Perfect Form (Texas Tornados Book 1)

by Britney Bell

  She makes her way back to my hips, inner thighs, and lower abs again, pushing her hands lower to connect with my weeping cock. Instant relief comes from her just holding it, knowing that she will finish what she started, and let complete relief fill my body.

  Placing both hands with her fingers crossed around my dick and gliding them together up and down, at first slow, a little faster, then slow again. She’s alternating the pressure by squeezing easy and a little harder. I hear a small moan slip from her lips, and that’s the last notch that feeds my orgasm, shooting cum all over her hands as she keeps the same rhythm going. Slow to fast, squeezing easy and harder, and I keep cumming longer than I’ve ever experienced before. With my body twitching with the last of my climax, she lightens up but continues to rub as my cock goes limp, drained of all its tension.

  Laying there completely relaxed and not wanting to move, Jordan wipes the cum from my dick; places the towel over my middle and whispers to stay still. She covers my entire body with a soft sheet that smells of light spearmint. I will forever think of this girl when I smell spearmint, and with that thought I release my body to sleep.

  Soft warm lips against mine wake me this time instead of that dreadful buzzing. Hmm, I like this much better, and I snake my arm around her back and pull her tighter to me to deepen the kiss.

  She pulls back slightly, and I reluctantly let her go. “How do you feel?”

  As I open my eyes, all I see is a soft glow around her kindled from the low lights. “That’s a very nice way to be awaken.” My smile is so wide that I feel it stretching my face, but I can’t help it. “Honestly, this the most relaxed I have ever been in my life.”

  “So it worked?” Jordan says with a little chuckle, and her cheeks flush.

  “What worked?”

  “The happy ending massage?” Yes, it undoubtedly worked, and with that thought, I wanted to give her a happy ending massage as well, to return the favor. My hands roaming her body, kneading that perfect peach-shaped ass. “Tyler.” She breaks my train of thought. “I’ll take that as a yes, it did.” Following her eyes down to the large tent in the sheet, and a wide smile forms from her beautiful lips.

  “Yes, Jordan, it was unbelievably amazing. I give you permission to practice on me anytime.” The green eyed monster attacks to my thoughts, as I realize that she could do that to anyone, and I’m a selfish bastard and want all those happy endings just for me. Dammit, trying to change my thinking, I sit up and tell her I’m going to go take a shower.

  12

  Jordan

  Tyler climaxing by just using my hands brings me confidence and a sense of power. Thinking about the way his body felt under my fingers and palms, he’s hard and strong, yet I can bring all of that to a relaxation state of weak and twitching. Wow, watching his body tense with pleasure and relax with cum shooting from his rock hard dick was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I already want to do it again.

  As I clean up and prepare for tomorrow’s massages, I think about the rest of the week. This is only the second day we’ve known each other, I want to help Tyler, and make sure he is prepared to play in the game and win.

  After he returns from the shower, I’ve got everything cleaned up and ready to go home. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 7am. Have a good night’s rest.”

  He pulls me into a sweet hug and kisses the top of my head. “Thank you for everything, Jordan. Today was a great day and so helpful. I already feel better. Be safe going home.”

  “Bye, Tyler.”

  “Good night, Jordan.”

  Time flies by quickly, and I find the next morning, and the ones after that, are easier and easier to wake up, because I know Tyler is waiting for me. As I arrive at Tyler’s, he meets me at the door and has a cup of coffee ready and waiting; prepared just as I like it.

  Furthermore, each day, between massages, is filled with me timing his ice regimen. He helps me relax by rubbing my feet and shoulders, while we sit on the couch lounging together. Four days of this exact same routine, I’m now used to it, but I know it’s all about to change.

  It’s Thursday, and Tyler’s feeling a ton better. He’s a little anxious about his physical test tomorrow, but I help him relax with a nice happy ending massage, and let him nap some on the table. I wake him with the soft kiss that we have become accustomed to.

