by Rosemary Rey
“What’s that?” I asked intrigued.
“I warmed up some coconut oil to give you a massage.”
“Hmm. I’ve never had a massage by a hot guy before.” I purred.
“Well, we’re about to change that. I’ll be the only ‘hot guy’ to give you routine massages. You deserve to be pampered.” He offered. I smiled.
He sat on the bed, squeezed some oil into his hand and rubbed together after putting the bottle on the night stand. The bed dipped lower when Matt knelt beside me and started massaging my shoulders. An involuntary moan escaped my mouth when he kneaded my shoulders. I had so much tension since learning the truth, and I needed a stress reliever. His large hands were just the tool needed to rub up and down my body. Matt straddled my body at the waist, facing my head. The extra pressure of his body on mine further awakened my libido. He simultaneously rubbed the tension out in each of my arms then concentrated on rubbing one arm at a time. I felt completely relaxed and at ease, purring my contentment when he manipulated the kinks out of the right spots.
After pouring more oil on his hands, Matt massaged my lower back, pressing above my hips and squeezing the mounds of my ass. I felt moist with need, refusing to beg as he warned I would do. I wanted him inside of me, and needed him in deep, but I was not interested in giving up all of my control. As he worked, I heard low moans and groans escape his mouth. Matt maneuvered his body to face my feet while still straddling my back. His hot, heavy sack lay on my spine. His hard cock resting near the cleavage of my ass, pulsating with need as his thumbs slick with oil spread my cheeks open. The tips of his thumbs glided over my tight opening, and my clit throbbed. I rubbed my face on the soft white cotton comforter, biting the quilting to prevent calling out his name. My legs opened slightly, allowing him to slide his fingers in deeper into my folds. He groaned when he felt my cream and he slid his fingers back and forth across my folds.
“You’re so wet. Always ready for me. I want you so bad, babe.” He dipped his long finger into my channel. I gasped at how slow he entered me and wriggled it in a circular motion, prepping me for another digit. When his second finger entered me, I arched my back and raised my bottom upward seeking him to enter deeper.
Matt pulled out his fingers. I heard a sucking motion. “You taste so good, baby. I needed a little sample of your sweet nectar.” I moaned as he lifted off my body. I felt the cool air rush over my prickled skin, replacing the heat of his cock. Instantly, I missed his body on mine. The squeeze of the bottle warned me he was going to continue the massage. I heated with frustration, wondering when he would take me. If he required me to beg, I was very close to breaking my rule. Having never been pampered before, I wanted more of his love and affection. After years of disconnect from my ex-husband, it was nice to be nurtured.
Matt continued massaging the back of my thighs. It was torture, and I rocked and writhed seeking some relief from the pressure in my loins. I felt a sharp sting on my ass cheek.
“Ow! What was that for?” I whined at his quick slap.
“You’re trying to make yourself come. The only way you’re going to come is me fucking you with my dick, long and hard.”
“Then do it already.” I spat.
He laughed, “You’re not ready, baby.”
“I can guarantee that I am, Matt. Just fuck me . . . now!”
“Soon. I need you nice and relaxed. Just lie there and be still. Let me take care of you.”
“Your freakin’ torturing me, Matt. I didn’t sign up for this.”
“Baby, I’m making sure you know I won’t rush anything between us.”
I looked up and narrowed my eyes at him, “Um. Like a marriage in thirty days because you signed over your fortune, isn’t putting a ‘rush’ on things.” I retorted.
“I’m just proceeding with the inevitable. I knew I was going to marry you the first night you slept in my bed.”
“Bullshit, Matt. You did not. We didn’t even do anything that night.” I whispered.
“No, we didn’t. As much as I wanted to fuck you, I just wanted to keep you at my place forever. I want your warm body next to me for the rest of our lives. Every day, I’ll make it my mission to make everything up to you.” My heart melted at his words and it filled with even more adoration. Matt was working hard to change my feelings of mistrust. I had to bend a little and allow us to work through our differences.
