I started rolling my hips to match his rhythm, but had trouble keeping up. His thrusts got faster and deeper each time until he was pounding into me. The table squeaked underneath us in rhythm of our slapping skin. He was getting carried away by the moment and I loved it. I loved the weight of him on top of me, the way he filled me, how he managed to get so deep inside me.
We were both fueled entirely by our desire to have each other, to connect in this new way that neither of us had ever imagined. In all my years of teenaged fantasy, my most lurid and dirty thoughts were nothing compared to this.
He slowed, pulled out, and rubbed his head up and down my slit, making me moan into his ear. He reached between us and grabbed a hold of his shaft to keep rubbing his head on my sensitive spot, making me wither underneath him with an endless stream of whimpers falling from my lips. I opened my eyes to see him studying my face. He loved watching me experience such immense pleasure; I saw his gaze linger on my lips for a moment as I let out another panty whimper.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I felt my heart skip a beat; for so many years my ultimate dream was to hear those words come from him. Now here we were, together in the most intimate way imaginable, and he was actually saying them. I breathed out hot air as he kissed me again. It was the most tender, meaningful kiss yet. I was lost in a dream world, but that had no bearing on how much my body wanted and needed to be satisfied. I knew it was the same for him when his hands roamed and clawed over my naked body.
He ran a hand over my leg and I wrapped it tightly around him, drawing him slowly back inside of me. He placed his other hand under my back, pushing my body up so he could ease in deeper. His thrusting went faster, but this time he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap as he rested back on the balls of his feet, positioning my body so that when he pushed inside it was at an angle. He hit a sensitive spot and I cried out sharply.
“Oh! Fuck! Axel!”
He pushed into me hard and fast, hitting the same spot over and over, until I was shaking and whimpering and trembling. My breath stilled and gasped and the sweat glistened over my body. My muscles were tensing and my hips instinctively rolled and rocked against him. I tensed up and felt the orgasm spread over every inch of my skin and inside every part of my body.
As soon as the wave of tingles finally started to subside I fell limp. He pulled out of me, rolling onto his back and pulling me over so that I was lying on top of him. I rested on top of him, nudging my face into the crook of his neck. I laid there for a minute to regain strength, but I was soon ready to go; feeling his hardness press into my leg was all the incentive I needed. I kissed his neck as I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, slowly stroking him up and down.
“Mira,” he whispered before brushing his lips against mine.
I sat up, straddled his thighs, and started stroking him feverishly. His eyes raked over my body. I loved the way his tongue ran across his lips as he watched me. I ran a thumb over his swollen head and scooted down from his lap, adjusting my body so that I could lean forward and run the tip of my tongue straight from the base of his shaft right up to the ridge.
Axel let out a barreling groan so deep and rumbling I could feel it against my tongue. He struggled to breathe out my name, but I heard it anyway and I looked up at him just in time to see the pleasure in his stunning deep blue eyes. A sheen of sweat coated his chiseled features and his full kissable lips were absolutely gorgeous, the beard on his face was as sexy and manly as ever. He was even more irresistible now than in our youth, something I wouldn’t have thought possible if I hadn’t seen him with my own eyes.
He was sexy and stunning back then, but now he was all testosterone and man.
I licked my lips hungrily before wrapping them around his head and slowly taking his entire length in my mouth. He groaned loud and his hand grabbed a lock of my hair tightly. I didn’t mind it as I started to bob my head up and down, sucking and tasting him with eagerness. I could still taste myself on him and it made my heart race even more.
I moved faster, placing my tongue flat on his shaft as I moved before letting him slip out of my mouth. I licked along his length before flicking the delicate underside of his ridge with the tip of my tongue. I ran my tongue in circles on his engorged head before swallowing him again, this time sucking harder until he let out a guttural groan and his hips rolled upward.
“I’m – about –to – come,” he warned in broken heavy breaths.
I nodded with him still in my mouth and rolled my tongue in playful circles around his tip while I worked the other half with my hand. I moaned and sent vibrations down his hardness as I kept working him with my lips and jerking fist. He clutched at the sides of my head and with one more thrust his orgasm spilled into my mouth. I drew in a deep breath through my nose as he pulsed against my tongue with a grunt.
I giggled at the way his body jerked and trembled. Then I let him pull out of my mouth before I stood up to lay on top of him. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his check. It took less than two minutes for the realization of what had just happened to fully hit me. As soon as it did, I jumped off of him and staggered, grabbing hold of the edge of the massage table to keep from falling. He sat up and looked at me in confusion, but I just scurried to pick up my clothes.
“I- I just... Look, we... I j-just can’t...” I stammered like a mad-woman, but then trailed off and bolted into the bathroom. Now more than ever I was thankful that there was a small bathroom connected to the massage room. I walked over to the sink and splashed water on my face. I stared at my face in the mirror, but promptly clamped them shut as I tried to do some deep breathing exercises in an attempt to calm down the anxiety flooding over me.
How could I have been so stupid? I had just let a childhood crush get the best of me, and it led to professional misconduct. I could lose my license. I just did the very thing that made me want to leave my last job in the first place?