  Dinner comes, we eat up in the kitchen, and I come down to prep the table and area for his last massage of the week, and leave Tyler to clean up our food mess.

  As I am struggling to put this damn sheet on the table, bent over so far I’m practically lying on top of it, large, warm hands come mold around my waist. My body naturally follows with their command, leaning back into the perfect form of the body that they are attached to. Feeling his hard cock firm on my back, my body craves to be under his.

  Softly a voice whispers, “This is how I first saw you. This beautiful ass, up in the air, waggling and struggling with the sheet. I’ve dreamt of it every night since.”

  All I can muster up is a small moan. We have kissed, hugged, cuddled on the couch, and I have touched him intimately, but this is the first time he has really touched me this way. His thumbs lift my scrub top, and he slides his hands up my bare skin, over and over again, until his fingers disappear beneath my bra. My body pushes back even harder into his dick, aching for release. I’m not going to lie. I have had to relieve myself every night this week because of the way his body feels under my hands.

  “Lay down on the table, Jordan,” he huskily commands in my ear. He steps back to remove my top and leans in to kiss my neck, right below my jaw.

  With no need to reply, I cave to his command and crawl onto the table. Starting with my shoes and socks, he slowly works to strip what remains of my clothing, and runs his hands up my legs and tugs to pull my pants down. With a smirk on that gorgeous face, he looks up to smile at me.

  “Commando?”

  “Well, someone’s been keeping me busy, and I still haven’t had a day off. I’m limited on clean clothes.”

  The bright brown in his eyes turns dark, and he replies, “Certainly not complaining here. It’s fucking hot as hell. Now, let’s finish undressing you. No more talking. Roll over, and relax. Let me treat you to a happy ending this time.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say and roll as he unclasps my bra to remove it, I’m completely naked and at the mercy of Tyler’s hands.

  13

  Tyler

  I flip the lights down by turning the dimmer switch on the wall, grab the unscented massage oil, because I’m sure the areas where my hands are going are sensitive, and I warm them by rubbing them together. I’ve been thinking about doing this all week. She’s been instrumental in helping me recover and doting over me for four straight days, and I’d like to return the favor, at least a little. I have no earthly idea how to do this, but I’m a fast learner. I’ll just mimic what she’s done to me, and let’s see how it goes.

  Starting at the ankles, I glide my slick hands over her legs, back down and up again. Each time going a little higher until I hit that gorgeous formed ass. Her body feels silky smooth under my touch. From her toes to her fingertips, I make sure that no part of her body is left out.

  Her soft moans of pleasure have my dick so hard right now. This is all about Jordan tonight. Those sounds escaping her mouth tell me I’m doing something right.

  With a new found confidence, I instruct her to roll over onto her back, and my cock aches at the site of those beautiful tips perked and on display. I have to force myself to start at her feet, all I want to do is jump straight to caressing those breasts and that bare plump pussy. Oh, my girl likes it clean and bare. Better for her to feel every inch of me when I am finally able to fill her up.

  What? When did she become ‘my girl’? I guess it was from that first moment her perfect peach was waving in my face.

  Her legs are firm and her hip bones beg me to grab them and insert my dick in between. Man, this is harder than I thought it would be. So, I move up
to those peeks, and find that they are a nice fit for my large hands to cup around and squeeze the nipples. As I squeeze lightly, her back arches off the table, seeking more, which I’m more than happy to give.

  I tease them for a while and roam back south, massaging as I go, this time moving inside her thighs and grazing her pussy with the outside of my hand and back down, repeating until I see her leaking out, and her core is begging for my touch.

  Coming to her lower mid-section with a flat palm down, I rub to cover her clit and apply pressure there, as I insert one finger into her pussy, then two. She’s so tight, and with my fingers pumping in and out, continuing the pressure on her clit, her breathing starts to increase. I know she’s close, but I’m not done with her, and I pull out and massage south again to her feet.