While kneeling at the foot of the bed, Matt massaged my ankles, working slowly up my calves to the back of my thighs again. I did feel a lot more relaxed and was content until he straddled my knees and kneaded my ass again. Suddenly, I felt his tongue glide up the crevice. My head lifted, and I gasped with surprise and desire. Moaning my need, he parted my cheeks and licked the cleft, pushing his tongue at the tight ring he’d manipulated earlier. I’d never let Ben take me there. He’d tried to convince me many times, but I was adamant his underwhelming penis would never gain entry in such a taboo spot. I never considered letting Matt enter the ‘forbidden zone’, but after tonight’s minimal convincing, my lower body involuntarily arched to give him access. My only worry was his length and girth were significantly larger than average, and I feared my body would deny him entry.
Excited for him to push me past my limits, I asked for ‘more’ and offered little noises of approval and delight. Matt pulled back and lifted away from my rear. ‘Son of a bitch’ was all I could scream in my head.
“I want to fuck your ass, but not tonight, baby.” I cursed internally at his restraint and resolve. “Turn over.” With the command, I prayed he would release me. I turned over, and he reached for the oil again. I grunted in frustration. Matt grinned.
“You suck.” I groaned.
“I will in a little bit.” He grinned. “I’ve only heard ‘you’re so good’, ‘fuck me’, and ‘I want you . . . now’.” He mimicked. Matt crawled up my body and kissed me deeply. His tongue jabbed into my hungry mouth. I pulled him down to lay on me, crushing me with his weight. He pushed up and held himself up with his forearms.
“You always want me, don’t you?” He whispered. I nodded, unable to catch my breath from our lingering, deep kisses. Our tongues linked as we looked into each other’s eyes. He looked so beautiful and masculine. It was obvious we were two people in love.
“I love you.” I said to him as I stared deeply into his eyes. He gave me a hard, deep kiss, pressed his forehead to mine and whispered he loved me too. I detected a strangled sob behind his soft reply. I rubbed his arm. My foot stroked and pressed on his calf as I writhed upward. His cock nestled within my cleft. I moaned, desperately wanting him to enter me. “Fuck me.” I asked.
“Not yet.” He replied. Matt kissed and nipped at my jaw, making his way down to my neck, and suckled my neck. I struggled underneath him, refusing his mark by turning my head to gently push his head away. I tried to turn him over, knowing I didn’t have the strength and he wouldn’t relinquish the control.
He rose up and knelt over me. With his free hand, he pulled my leg under his leg and repeated the motion with my other leg. He enclosed my legs, trapping them beneath him. I caressed his thighs as he straddled me. I stroked my fingers lightly up toward his erect cock. He hissed at my touch.
“Put your arms over your head.” He commanded through gritted teeth. My heart leapt at his gruff directive, and I lifted my hands upward; fingers barely able to hook into the slats of the headboard. I placed my palms together, anticipating bracing myself for what I’d hoped he’d have to offer.
I closed my eyes when I heard him squeeze more oil onto his hands. It felt like torture. Now, I understood what I’d put him through many times before when I held him off from an orgasm. Matt’s hands massaged my neck, kneading my collarbone with his thumbs. His slickened hands dragged down my chest until his fingers strummed my nipples. I moaned and wriggled underneath him as he tweaked each nipple, and plumped and pulled at my breasts. A growl escaped his lips as he writhed in short pulses over me. His sack scraped against my belly but
ton. Warm droplets of precum dripped onto my upper abdomen. All I wanted to do was to lower my arms and jerk him until he needed to enter me and find his release. Selfishly, I wanted to achieve my own.
My folds were slick with arousal. If his body weren't in the way and he hadn’t commanded me to put my hands over my head, I would’ve fingered myself to bring relief. My knees rubbed involuntarily, causing an upsurge in sensation on my clit. Matt must’ve felt my trying to come, and he released one of my breasts and stilled my pelvis with the palm of his hand. The weight he settled on me stopped my writhing. I was startled by the ‘tsk’ sound he made to reprimand me. My eyes opened to see his brow furrowed and eyes darkened with need.
