp.

“Look at me.” He released one of my hands so that he could touch my face. His thumb grazed down my cheek. I opened my eyes, instantly lost in his gaze.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said. “Let it feel good. Let go.”

I didn’t know what I was letting go of, but as he said it, that hungry creature inside of me took over. I pushed upright, pulling his hard length against the front walls of my vagina. For a moment I had to remind myself to breathe; the fullness of his cock inside me, the desire in his eyes, and the rigid muscles beneath his smooth, glistening skin were almost too much. My hands dragged down his chest, over his rounded pecs to his hard stomach.

For right now, he belonged to me.

With his hands gripping my hips, I rose slowly, and then settled back down. It was easier to ride him now that he was wet with my desire. His thighs flexed beneath my buttocks. His shaft was rubbing that spot—the one that sent bolts of lightning through every nerve ending every time it was touched. I lifted again, lowered, this time letting my weight carry me down. I adjusted my position, went faster, experimenting with a tempo until I found the right pace.

“That’s right,” he said. “Let it take you.”

My eyes closed again, and my hair, still wet, dripped cold beads down my back and over my breasts. My nipples had grown so tight they’d begun to ache, and as I rose again, I touched myself gently, then pinched the sensitive peaks, something I’d only ever done when I was alone. It made everything hotter knowing he was watching me, feeling how turned on he was in his tightening grip on my waist.

“So good,” I murmured. “Too good.”

Faster I moved. Faster. Up and down. Again. Again. I slammed myself down on him, my body taking his engorged cock all the way to the base. The muscles in my legs began to quiver. I moaned in beat to my own rhythm. My head tilted back.
I am a porn star,
I thought somewhere in the back of my mind. I’d never felt sexier in my life.