Page 90 of Without You

“You sure? I can…”

“Nope. Just neck and shoulders.”

“This enough pressure? Too much?”

“Perfect.”

I rub outward, starting with my thumbs and focusing on the traps and anywhere else I can feel the tension built up.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he moans.

I smile to myself and continue working the muscles in his shoulders and concentrating on his lower neck. When I’ve completed the area, I drag my hands down and over all the areas once more, ending by stroking over his skin with my fingertips only.

Pulling the sheet back over his back, I rub once more. “You can scoot down and roll over.”

“Nah, I’m okay. You did great.”

“What? It’s only been thirty minutes, Elijah.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“But…”

“Katie,” he says, lifting his head again to look at me. “You don’t want me to flip over right now.”

“What? Of course I…” I drift off when I notice the look on his face. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

Oh my gosh, I’m mortified. I made him hard. He has an erection on my table because I did something wrong! “I’m so sorry. I told you I was new! I must have hit a trigger point or something.”

“Katie. It’s not you, I promise. Well, it is, but not because of anything you did wrong. In fact, you did everything very, very right, if you catch my drift.”

“Huh?” I ask, like a dummy. I’m standing by his head looking down at his body on my massage table going through all the motions to figure out where I went wrong. I’ve only massaged a few guys but this has never happened to me before. Or to them, for that matter.

“Turn around so I can sit up.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I spin around so quickly I almost make myself dizzy. I stare at the wall, chewing on my lip and feeling like a major failure.

“I’m ready.”

When I turn back around, much slower this time, he’s sitting on the table, his legs hung over the side and the sheet draped over the… disturbance that I caused.

I can’t even look the guy in the eye, I’m so embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, Elijah. Please don’t feel obligated to pay for this massage since I messed up so badly. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why are you embarrassed?”

Is he serious? Why wouldn’t I be? I must have rubbed on a pressure point I wasn’t aware of and gave him an erection during his very regular massage!

To add to my embarrassment, I point. Point! Directly at his erection that he’s doing his best to hide by his arm placement. And I thought I was mortified earlier.

“Katie. Listen to me and think about this a minute. It wasn’t your fault, okay? That’s all on me. I liked the feeling of your hands on me too much, apparently.”

“What?” I ask, still confused.

“Do you really need me to explain this again because as much as I hate seeing you feel embarrassed, I really hate talking about the fact that just having you rub on me gave me a boner.”

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