by Mika Lane
Focus, girl.
“Mmmm. That’s great,” he murmured.
“I’m so glad you like it. Tell me, Mr. S, is this your first time here?”
“It is,” he affirmed. “I have a couple friends who swear by this place. I’ve been so stressed about work I figured I deserved a little relaxation.”
“You’ve come to the right place.”
“How long have you worked here at Devi’s Bliss?”
“About a year.”
“Where were you before that?”
“East Coast.”
Why did he have to ask that?
Now her head was back in the shit show that used to be her life. She scrunched her eyes closed to shake it off.
Not now.
To change the conversation, she bent close to his ear. “Would you like to turn over now?”
He flipped onto his back without a word, his erect cock bouncing from the movement. Aurora tried but failed to hide another gasp as she regarded sharply defined pecs and six-pack abs that she couldn’t wait to get her hands on. Her gaze moved south, toward the line of hair reaching from his navel to his thick erection. An enormous cock reached nearly to his belly button, the base surrounded by a perfect triangle of hair. His balls relaxed between his strong legs.
Time for the best part of the session.
And to have some fun.
He propped his hands behind his head. A slight smile grew across his face, highlighting a dimpled chin. His dark eyes swept up and down her robe. They paused momentarily at her nipples, straining against her robe’s white fabric. But it was when he met her eyes that the throbbing in her pussy built. Their gazes locked, heating her further.
She repaid him with a Mona Lisa smile as she admired him right back, from his full lips to the darkest of brown eyes framed by impossibly long lashes. Thanks to the oil she’d rubbed into his scalp, his hair stuck out in every direction in one of the most intense cases of bed head she’d ever seen.
Hope he brought a hat.
She reluctantly looked away to wet her palms with more warm oil, wasting no time in delivering it to his considerable chest. Maintaining focus under his intense gaze was no easy feat. Something about him made her twitchy and excited, a feeling she’d nearly forgotten since The Creep Back Home had decimated her heart.
“What’s your name?”
His voice startled her. “I’m Aurora,” she said. “Aurora Rose.”
“Nice name.”
“Thank you. My parents named me after the polar light they saw in Iceland.”
“It’s gorgeous. Just like you.”
Oh, snap. A blazing heat washed over her cheeks.
Did he see that?
He released a contented sigh. His hands shifted from behind his head down to his sides, and he lay back, eyes closed.
With swaying strokes, Aurora’s hands moved from his thighs up to his shoulders and back down, carefully dancing around the rigid cock that made her breath quicken. She bit her lower lip as she brought her hands nearer to it, encircling its base, brushing it with her fingertips. Every time she inched closer, his own breath came a bit faster and his fingers curled into tight grips on the sides of the table.
God, he’s freaking delicious.
“Mr. S?”
“Yes, Aurora?”
“May I?”
He lifted his head from the table to see her hands positioned next to his cock.
“Mmmm,” he said with a smile, and laid his head back down on the table.
Her hands danced around his erection for a moment longer, before she let her fingers float along its considerable length. Her palm smoothed over the straining tip, moist with precum. She slowly closed her fingers around the prominent ridge of the head, leaving him shuddering. Lingering there for a few seconds, she let his need build.
With a few more drops of warm oil coating her fingers, Aurora fully grasped the cock before her. Encircling him completely was impossible due to his girth, but in two strokes, he was slippery and glistening.
“How do you feel, Mr. S?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Mmmm, good.” Those were the only two words he seemed able to manage.
Emboldened, she brought her two hands together on his cock. With fingers interlaced, she crossed her thumbs and created a clasp surrounding his erection. Tightening her hold, her hands pistoned several strokes, slowly at first. Mr. S’s chest rose with deep inhalations. His head rolled from side to side, shaking the massage table, the edges of which he held as if he might go flying off.
And then she stopped, releasing him.
His breath escaped in a loud whoosh, as if he were thankful for the reprieve.
“Mr. S,” she asked softly, “do you mind if I climb up on the table with you?”
He mumbled something she took as consent.
Balancing a knee on the table edge, she hoisted her other leg over him until she was straddling his thighs.
His head popped up to see their new arrangement. The quick motion had spilled open her kimono just enough to allow him a peek of her lace panties and full breasts.
From her new position above him, she grasped his shaft again, this time with more leverage. Stroking with one hand, she took his balls with the other. His eyelids dropped and his breath grew raspy. Aurora’s eyes fell shut, too, as she rocked with the motion of pleasing him.
His sac pulled tighter in her hand, a sure sign his orgasm was close. She stepped up the force of her grip, and no matter how hard she tried, her fingers wouldn’t close around him. A guttural sound erupted from his chest, and semen began to shoot from his pulsating cock.
As he gushed, she leaned forward to catch the spray of cum on her dark brown nipples, hard as small stones and tingling with satisfaction. She shifted in her position over Mr. S’s legs to relieve some of the heat on her own sex, relieved she’d worn panties. They were now as soaked with her pleasure as her tits were streaked with his.