“Come on, Babe. You’ve put this off long enough. I want you.” I said urgently. I went to touch him. He recoiled.
“Do you just want me to fuck you or do you want something more meaningful? I can fuck you until you scream or I can make love to you until you cry. Which do you want?” He asked.
He shocked me into silence. My arm returned to its previous position. I stopped moving, summoning all the inner strength I could muster to refrain from disappointing him again. I pursed my lips and closed my eyes tight as he returned to massage the flesh at my rib cage. His strong hands gripped my waist. His fingers traced my soft, round belly. Circling my belly button with his index finger, I licked my lips as electricity surged through my body.
Matt kissed my neck, and trailed kisses around my chest to my breasts. I arched, connecting our torsos as he licked and suckled my breasts. I refrained from touching him as he kept his head at my breast. His mouth lowered down my soft belly, delivering kisses while he took a path leading to my mound. His hands continued to firmly grip my breasts, tweaking my nipples and tracing my areola with his fingers. It felt like torture instead of the pleasure Matt intended to give me.
I marveled at his physical self-control. My insecurities started lingering in the forefront, questioning how many times he may have done his with other women. I had no point of reference to his sexual experiences. The only thing I could go on was his expert ways of making love to me. He was good; a little too good. Knowing where to touch at the right moment, saying the right things and claiming at the precise second I could no longer wait, made me realize how lucky I was to have found a man so sexually liberated.
Widening my legs, Matt prepared to indulge in my juices. He licked and suckled, spreading me as he dipped his tongue inside of me. My clit was engorged and sensitive as he tended to it. His beard scratched my folds, making me writhe upwards to feel it rougher on my delicate flesh. I cried out, clutching the pillows. Seeking something to hold onto, I looked to watch him in between my legs. He held me with his strong arms, preventing me from clutching his skull with my thick thighs. I couldn’t help but run my fingers through his hair, keeping him there as I writhed. Our eyes locked when he looked upwards. He grinned, and pulled away. Again, he prevented my release.
Stalking up my body, he laid beside me. I turned so our bodies could touch. “Do you want to get on top?” He asked, knowing I preferred getting my release first. I didn’t want to be selfish after all he gave me.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I just want to make love to you.” We kissed. He climbed over me, and entered me gently. Our bodies moved slowly and rhythmically. I couldn’t contain the sounds of pleasure he elicited. Hearing the sounds he made at our coupling, made me delight in knowing I pleased him. I selfishly took my pleasure many times when we were intimate, but the moment was for him. His thrusts became more hurried. Knowing he was pushing himself over the edge, made me arrive at the crest of my peak, and we met our climax together.
Matt lowered over me and turned to lay us on our sides. He remained nestled inside of me. Our breathing synchronized, as we gave soft pecks on each other’s soft lips. My flesh pimpled when he caressed my body. We started to drift off to sleep, but I shivered, making him alert again. Matt rose up and stood up off the bed. He brought the corner of the bedding over so I could slide in. We nestled within the covers, and slept with him clutching me. I felt more rested and safe than I’d ever had before, knowing I was reunited with the man I loved.
SIX
On Thursday morning, Matt woke me up early, anticipating a rough commute. There was no time to make love or eat breakfast. Our drive into the city was lengthened by the commuting traffic into Boston. I was tired, but thoroughly satisfied from our passionate night. Having been an hour late to work, I went straight to the office. A couple of tours in the morning started my day, and I had to be sociable and energetic when I was a bit foggy, tired, and sore.
Because it was almost the end of the month, I had a busy day with compiling reports consisting of membership updates and financial information. I was buried deep in paperwork, and was in my own little world of concentration despite the looming signature of the prenup with Matt the next morning. Turner called to inform me we had reached an agreement on all issues with the prenuptial contract. After our romantic encounter the night before, I was ready to put behind me Pentagon’s role in ruining my marriage and taking Liberty Inn. I wanted to start anew with him. Matt proved he loved me. He sacrificed everything to bring me back, and I had to see this through.