I smacked my wet cheeks and winced. Nothing was helping ebb the anxiety overtaking me. I knew it wasn’t only risky, it was something I had always disapproved of. I was supposed to be the woman who took a moral stand and left her old job in a blaze of glory. Now I was having sex with a client! And it wasn’t just any client—he was ‘The Axe.’
Letting him fuck me on the massage table was NOT part of my job description, let alone anything that would help his torn rotator cuff heal.
“Shit,” I muttered, looking at my reflection with disgust and disapproval.
I leaned back against the cold tile of the bathroom wall and yelped from the shock of it against my warm skin. Then I remembered I was still naked. I dried my face and quickly got dressed before finally coming out of the bathroom.
Axel was standing there already dressed in his uniform. He looked devastatingly hot. I gulped and quickly looked away from him, hating that I couldn’t ignore the coiling heat brewing at the pit of my stomach.
“What’s wrong?”
I shook my head but I had to tell him what was on my mind. “You’re crazy,” I said, still not meeting his gaze. “Do you know I could lose everything if we’re caught?”
Axel nodded. I made my point. I sighed in relief. Then he said, “So tomorrow’s appointment.”
I nodded. I was too distracted to think of the next appointment, “I'll meet you here.” I thought maybe I could convince him to keep the door open because I didn’t know if I could trust myself to stay professional, at least not so soon after our little escapade.
“I don't have practice tomorrow,” he informed me. I looked up at him and scrunched my brows. “Come to my house. I’ll text you the address.”
I nearly gawked at him. I was dumbfounded. Did he not get what I was saying? Did he not understand that we couldn’t do that again? I got a sinking feeling as the thought crossed my mind—he won’t have any trouble restraining himself if he was alone with me.
Even though the door was closed, he looked left and right before leaning down and kis
sing my cheek.
“See you tomorrow,” he whispered with a smirk. “Oh, and uh, you’re magic.” He looked at me with his devilish grin before turning and walking out of the room.
I just stood there with a gut full of butterflies and a mind racing with confused thoughts.
What the hell did I just get myself into?
It was the next day and I couldn’t believe how quickly the time had arrived. I didn’t know where the past twenty-four hours had gone. Mira was about to arrive any moment, the house was a disaster, and there was nobody there to help me clean it up before she called over the gate’s intercom.
I buried my face in my hands and let out a groan of frustration. Molly's toys were everywhere. All the little gifts I had bought her, some clothes, even random objects around the house she decided were hers were strewn about. I walked over to stand in front of the mirror in the foyer.
“At least there isn’t anything gross like leftovers lying around.” I muttered to myself. It was a small comfort.
I checked my reflection in the mirror to make sure I looked better than the inside of my house did.
“What the hell am I doing,” I mouthed.
I wondered if I was going crazy because I didn’t see why I gave a shit what I looked like. Mira was coming over as my massage therapist, nothing else. She was on her way over because I was paying her for a service. It wasn’t a social call so it shouldn’t have mattered what I looked like.
“For the massage,” I said out loud to my reflection. Then I really thought I was going crazy as I talked to myself. I was taking the necessary precautions to make sure no lines were crossed, or even blurred. This time around I was going to be different.
I turned and leaned back against the wall, my mind wandering back to the day before. I had gotten naked for the massage, but things took a surprising turn.
“Not again,” I said to myself.
Mira made it clear that it was a one-time thing. I had to stick to that as well. She worked for me and that was it. But I couldn’t help thinking about the way she melted against me. Then a heavy realization slammed into me—she really did have a crush on me all those years, back when Zak was my best friend.
I remember Zak’s friendly smile and I absent mindedly reached up to tug at my beard. Zak had a beard even back at our young age. It was strange, really, how I hadn’t spoken to him in years. Now I had somehow ended up banging my ex-best-friend’s little sister.
I knew I should have felt guilty about it, but it was hard to feel that way when I knew how much she had enjoyed it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it myself. There was something different about her. She made me feel things I had never felt before. She really was magic. I hated to think of it as a ‘one-time thing’. I took a deep breath and thought about her bare skin on mine. Just as I started to think about her cute smile and the way her eyes clenched shut during sex, the intercom buzzed.
“Shit.”
As soon as that word dropped from my lips a huge smile spread across my face. I pressed the buzzer to let her in and waited, hand flat against the back of the door. Then I heard a wild shriek and for a split second my heart leapt into my throat.
That only lasted until I saw Molly tear past the downstairs bathroom in a streak of beige. My mind clicked and I let out a mixture of a gasp and a chuckle.
“Wait Molls, are you naked?” I laughed, but at the same time I was frantically thinking I needed to get her covered up quick.
My daughter's bare butt was a blur as she zoomed past me and out the front door. She went screeching outside like a bat out of hell. I didn’t even get a chance to stop her, much less slam the door shut before she got out. I ran after her as she made her way down the lawn. Even in her excited state she was smart enough to keep off the driveway, which I was glad for when I saw Mira’s car stopped short in the middle of it. Molly was laughing like a lunatic, pointing at the car before running in a small circle and letting out a million giggles.
