by Naomi Niles
“Really?” I asked her with a grin.
She grinned up at me and winked. “Really,” she whispered. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched her step through a different door than the one we came in. I was kind of in shock that she not only agreed to this, but she wanted to play. For a few seconds, I considered the possibility of her leaving me here stripped down and taking off, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t her style. I started stripping off my clothes, using the table to hold onto as I did. I was slow and kept expecting her to come back in, but by the time I was completely nude, she still hadn’t shown back up.
The anxiety crept in again just a little bit as I lay face down on the massage table. I put my face in the hole in the table and stared down at the floor until I heard the click of the door. I started to lift my head, but she flipped off the light and said, “Don’t, stay comfortable.” She flipped on another light, a small one, and flipped on the CD player, allowing smooth jazz to waft through the room. I felt her hands suddenly on my back and for the next several minutes, she rubbed, squeezed, and manipulated every muscle in my back. My hard cock was boring a hole into the leather beneath me as she massaged her way down my spine. I’d come here hoping for a quickie in the therapy room…and five minutes in, she was already surpassing my wildest dreams.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AMBER
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It had always been a fantasy of mine – and Kyle was my new favorite fantasy. I’d come back to work this week with a promise to myself that Kyle and I were going to be strictly business, but by yesterday afternoon, I felt like I was going to explode. I’d gone home and taken a long, hot bubble bath. Kyle was right about my memories and whether I touched myself when I remembered him. I had brought myself to orgasm in the bathtub three times and once more in bed. When he propositioned me today, there was no way I had the willpower to say no.
I reached up on the shelf behind me and picked out one of the scented oils that had a deeply male fragrance. I poured some of it into my good hand and started at the base of his spine, just above the swell of his super sexy ass, working the oil into his muscles all the way up to his neck. I could see him keep flexing his hips and knew his cock must have been throbbing.
I finished his back and neck and poured a little more oil in my hand. I started on his butt and I slowly and deeply worked the muscles there. He arched his back and pulled his legs in just slightly. I could tell the sexual frustration was getting to him. I worked my ways down the tops of his thighs to his knees and back up the other side, stopping just short of touching any of his swollen parts. He groaned and tried to wiggle down – his body language was begging me to touch his cock, but I wanted to tease him just a little bit more.
“Roll over, Kyle.” He used his strong arms and quickly flipped himself over on his back. When he saw that I was naked, his throbbing hard cock actually twitched. He reached for one of my nipples and I let him grab it and roll it between his fingers. I love the way he touches me, and I love the reverent look in his eyes when he looks at me. I smiled wickedly at him as I reached for different oil. This one was flavored, and I knew it was there because I’d given it to our massage therapist Linda as a joke. She told me she kept it on the shelf just in case a “tasty” one came in.
I poured some in my hand and then I slowly spread it all over my breasts while he watched. It was hot touching myself in front of him, but mostly it was hard massaging with only one hand, I needed some help. Once my breasts were all lubed up, I bent over and let them rub across his chest.
“Oh, baby…” My hard nipples bore into his skin as I began a sensuous massage using only my breasts and nipples. I worked them down one side of his body, adjusting my body to let his cock slide between them as I pressed them together. My tits were soaked in the silky oils, and he was mumbling sexy things under his breath as his cock slid in between them.
I continued on down and massaged one of his legs with them, moving all the way down to his feet. “Jesus Christ, Amber… You’re going to kill me.” I grinned and moved around so that I was right above his head. When I bent forward to let my breasts rub against his cheeks and lips, he opened his mouth and caught one. He immediately started sucking and licking, even biting down slightly on my engorged nipples. He definitely knew what to do with his tongue. I let him pleasure me like that for a while before I pulled back and returned to the other end of the table by his feet. I used my good arm to wedge his legs apart, and I started massaging the inner muscles there. God, I love touching him…he’s so hot.
His cock was as hard as a rock and when I leaned in even more and pressed my tongue right at the base of it, he nearly jumped off the table. “Jesus Christ!” I grinned and moved on. I let my tongue probe down between his sexy, muscular thighs and up along the crevice between them and his heavy balls. He groaned and gasped as I licked my way up to the tip of his cock. I opened my lips and let it slide into my mouth, and then I sucked the whole thing in down to the back of my throat. He bucked his hips up off the table and twisted his fingers up in my hair as I kept working his cock with my lips and tongue, each suck ending with him resting at the base of my throat.
After a while, I raised my head and told him, “Bring your pillow and lay down on the sheet in the floor.” He didn’t bat an eye before he slid off the table. I was afraid he would fall, so I helped him to the floor and onto his back, and then I moved up to his head and lowered my pussy down onto his face.
He was quick on the uptake and within seconds, his hot tongue was licking and probing. I moved back and forth, helping him pleasure me. He worked that amazing tongue from one end of me to the other as my thighs quivered and my heart beat so fast I thought it might explode. Then he bit down on my clit, and I literally screamed out his name as he held it there between his teeth and began sucking and licking. My orgasm was approaching fast and when it hit me, it was like a ton of bricks. I had to drop forward onto his body because I was shaking so hard that I couldn’t sit up straight. I could hardly breathe. He was going to kill me…literally.