In the afternoon, after a light lunch in the break room, I returned to my office to find Brady standing in front of the closed door. Immediately, I felt anxiety and couldn’t imagine what he was doing in my work place. My heart beat furiously in my chest. Knowing he took part in destroying my marriage to Ben and working with Aida to take over their family business, I didn’t want him within a million yards of me. I quickly figured he wanted to confront me about Matt’s gift of the Pentagon shares, which Matt signed over to me in contemplation of our marriage.
“Can I help you?” I asked in a professional, but indifferent tone. Brady’s eyes lingered over my figure, raking in my body from toe to head, remaining about my breasts. I cursed myself for wearing the wrap dress Matt had packed. He had a more demure option, which I ignored for the light fabric of the wrap dress. My cleavage was on full display. I could swear he licked the bottom of his lips as his mouth curled into a smile. I refrained from curling my lips in disgust.
“Perla, how are you? I’m hoping to have a moment of your time.”
“Listen, if this is about my relationship with Matt, it really . . .”
“Why don’t we go into your office to talk?” I nodded. He gave me space to unlock the office door, but remained uncomfortably close. I could hear his inhalations as I fumbled with the lock. When we entered the room, I offered him a seat as he closed the door behind him. Before I could protest being enclosed in the small space with him, he took a seat in front of my desk. I braced myself for whatever he would say or do to make me physically uncomfortable.
“First, I’d like to offer you my sincere sadness in your break up with Matt. I assure you, he’s a good man who had every intention of being a loving boyfriend . . .” I was relieved he thought we were broken up and didn’t know about his offer of Pentagon’s shares and the rest of his fortune. I didn’t want to keep him in my office any longer than necessary.
“Get to the point . . . I’m sorry, what’s your last name?”
He shook his head in surprise and responded with, “Clay.”
“Mr. Clay . . .” He started to interrupt me, and I dismissed him with a raised hand. “My relationship with Matt is no one’s business, but ours.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Perla. And please, call me Brady. You’ll be intimately involved with me since Matt has senselessly given you his shares of our business.” He said with a touch of condescension and irritation, confirming knowledge of Matt’s ‘gift’.
“Mr. Clay, I never asked him to give me anything. Unlike you, he couldn’t disengage from the feelings he caught when he fucked me for the key to Liberty. Some people aren’t assholic enough to use a woman for financial gain and then easily walk away. He made a mistake and fell in love. You should’ve gi
ven him a few pointers before siccing him on me.” I measured my tone. I wanted to get my message across, but I didn’t know what kind of character I was dealing with. Brady had an edge to him, the ferocity of a businessman. He was confident and arrogant. I never felt comfortable around him and I needed to show him I could handle him or any man like him.
“Unfortunately, I didn’t sic him on you. I was gladly willing to take on the role, but divine intervention saw to your needing a doctor. Matt made the decision to pursue you without discussion. I can see why he likes you.” He snorted and smiled lasciviously. I didn’t find the humor. “You like to take control and don’t seem to have a problem telling people how you feel. You just tell people what you think and deal with the consequences later, don’t you?” My eyes narrowed at him.
I shook my head, dismissing his assessment of me. “Again, Mr. Clay, how can I help you?”
“To the point . . .” He sat back and stared straight through me with his piercing green eyes. “I don’t want you to marry Matt. I want you to keep the shares and property he gave you.” I was stunned. I wasn’t expecting him to request I keep twenty percent of the company he and his friends created.
“Of all people in this equation, I would’ve thought you would want me to marry him and restore your evil wizard clan.” He took a moment, and laughed uproariously.
“You’re very clever. I see why he fell in love with you. You two have the same witty personality.” Brady leaned back in the chair and looked at me before he continued, “Pentagon is a labor of love for all of us. One member can’t throw it all away for a woman. Because of you, Matt found a way to turn his back on what we’ve all built.”
“If I don’t marry Matt, how will you get it back to normal?” I interjected.