  She groans in frustration wanting more. Her face looks beautiful with her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of my hands. Empowerment washes over me, and I am encouraged to continue. She’s loving this and this is exactly the thank you I wanted to give her.

  Each time I rub her body all over, repeating the same paths my hands just visited, my cock gets impossibly harder each time they slide over her body. This is her time, and my needs will have to wait. I want to feel her body pulse around my fingers and twitch under my palm. Her hands are not the only extremely strong hands here.

  With that thought, I’m on a mission to see what her full body looks like as she’s cumming at the touch of my hands. I glide one more time over her well-oiled breasts, slow and straight down to her pleasure spot. I massage her clit with slow circles until she’s panting, and I flatten my palm directly on the bundle of nerves, holding pressure there. Her back is trying to come off the table, but she’s holding it firm. I insert one finger, and as I enter a second, she places her feet flat on the table, spreading her legs wide to invite me in.

  What a beautiful sight. Her body’s position gives me access to see how she reacts to the back door. So, I gently take my other oiled hand and rub circles around her tight hole, but I do not press into her and enter, just continue to stimulate the area. She responds with a moan or plea, but I’m too lost to tell. This will definitely be explored more at a later time. Right now, I have to make my girl cum, hopefully as hard as I do at the touch of her hands.

  Two fingers in, palm friction on her clit, I rapidly move my fingers in and out, knowing I’m hitting her g-spot each time I enter. Her sounds and breathing increase, I know she’s right there, and I continue exactly what I’m doing until I feel a gush of warm cum on my fingers. I follow her lead, as she did me, and keep pumping, and I’m soon rewarded with a second orgasm.

  Satisfaction, gorgeous.

  The scene before me is breathtaking - watching her chest rise and fall trying to grab air and calm her breathing, feeling her inner walls pulse around my fingers. I leave my hands where they are, letting her pussy milk my fingers until they are no longer being squeezed.

  When her breathing is under control, I pull my fingers out and lick them. Her droopy eyes watch me with a small smile. I take a towel and clean her, cover her with a sheet and whisper to rest for just a little while as I turn the lights completely off. The only light left comes from the stairwell lights that illuminate the stairs. Immediately I have to go straight upstairs to take a shower and fix this raging hard on with my own massage, using all the memories of the way Jordan feels under my touch.

  14

  Jordan

  A soft kiss wakes me, and I don’t want to move. My body feels amazing and completely relaxed. I’ve never felt like this before. Totally spent.

  “Hello, peaches,” he says softly, tucking the loose strands of hair behind my ears. “How are you feeling? I’ve never given a massage before, I hope it was okay.”

  That makes me smile. We’ve spent many hours together during this last week, but what does any of it mean past tomorrow? Will I ever see him again?

  My heart hurts at that thought, but this is his life and his career, and he can’t just give that up to stay home and play house with a girl he barely knows. The same goes for me. This is my life and my career, and I have to suck it up and get back to reality. If he passes all the physical test tomorrow, the job is done.

  “You did an amazing job, Tyler. Thank you.”

  “No, thank you for all that you have done, Jordan. My back feels great, and that is all because of you.”

  Sitting up, I hold the sheet close to me and scan the room for my clothes as the sadness sinks even deeper. My clothes are all over the floor, and I hop down to retrieve them. “Jordan, do you want to take a shower and wash the oil off before you get dressed.”

  “Actually, that would be great. I’ll run up and get cleaned up as you get ready down here for your last massage.”

  I return a few minutes later, and Tyler is lying on the table and ready. With every pass of my hand over his body, my sadness increases. I really have enjoyed myself this week, being here with him, secluded to our own little world. Now, we have to get back to reality, and I have to go back to complete focus on building my business.

  Yeah, these last several days were nice, and offered a good break from the constant pressure of scheduling and appointments in order to get the bills paid, but it was a fairytale, and life is not actually like that. I did enjoy it while it lasted, and I certainly enjoyed Tyler’s company as well.