When I could move again, I turned around and straddled him. I lowered my lips to his and we attacked each other. We kissed and pawed at each other hungrily like we were both starving for it and we had to have all of each other all at once. While our lips were locked in a passionate, tongue-tangling kiss, I raised up enough to allow his hard cock to slip inside of me. We moaned into each other as he reached down and grabbed my hips and began thrusting up into me. I thrust my hips down as he thrust up and we finally calmed down a bit and found a comfortable rhythm. He broke our hungry kiss and burrowed his face into my neck where he began to kiss, lick, and suck, working his way down until he reached my breasts. He used his tongue to circle first one and then the other nipple and flick across it as I whimpered and moaned. He pushed into me deeper and harder as he pleasured my breasts.
“Kyle…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Just…oh God, Kyle…so good…” I felt him grin into me as his pace picked up even more. I felt another orgasm building up all the way from my toes. I cried out his name again, and he brought his face back up to look into my eyes and then he whispered my name before I felt his body go tight and his hands dig into my skin. That put me over the edge and we came together, panting and gasping and writhing in the oil that our bodies were both covered in now.
I shook and quivered, and once the high had passed and I lay comfortably in his arms, the regrets began to slip in. Dylan was still in rehab. He’d been there for almost two weeks and he was doing great. He thought that I’m waiting for him. Kyle shifted underneath me and I felt his hands come up and take my face in them. He brought his lips sweetly to mine and that warmth spread through me, obliterating all thoughts of Dylan – for the time being.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KYLE
Amber and I didn’t talk about us. We didn’t talk about Dylan. We just continued on with life as usual for the next two months, except for Friday
afternoons when she would schedule me for five o’clock and we’d spend an hour or two after everyone left having wild, incredibly hot sex in the massage room. I was getting stronger and we’d experiment with a different position each time. I liked to think of it as extra therapy. The only one I talked to about it was Greg and, of course, he thought the whole thing was a great idea. I refused to let myself think about what would happen when I finished my therapy in another month – or when Dylan finished rehab. I hadn’t asked her, so I had no idea when that might be.
For now I was happy and for the first time in my life, I allowed myself to do something without considering the repercussions or its effect on my future. I moved back into my loft at the end of the second month after my surgery, against Sarah’s wishes. I was used to doing things my sister disapproved of, though, so that was okay. Dad was supportive. I got a full nod out of him when I mentioned it.
I walk with a cane now and I’m much steadier on my feet. Michael handed over the new account to me, and I worked from home for now on the designs for the new building the company wanted. If these kept going well, I’ll go back to the office after I finish my therapy. As it is now, I communicate with the owner via Skype and I keep myself so busy that most of the time, Sarah doesn’t even have time to nag me about anything. I honestly think if life stayed this way forever, I could live with it just fine – for the most part.
This morning as I worked on my computer, I got a call that just might change the course of all of that.
“Hi, Kyle, this is Brenda from Dr. Grant’s office.”
“Hi, Brenda, what’s up?”
“Dr. Grant would like to know if you can come into the office this afternoon.”
“This afternoon? Okay…can you tell me what this is about?” After my surgery, I saw them once a week for a while, but after they took out the staples, I only had to go in once a month for my scans. The doctor told me that with all tumors there was a possibility of re-occurrence. He said if they got it all during surgery there was less of a chance, but when he removed mine there was a small part that had attached itself to too many nerve endings and blood vessels to safely remove. We did the scans routinely just to make sure it wasn’t growing. My first scan had been all clear last month. I had the second one yesterday. Her asking me to come in today freaked me out a little bit.
“The doctor wants to talk to you, Kyle.” I had figured she wouldn’t tell me anything on the phone, but it was worth a shot.
With a resigned sigh I said, “Okay, what time?” I still wasn’t allowed to drive. Although my coordination was a hell of a lot better than it was, it still wasn’t quite up to par.
“How is one o’clock?” I looked at the clock. It was ten now.
“Okay, that will work.” I hung up and called Greg. “Hey are you busy this afternoon?”
“Yeah, man, I’m sorry. I have a new client and I have to meet with her about doing some cabinets for her kitchen. Is everything okay?” I guess he could hear the anxiety in my voice. I hadn’t let myself think of the possibility of it returning – until now. I was trying to keep from completely freaking out by telling myself if it was growing again, I’d have symptoms. I hadn’t had a headache in over a month and everything else was great. There must be another reason he wants to see me.
“Yeah, it’s fine. I just have a doctor’s appointment, but I’m sure Sarah will take me. If not, I can take a cab or Uber.”
“Are you sure? I can try to reschedule…”
“Nah, don’t do that. I’ll find a ride. Thanks, man.”
