Page 26 of Wrong Idea

He had lied about who he was. I still had no idea what he did or where he lived. For all I knew, he could have been homeless. But I didn’t care. I took his hands and lifted them up between us. Without taking my eyes off his, I kissed the tips of his fingers. His nose flared and the rest of his body went stiff.

“If I let you give me a massage, will you let me return the favor later?” His jaw clenched.

“Not today,” his voice rasped.

“But—“

“I told you,” he groaned. His hands left mine and cupped my face. “Not until you’re sure.” This man. This beautiful man.

“What if I am?”

“Baby—“

“Shh…” I pressed my finger to his lips. Overcome by the moment, I stepped back.

My hand dropped to my side, and I watched, completely captivated by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. I felt like he knew exactly what I was going to do before I did it. My fingersmoved to the hem of my top, and I pulled it up and over my head. Piece by piece, my clothes came off. I thought about that first time meeting him. How turned on I’d been getting naked in front of the hottest man I had ever seen. Rushing home to get myself off because feeling his hands on my body had brought all sorts of sensations to life.

Then I found myself standing in front of him. Our eyes locked while I wore nothing but a pair of baby-blue panties and a soft barely-there smile on my face.

“Max, princess.” My skin broke out into goose bumps from the need in his tone. His gaze never wavered from mine.

“Touch me,” I pleaded quietly, not caring if he needed me to beg him. But daddy didn’t need that. He didn’t need me to beg. He would take care of me. His hands moved, hooking onto my hips and pulling me forward, pressing our fronts together.

“You feel that?” he rasped so low my mouth went dry, and I could have sworn my body heat went up ten degrees. His lips were an inch from mine, his breath fanning over them making me tingle from the inside out. “You feel how hard you get me, princess?”

“Yes.” I nodded. My hand ran down his front between our bodies, and I stopped when I got to my destination. I palmed his impressive length, and Car made a guttural sound. Almost like an animal ready to pounce, and I had no idea why it turned me on even more.

“Shit, princess. You don’t know what you’re doing.” My grip softened, and I almost pulled it back, but he didn’t let me.

“Did I do it wrong?” I asked, worried I’d hurt him.

“Fuck no,” he clipped. “I doubt there could be a thing you do that I wouldn’t fucking love.” That was sweet, but I still didn’t understand.

“Then…” I started to say, but his nose nuzzled against mine.

“You don’t know it, but you’re poking a bear, princess. We still need to talk.” Poking the bear. I liked that. I wanted to poke him so he could poke me.

“We can talk later,” I whispered, lifting my body slightly to press my lips against his.

A hand swept to the back of my head, and he took over. I felt myself smiling against the rough and needy way he kissed me. A smile that disappeared as our tongues lashed at one another and the kiss deepened. When I was breathless, he pulled away, and I watched as he adjusted his thick bulge.

“Get on the bed, princess.” I moved towards my bed, but he grabbed my hand and shook his head, pointing to the massage table. I looked at him a little confused. “I’m going to touch your body and make you feel so fucking good.”

“But—“ My eyes bounced to my bed and then back at him.

“Trust me,” he said, and I nodded.

Quietly, I got on the massage table and looked at him. His eyes moved up and down my body with an appreciative gaze. I smiled at him, almost preening beneath his stare while I waited for him to tell me how he wanted me.

“Lie down on your stomach. I’ll have you flip around when I’m ready.” Something in his tone made me shiver. I nodded and did as he asked.

My skin felt like it was pulled tight, and the ever-growing ache between my legs pulsed. I settled on my stomach, adjusting my body comfortably on the bed. The moment his hands touched my calves, my eyes fluttered shut. I felt like my body hummed from the top of my head to the bottom of my soles.

A soft little moan escaped from my lips as his touch became firmer. His hands glided up and down my calves, soothing my sore muscles and alleviating them with just the right pressure. He might not have been a professional masseuse, but he knew exactly how to touch my body. He stroked my legs up and downtenderly, making sure to add oil to keep my skin smooth and silky. His hands moved up to my lower back and then to my shoulders and neck. I was close to feeling like gelatin, about to close my eyes and fall asleep, when his hands moved back down to my lower back. He pulled the blanket down, then his hands worked my glutes. Squeezing and rubbing so much I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little and squirm under his touch.

“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to do this to you, Max?” he rasped, and my skin turned to gooseflesh. “How much I wanted my hands to slip right down here…” I gasped, and my eyes shut. His fingers skimmed up and down the gusset of my soaked baby-blue panties. Touching me exactly where I wanted.

“Were you wet that day?” he asked, his voice scratchy.

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