  I set the timer one final time for him to rest, and go upstairs to get his drinks. Reaching the top step a tear escapes, and I quickly swipe it away. This is a job, and I need to remind myself of that. As I sit on the stool and try to put this job in the right perspective, I can’t help but reminisce on the week.

  I must of lose track of time, and miss hearing the alarm going off, because large arms wrap around me from behind and warm lips caress my neck.

  My stool is being turned to face him, and he gently grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. Only a towel is tide around his waist, and hot damn this view from behind is a sight to behold. Not saying a word, he ushers me up the other flight of stairs, through his spacious room, and into the bathroom. He turns the shower head on, and reaches for my scrub top, removing it slowly over my head, not stopping until I’m completely naked. Lastly, he drops his towel as we kiss and guides us both under the warm spray.

  The kiss is broken allowing him to reach for the shelf to grad the soap and a wash cloth. He lathers up the cloth and bathes me, so sensual and caring, it brings tears to my eyes again. I’m not ready for this connection with Tyler to end. I’m glad we are in the shower, and he can’t see the emotional affect this is causing. It’s wrecking me on the inside.

  Once he finishes cleaning, he rinses and leaves a trail of kisses along my shoulders and chest, taking special time around each breast. My body is a wound up bundle of nerves, ready to explode.

  I want to return the favor, and grab the cloth from him lathering it up again. I begin at his shoulders and work my way methodically down his rock hard body. When I am satisfied that he is thoroughly clean from the massage oil, I rinse him off leaving a trail of kisses as he did me and drop to my knees taking in his impressive size.

  “Fuck, Jordan,” he breaks the silence in a growl. “I need you.”

  Without warning, he shuts off the water, grabs a large towel, wraps it around me and picks me up at the same time.

  I yelp in surprise, and scold him for not being careful with his back. “Tyler, put me down, you have to watch your back.”

  “I will put you down, in my bed,” he replies and drops me on top of his soft king size platform bed.

  Reaching into his nightstand, he pulls out a condom and offers it to me in a silent question, asking me if we will continue this or if I will shut him down. He stands there in front of me, waiting for my next actions.

  My answer comes by way of ripping the packet open with my teeth and leaning forward to cover him. A low moan of relief is his reply.

  “We have to be careful with your back.”

  “We will be, don’t worry,” he s
ays and kisses me to push me back, so he can climb on the bed and set up between my open legs. He’s a huge guy, but he naturally fits there, and I love the feeling of his warmth.

  He removes the towel to worship my breast, at the same time, he inserts a finger into my waiting pussy making sure I am ready to take him.

  “I can’t wait any longer, peaches.”

  “Me either, I need you, Tyler.”

  With those words, he lines himself up to my center and slowly works back and forth until he is seated fully inside of me, filling me up to the fullest. He pauses there and lets my body adjust to his size.

  His warm breath and kisses along my neck has me moving my hips, needing more of him. As I ask with my body, his body answers, knowing what I need even without any words being spoken. Sliding in and out in sync, my hips meet his with every thrust. His slick body rubbing against mine, and the peeks of my sensitive nipples brushing his chest make me so tense, I’m ready to explode.

  “Give it to me,” is a whisper in me ear that sends me reeling to ecstasy.

  “Fuck, Tyler!”

  The screaming of his name and my pussy milking his dick sends him over, yelling my name right back. He collapses with his full weight on me, and I am immediately concerned that he is hurt again.

  “Oh my god, Tyler. Are you okay?”

  He chuckles lightly into my neck and replies, “I’m more than fucking okay. That was amazing.”

  Reassuring me with a kiss, he rolls off of me to throw the condom away, and returns to clean both of us up with the towel.

  I shift under the covers while he’s gone, and as he climbs in bed, he pulls my back to his chest to hold me close.

  “That was amazing, Tyler," I whisper, and kiss his hand that is holding mine before closing my eyes to let sleep come.