I hung up and waited a beat before I pressed Sarah’s number. I really didn’t want to ask her. She took me for my scan yesterday, so her imagination would go wild when I told her they wanted to see me today. I changed my mind about calling her and I was about to just schedule an Uber when the phone rang. It was Amber. I stared at it for a few moments and wondered why she was calling me. She never called me, and I never called her. Like I said, we had our Friday afternoon trysts and that was it...if you didn’t count the hundred times a day I thought about her…and the dreams…
“Hello?”
“Hi, Kyle.”
“Hey, beautiful, what’s up?” her voice sounded serious.
“I thought I should let you know… Dylan’s being discharged today.”
I hesitated. I wanted to be very careful what I said here. I wanted to say, Screw him, who cares, move in with me, I love you…shit! Finally, I went with, “So…what does this mean for us?”
She sounded like she might be crying as she said, “I don’t know yet. He’s clean and he has been for two months now. He did everything I asked him to do. I, on the other hand, did not. I’m so torn here, Kyle. I feel like I owe him something…and I feel like I owe you, too.”
She “owes” me something? What the fuck is that? Is that all this is to her? “You don’t owe me anything.” That came out in a harsher tone than I had planned, but suddenly, my insides were in turmoil.
“That’s not what I meant. I feel like… I don’t want to lose you, Kyle. But the deal I made with Dylan was if he did this, we’d at least try again.”
The anxiety I was feeling just a while ago boiled and turned into a sudden blast of anger. “I’ve spent the last two months pretending, Amber. I pretend that you’re mine and I don’t have to share you with anyone or give you up at the end of this ‘trial’ period you seem to have me on… But this is where the rubber hits the road and you’re the one who has to decide what you want. I’m done pretending, so let me know what it’s going to be.”
“I want you,” she whispered. “But…”
I was over-wrought emotionally. I couldn’t take any more of this. “When you can say that to me without any buts, Amber, call me and if I’m still around, we’ll talk. Until then, I can’t do this. I’m not going to share you with him.”
“I’m not asking anyone to share – and what does that mean…‘if I’m still around?’ Are you okay?”
I hung up. I didn’t owe her an explanation. I didn’t owe her anything. I was pissed and there was no telling what I might say if I stayed on that phone. Apparently, I had bigger fish to fry, anyhow. I called my sister and told her I needed a ride and then I spent the next two and a half hours wondering how a few phone calls could cause the pendulum that controlled my life to swing from one end to the other that quickly.
*******
“Kyle, the radiologist sent over the report on your scan yesterday.” I was in the doctor’s private office. I made Sarah stay in the lobby. That was quite a feat.
“Is the tumor back?”
“It’s growing,” he said. Everything inside of me quivered. “The tissue we left behind has taken hold and has begun to spread.”
Fuck. I sucked in a deep breath. “So, why am I not having symptoms?”
“Because it’s small and it’s just beginning to grow.”
“Can we stop it…or take it out?”
“Well, this one is a little bit different than the one we took out. The tissue was left in there in the first place because of vascularization. That means it was tangled up in your blood vessels and too dangerous for us to try and remove. It’s only gotten more entangled as it’s grown-”
“Why didn’t we see this on the last scan?” I interrupted.
“Like I told you, it’s still small, but it’s growing. In the last scan, it still only looked like residual tissue. So, as I was saying, surgery won’t be an option here. But one very good option we do have is radiation therapy.”
“Like shooting moonbeams into my head?” He laughed. I wasn’t trying to be funny.
“Yeah, like that. We can have you see the radiological oncologist and he’ll talk to you about the options and how many treatments he thinks you’ll need – and a prognosis.”
“Prognosis as in how long I have left to live?”
“Kyle, this tumor is not in a life threatening place – yet. If it continues to grow, there is a chance that it will wrap itself around your brai
n stem and affect your vital functions such as breathing. So, that’s why we need to make sure we don’t let that happen. You’re very lucky that we caught it so soon.”
Lucky was not how I felt at the moment. Pissed, sorry for myself, scared…I was feeling a lot of things, but not lucky at all.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AMBER
“Do you want pizza tonight?” Dylan was yelling at me from the other room. I just walked through the door. Kyle hadn’t shown up for therapy for the second week in a row. He wouldn’t answer my calls or my texts… I was worried about him and didn’t know what to do.
“I don’t care.” I tossed my purse and keys down on the table and sat down. As I was taking off my shoes, Dylan came out from the kitchen with his phone pressed to his ear. He had on a pair of jeans, but no shirt and no shoes. He hadn’t shaved in almost a week and his belly was starting to hang over the front of his pants. He’d traded in his alcohol and drug addiction for food and television.
“Pepperoni?”
“I don’t care.” He made a face and finished ordering his pizza, with stuffed crust and breadsticks.
“What’s wrong with you?” he said after he hung up.
“Nothing.”
He waited like he thought I was going to say something else. When I didn’t he said, “Seems like something.” He sat down next to me. He smelled like the horses.
“When was the last time you took a shower?”
He made another face, but to his credit, he didn’t say what I knew he had to be thinking… I was being a bitch. “This morning, why?”
“You smell like your horse.”
He actually smelled himself and then he said, “I was petting her when I went out to feed her. I’ll take another shower before bed. Did you have a rough day?”