Aurora sat back up, her chest dotted with cum. Eyes locked with Mr. S’s, she smeared his fluid around the swell of her breasts and up to the base of her neck. He observed her with a woozy smile, and when she brought her fingertips to her mouth for a taste, using just the very end of her tongue to savor his saltiness, he released a small moan. She stared back at him, unable break their gaze.
She’d lost track of time until one of the candles sputtered, and the wall clock made the slightest, most unwelcome click.
All good things...
As much as she hated to, it was time to wrap up—the room would be needed for another client. She reluctantly jumped off Mr. S to fetch a warm towel. As she did so, she found she needed to grab the edge of the table in order to steady her wobbly legs.
“Damn. That was freaking amazing.” Still recovering on the table, he ran a hand through his mop of hair. Amazingly, his erection had barely subsided.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, smiling. “I did, too.”
He leaned up on an elbow. “So, Aurora. What do you do when you’re not here at Devi’s?”
“Well...I have a vegetable garden. And I love to ride my bike.”
Boring!
He wrinkled his nose very slightly, and very adorably. “God. Sounds disgustingly healthy.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, no kidding. But I also like to sing.”
“Sing? No kidding! My mom loved to sing. Do you perform anywhere?”
A warm blush crept across her face. “No! No, it’s kind of a hobby. I like karaoke. That sort of thing. Although I was really into it when I was younger.”
“I never could carry a tune, myself, but my mom sure could.”
He sat up on the edge of the table, beautifully nude, his legs in a lovely manspread. To prevent herself from staring, Aurora turned to face the wall to busy herself with massage supplies.
He popped off the table to get his clothes from the stool where he’d left them. That’s when she stole a glance.
Goddamn, that’s a nice ass.
; But she quickly turned back to face the wall, where she continued to tinker with bottles of oil and lotion and clean white towels. “Mr. S, I hope you’ll come see me again.”
That was an understatement.
“I will, if you promise one thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“You’ll stop calling me Mr. S.”
She laughed, folding and refolding already perfectly neat towels. The room’s supplies had reached a new level of organization in the last five minutes.
“I’m happy to, if that’s all right with you. We use code names to protect client privacy. But if you prefer your own name, that’s great.”
“I’m not worried about privacy. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“Then what would you like me to call you?”
“Hale. Hale Saxon.”
She turned and extended her freshly cleaned hand. “It’s a deal, Hale.”
“Thank you, Aurora.”
The day flew by. Aurora couldn’t get Hale out of her head. The attraction she’d felt nibbled away at her like a little pest, throwing her off balance and leaving her thoughts a tangled mess. There was something about him that was safe, an awareness that had eluded her since she had discovered—well, that whole sordid story left behind on the East Coast.
With her last client of the day gone and the treatment room readied for the next therapist, she sank into a cushy armchair in the staff room. Her head leaned back and her eyes fell closed. But her rest lasted barely a moment, interrupted by the door blasting open.
Turned out it was her best friend and fellow masseuse returning from a Twizzlers run.
“Hey.” Isabella dropped her backpack and motorcycle helmet to yank open her locker.
Is she running late again?
“You okay?” she asked, breathlessly, looking at her friend.
Aurora yawned and stretched. “Yeah. It’s been a great day. I’m pooped, though. I need to get in the shower for my second wind.”
Isabella stripped and wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. She shook her long black hair out of its topknot and began finger combing it as she looked at Aurora. “Hey, who was that client you had first thing this morning?”
“New guy. I don’t know anything about him except he had a tattoo of black and white checkered flags on his back. I think it’s a car-racing thing. He asked me to call him by his real name.”
“He was quite the hottie.”
“I agree. I didn’t want him to leave when the session was over.” She laughed. “You know, there was something about him that was just so…oh, I don’t know.”
“What?” Isabella asked.
“I don’t know. Can’t put my finger on it. But I can’t get him out of my mind.” She shook her head.
“Hopefully he’ll be back, then.”
“Yeah. He said he would. Oh, what am I saying? I’m not getting involved with anyone, anyway.”
Isabella rolled her eyes and held out her hand to hoist Aurora from her comfortable seat.
“Get up, girl,” Isabella said.
“Good thing you’re here to pull me out of that chair. I could have gone right to sleep.”
“Hey, we going to karaoke tonight?” Isabella hollered on her way to the shower.
“Oh yeah. I’m bringing my A-game.” Aurora stripped off her robe and panties and grabbed her own fluffy towel.
“You know I’ll be cheering you on.”
“You’d better.”
“Just remember me when you’re a star,” Isabella hollered from the steamy shower.
“I’ll think about it,” Aurora laughed.
Truth be told, it was nearly all she could think about these days. Singing and Devi’s were practically the only things that kept her mind off the drama back East.
A star! If only.
Chapter 2
Back in street clothes, Aurora tucked her mass of corkscrew curls into her bike helmet, pulled on her jean jacket, and steered onto the busy street in front of Devi’s Bliss. She looked over her shoulder at the spa behind her, occupying what used to be a modest home in a blue-collar neighborhood. She loved that over time, all the street’s small houses had been transformed into a quaint strip of shops and restaurants, and had become quite the destination for shopping and eating.