“Molly! Stop!” I shouted. I had stopped running after her, but before I got set and going again, I saw Mira hop out of her car.
Without hesitating, she scooped up my nudist little girl and turned her head shyly in the other direction as she jogged over to hand her to me. Mira was laughing a bit, but her cheeks were bright red. Molly, meanwhile, was flailing her little arms and giggling like a maniac.
“So this must be Molly,” she deadpanned.
I held Molly tight against my chest and laughed. I nodded and turned to carry her inside after telling Mira where she could park. As ridiculous as the whole scene was, I had to hand it to my baby girl—she took a lot of stress out of my anxious anticipation. There was no time to worry about how to greet each other when we were both focused on my hyped up daughter. Mira walked in shortly after while I was busy holding Molly’s hand and straightening out one of her shirts.
“My nanny quit a few days ago and I haven't found anyone to take care of her yet. When I’m at practice or away I have to leave her at the daycare. She's naked and living solely on chicken nuggets so we're basically in survival mode over here.” I dropped the shirt to the floor and picked it up quickly before Molly grabbed a hold of it and flung it across the room. Then I looked up at Mira and saw her rosy red cheeks. Her mouth was pressed in a thin line and I just knew she was holding back laughter.
“What?”
Mira finally busted out laughing. I glared at her, but had to quickly look away to calm Molly, who had started jumping up and down while trying to peel my hand off her wrist. She finally settled down and tugged at the shirt in my hand.
“I'm sorry,” Mira said with a wide grin. She watched as I coaxed a t-shirt over Molly's thrashing head even though she agreed to wear it just ten seconds ago. I heaved a sigh once the shirt was on and then looked at Mira, who was still grinning from ear to ear. I could see it in her eyes—she loved watching me struggle.
“I kind of love this.”
I rolled my eyes but grinned anyway, “Make yourself useful and throw me that skirt.”
Mira scoffed teasingly before crouching down and daintily grabbing the discarded skirt. It was cute and fluffy and Molly loved wearing it; most of the time that is.
Mira stifled a giggle as she walked over to hand me the skirt. I grabbed it as Molly started protesting with the kicking of her feet. Mira laughed, but she dropped down beside me and the two of us worked in perfect unison to get Molly dressed. She was thrashing about and complaining, but she finally stilled enough for us to finish dressing her. She even let Mira straighten up the t-shirt before I let go of her.
Molly instantly ran off. I turned to Mira and, for a moment, everything else around us shut down. Our gaze met and we shared a look that lasted a little longer than usual. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. I felt my mind getting cloudy; I was trying to clear it up but instead I took a step forward. Mira wasn’t backing away, but I could see it in her eyes—she was just as confused as I was. I stopped and just then we were interrupted by the sound of the buzzer. Mira shot me a look. She didn’t know the set-up I had made to be sure we stayed within our professional boundaries.
“Uh, that's my manager,” I said.
Mira tilted her head and squinted, clearly confused. “Your manager is here?”
“He's here to, um, babysit,” I explained. Realization dawned on Mira and she quickly looked away, the tips of her cheeks turning pink. I didn’t have to worry about opening the door for Larry since he had the key code to the gate.
“I should go get my massage table,” Mira mumbled. She started to walk toward the door, but then paused and turned around, “Or do you have one of those here too?” She looked over her shoulder at me and I could see a trace anger in her face from the day I let her drag the table across the parking lot. I laughed guiltily and shook my head so she walked out to her car to get it.
Something clicked in my mind. I took a couple giant steps to catch up to her, “Let me go get it.”
Mira held her hand
out to stop me and shook her head. She was firm and I didn’t want to push it because I could tell she wasn’t in the mood. She walked out just as Larry was getting out of his car. He was too busy fussing with his gold chains and using the tinted windows of his obnoxiously flashy car as a mirror, to notice her. Mira was heading back up to the house with the massage table just as Larry was peering at his noticeable hair plugs using one of the side mirrors of his car. He cleared his throat loudly, straightened up, and walked right up to me.
“Uncle Larry!” Molly ran up to him, shouting, before anybody else had a chance to say a word. Molly started loudly jabbering something that didn’t make much sense, but it ended with her wrapping her hand around two of his fingers and dragging him off to her playroom.
Mira walked in the house to see the slightly sweaty, reluctantly balding man sitting in a tiny pink chair. He looked awkward, but Molly was delighted to be hosting him at a tea party. He at least had the good sense to humor the little girl, his pinky raised with a miniscule flowery teacup in hand.
Mira had to stifle another laugh as she walked back to where I was standing. I was watching her, but she didn’t think much of it because her interest was with Molly.
“I have to say, Axel, this was definitely not what I was expecting on my drive over here.” She giggled silently behind her curled fist, glancing over to the playroom for a moment.
“You were expecting a full-blown NFL player party package?”
Mira shrugged, “Well yeah, pretty much.” She tapped her finger on her lips and looked around. I felt embarrassed. She was probably noticing just how messy the place was. “Can you really blame me?”
“Huh?”
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