Page 50 of Hard Hitter
“The smartest.” He came to stand beside her left thigh, then gently rolled the towel to expose her leg, just the way she would have done. Warm hands landed atop her quadriceps and began working their way down her leg with firm but gentle strokes.
How bizarre to be on the receiving end of a massage from him. She spent the first five minutes grinning.
But then, somehow, she forgot that this was sort of a joke. His hands moved in a soothing rhythm, and her mind began to drift. She thought about the yoga class she’d teach in the morning, and a new pose she wanted to try with the players.
He switched legs, and then moved down to her feet. “Omigod,” she said as he rubbed her left foot in his big hands. “Arrrgh, that feels so good.”
“Not too much pressure, miss?”
“Oh-hell-no,” she stammered. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s what all the ladies say.”
She closed her eyes and sank back into the table. So thiswas how it felt to be her client. The foot massage would be even better with oil, but she didn’t want to stop him to fix that.
“Why don’t you turn over now,” he said softly, squeezing her ankle.
“Mmkay.” She grabbed the towel and rolled. Her bra dug into her skin, though, so she reached down and unclipped it, then tossed it aside.
Patrick put the last towel across her legs to keep her warm, just as she might have done. His big hands landed on her back. First, he stroked both hands down her lats, fingers spread. Then he reached up to her shoulders and began to work them both at the same time.
A happy groan escaped from her throat. She remembered giving Patrick a speech about touch, and how it wasn’t ever purely clinical. How true that was. She felt socared forright now. This was blissful. His hands were warm and wonderful, and she never wanted it to end.
He swept the hair off her neck. And then—even while his hands continued to massage her shoulders—soft lips brushed her nape. His kiss was so light that she shivered. “Arms over your head,” he rasped.
Ari complied, draping her arms up and letting her hands fall off the table. His hands began to stroke her sides, now. His fingertips dipped down to tease the edges of her breasts. “Oh,” she sighed again. That felt delicious.
He kept it up, his fingers stroking down her ribcage, after reaching inward to tease her breasts with whisper-weight strokes. Wow. She squirmed against the towel. He’d barely touched any erogenous zones, and she was already turned on. There was something about lying here while he did all the work.Biggest turn-on ever.
He bent over her again and began to drop soft, open-mouthed kisses in a line down her spine. Goosebumps rose up on her skin, and she found herself holding her breath. A towel was whisked away, and broad hands landed on her bottom. He stroked over the sensitive skin, making hershiver. Then his mouth landed on the back of one thigh, and he kissed and licked his way into the seam between her legs.
“Oh... geez,” she panted into the crook of her arm.
She heard a chuckle, and then a zipper unzipping. She kept her eyes shut, because the mystery of what he’d do next was half the fun. Though the sound of a condom wrapper opening gave her a happy throb.
He put a hand on her ass. “Checking in here, miss.” His gravelly voice was at odds with the too-polite words. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty great,” she said honestly.
“Hmm.” He kneaded her ass with both hands. “So I should continue?”
“Absolutely.”
“Very well, miss.”
Two hands wrapped around her knees and parted them suddenly, and Ari’s breath caught in her chest.
He massaged his way up the backs of her legs, halting just at the juncture with her bottom. At first, his fingers just teased the sensitive skin of her buttocks. But then his thumbs swept into the slickness between her legs.
Ari mewled and gripped the edge of the table as he touched her, his fingers sliding over her clit and circling. Her legs twitched with the effort it took to stay reasonably still. She closed her eyes and buried her face in the towel underneath her. If he kept that up another thirty seconds she was going to come.
But just as she processed that thought, she began sliding—he’d grabbed the towels she was lying on and pulled. Slowly, she slid down the table until her toes touched the floor. He went back to work massaging her—working his hands at her hips, smoothing his fingers up the backs of her thighs. She tried to keep her breathing deep and even, but the anticipation was killing her.
All at once he lifted her hips an inch or so into the air and then filled her with his cock.
“Oh!” It was so unexpected and wonderfully dirty that she let out a shuddering moan.
For a moment, he didn’t move at all, except to smooth his thumbs across her ass. Then he lowered her hips to the table and bent over her, elbows on either side of her body. His mouth hovered over her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, miss. Nice and deep.”