Pedaling along the flat street in the waning evening light, Aurora mentally prepared for the hills ahead. Thanks to the twenty-one gears on her road bike, she could climb without too much trouble. Riding in a steady rhythm, she fell into her thoughts.
Thank god Devi was back at work. She shivered at the thought of her beloved boss/friend/mom-substitute losing her life. The place wasn’t the same during her long convalescence. Everyone had pitched in to keep the place running, and several long weeks later, no one was any worse for the wear. But it had still been stressful.
So thankful.
Aurora’s mind wandered from Devi, back to Mr. S for about the hundredth time. He’d been by far her most memorable client of the day—perhaps of her entire time at Devi’s. The distraction was, well, distracting. It just didn’t happen, at least not to her. After he’d left, she’d stayed behind in the treatment room for a few moments to take care of her own wet, aching self. With closed eyes, imagining his hands on her, she gave herself a whopping orgasm.
She built a slight sweat as she pedaled, and considered him further. There was something beyond his gorgeous, strong body and beautiful face. He was so…self-assured? Could that be it? But not self-assured in a jerk-off, cocky sort of way. He seemed like the kind of guy who would actually ask his date a few interested questions, rather than blather on about himself like some guys did. The word safe danced around her thoughts.
Not that it mattered, really. She was done with guys. Aside from playing, there was no way she’d risk her heart again.
Maybe that’s what it was. She couldn’t put her finger on it. But something had happened, something that hadn’t in a long time. Not since—well, New York.
No, she hadn’t felt safe since spying Ben’s watch in Anna’s handbag—the watch Aurora had gotten him for their anniversary. At first she’d thought, oh isn’t it funny—Ben’s watch fell in Anna’s purse. But before her stupidity gave way to logic, and before she had any concept of how royally she’d been fucked over, Anna’s face had given it all away. Never had an expression told such a complete, sad story of betrayal.
She’d fled New York just to be able to get a decent night’s sleep.
The parents had been supportive. Initially. But now, enough time had passed that their good intentions had run dry. They just didn’t get what held her three thousand miles away from where she’d grown up. What could possibly keep her from the tennis club, their congregation, and the charities they and their friends took such pride in?
And they didn’t hide their confusion. Their calls were regular, and the reminders were constant. And on top of it all were those sickening updates on Ben and Anna’s wonderful new life together…
Come home, come home, come home.
How could they ever expect—
Car tires abruptly screeched behind her, jolting her out of her thoughts, leaving her heart pounding. As she flinched from the terrifying noise, her handlebars jerked, causing the bike’s front wheel to wobble. For a moment she was afraid she was going down. But she regained her balance as her brain went into overdrive in a protective adrenaline rush.
Pedal. Keep pedaling.
The car whipped past her, trying to avoid a collision with a second one. But it swerved too close to Aurora, and nicked her front tire with the corner of its rear bumper. This time she was not able to right her balance. Her wheel, when touched by the car, had come to a complete stop. Unfortunately, her body kept moving. Ass over teakettle, she flew off the bike. It happened in a blink, but while airborne, she saw blue sky, green ground, and then blue sky again. At least it wasn’t the black asphalt she was flying toward for a touchdown.
Shit.
Chapter 3
&n
bsp; Aurora landed with a thump. After making contact with bushes and soft dirt, she slid and rolled several times until she and her helmeted head slammed against the wooden slats of a fence, like a bug on a windshield. She held still, trying to catch her breath, heart pounding in her ears. She waited for pain in some part of her body to start screaming, a bone to jut from her skin, or blood to pour from a wound.
But all remained quiet. And still. After waiting a minute to let her brain catch up with her body, there were no pains, no exposed or broken bones, and certainly no blood. She looked at the sky from her crumpled position on the ground, while her pounding pulse continued to thud in her ears. She shook from head to toe.
She reached to her helmet.
Still in one piece. That’s a good sign.
Rolling over, she pushed herself to sitting. At the curb were several stopped cars, looking at her like an audience.
Did they expect her to bow?
A woman in yoga pants climbed out of her SUV and ran toward Aurora.
“Oh my god, are you okay? You poor thing!” She crouched beside Aurora as if she, too, wanted to take inventory of any injuries.
“Actually, I think I’m okay.”
“Oh.” The woman looked disappointed.
With her hand on the fence and the assistance of the woman, Aurora pulled herself upright until her shaking legs were under her. Aside from a scraped elbow and knee, she was, by some miracle, fine. Pissed off, but fine.
“Did you see who knocked me off my bike?” she asked the woman.
“I did!” Her face brightened. She’d be useful after all. “It was a BMW. The license number was SPDRCR. He drove away really fast but that plate’s easy to remember.”
The crowd at the curb slunk back into their cars when they saw Aurora stand, and they slowly made their way back into the heavy traffic.
Show’s over, folks. Get a move-on.
“I’ll be fine. Thank you for stopping.”
The woman in yoga pants looked her over one more time and reluctantly left.
Aurora clung to the fence for a moment longer while her racing heart settled. With her free hand, she dusted dirt and greenery off herself, injured by nothing more than a mountain of embarrassment. With the first audience at the curb gone, the rubbernecking passersby continued to ogle her.