The Rub Down

by Gina Sheldon

  The night was winding down with guests trickling out of the ballroom. The early fundraising total was close to three million dollars. But not every cent was counted yet, so that number would be even higher in the end. The money would help those affected by the bombing.

  “You ready to go? I’m ready to have you all to myself,” I said, looking down at her face, trying to read her mood.

  “Yeah, tiger, I’m ready to get out of these shoes. My feet are killing me.” A little twinkle appeared in her eyes, which I took as a good sign.

  “I’ll take care of those once we get to my place.”

  “Oh, we’re going back to your place, are we?”

  Her teasing eased some of my worries about her earlier mood change. If she was pissed at me, she wouldn’t tease me. She would be throwing attitude around now that no one was in earshot.

  “How presumptuous of me. Alexa, I would really like to bring you to my house, strip you out of your sexy dress, slide one of my t-shirts over your beautiful body, and rub your feet until you cry out my name. Then I want to carry you to bed and tuck you in next to me so I can wake up to the most beautiful view in the whole city. What do you think?” I felt a shiver slide over her whole body at my words.

  “I think that would work for me, but we do need to chat first.” She smiled at me as she grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze.

  “Fair enough. I’ve been dying to know what’s been on your mind for the last few hours. Let’s get our car. We can cuddle up on my couch and talk.”

  We walked out into the chilly night to wait for the car to reach us. The heaters above the doors were on, but I rested my coat, which dwarfed her small body, over her shoulders.

  Our car finally arrived at the front after waiting in the limo line. We climbed in and quietly travelled the ten-minute drive home. Michael Bublé played softly in the background as I brought her body to mine, soaking in the feel of it. I hoped whatever we needed to talk about was easily fixed, and we would be able to move past it.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Luke

  My hopes of getting Alexa in less clothing as soon as we returned home were dashed when she curled up on the couch under my favorite blanket. Her shoes laid by the door where she shed them the second we crossed the threshold.

  “Do you want anything before I sit down?” I asked, hoping to stall for more time.

  “No, I’m good. Let’s have this out so we can carry on with your plans for the rest of our night.”

  I sat on the opposite end of the couch from her, angled my body to face her, and placed her feet in my lap so I could rub them. Touching her was vital to me, and I knew she would never refuse a foot massage after four hours in heels.

  “So, tell me what’s in that pretty head of yours. What happened in the bathroom?” I asked.

  “That girl Theresa happened. She followed me to start shit. Unfortunately, she remembered me from the other day with you at the Zen room. I had smacked into her a few weeks ago when I was leaving, not knowing who she was. She was right behind me when I turned around after talking to Jess. She heard your sister ask me how my session with you went. So, when she saw us together tonight, she realized we were more than client and therapist.” Alexa took a deep breath, gearing herself to tell the rest of the story. “She said you always provide ‘happy endings’ to clients for a fee, and you don’t charge her as much since she is a regular at the spa.”

  Fuck, this was worse than I thought. Danny was going to flip his lid.

  “She wouldn’t shut up. She kept going on about how an ex-girlfriend of yours walked into the treatment room while you were being inappropriate with a married woman. Said I wasn’t the first client you’ve dated.”

  Alexa’s voice started to quiver, and I began to freak out that she believed the lies.

  “Lex, babe, you know she’s lying, don’t you? I would never touch her in a million years. I’ve never been with any of my clients, for that matter. I swear you are my first. You can ask anyone. They’ll tell you.” I paused to make sure I was being as clear as possible. Alexa needed to believe me. “As for my exes, they all had issues with my job. None of them could handle that I touched other women for a living, but I was never unfaithful to any of them. Never. And yes, my ex Jennie did interrupt a session with a client, but my hands were not under the sheets where they didn’t belong. And how the hell did she even know that piece of info?” I felt panic pulsing through my veins. I could not lose Alexa over this.

  “Some girl Tiffany told her.”

  Elle was getting a raise for firing that bitch.

  “Speaking of her knowing shit, she knew about your tattoo. She said you let her touch you.”

  “Fuck no. I would never let her touch me, or would I ever take my shirt off for her.” I wanted to pace around the room, but as soon as I broke contact with Alexa, I would feel even worse, and so would she. “She asked me about it weeks ago. She, of course, wanted me to take my shirt off and show her, but instead, I showed her a picture from my phone. You’ve got to believe me.”

  “Luke, I know she’s lying. I do believe you. Deep down, I know every word you’re saying is true. But I’ll admit she rocked me a little, and I’m sorry I let it. We’re just so new, and my feelings for you are so strong.” Her shaky voice sounded so uncertain. “And you refuse to have sex with me. I understand the rule and all, but it’s just been a blow to my ego.”

  “Lex, baby, come here. I need you closer.” I moved her so our knees touched, and we faced each other. “I’m sorry that my backing away has made you feel that way. I want you so bad that it scares me. The last thing I want is to mess this up with you.”

  “It’s not Theresa that makes me doubt you.” A vein in her neck pulsed, and she swallowed several times. “It’s… It’s… It’s you. I want to give myself to you, but you’re holding back.” Her gaze drifted to the floor, and her voice grew small and quiet. “And I’m scared, too, Luke. I want to be special to you.”

  “I don’t mean to be holding back. You’re all I think about. You’re more than special to me,” I pleaded as I placed her in my lap. I grabbed the sides of her face, looking straight into her eyes.

  “I’m falling hard for you, Luke.” Her eyes searched my face. “But will you be there to catch me?”

  Her words struck me hard. I answered her by crushing my lips to hers. I needed to consume her.

  Standing with her in my arms, I carried her to my bedroom, our mouths fused together. The need to show her I felt the same way about her pulsed through me. I broke our connection to set her down at the foot of my king size bed. As I stared down at her, I whispered, “Only if you catch me, too.”

  My fingers drifted behind her neck to unbutton the tiny clasp, and then slowly unzipped her dress down the side. I dragged the sleeves down her arms, placing kisses along her skin as I went. Breathing her in, I caressed her soft skin as I brought it lower.

  The gown finally pooled at her feet, leaving her in her light blue lace bra and thong. She never looked more beautiful to me.

  I lifted her under her arms and slid her onto the middle of my bed. She laid there, staring with hooded eyes as I shed my clothes. I wanted to give her a little show, but as I gazed down at the perfect woman for me, almost naked, I picked up my speed. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to touch her and tease her until she begged for more.

  Once my shirt joined the pile with her dress, I crawled up my bed to the woman of my dreams. I stared down, bracing my body over her. Her clear blue eyes locked on mine. She dragged her fingers up my arms, around my shoulders, and up my neck, pulling my lips to meet hers. The kiss was slow and meaningful.

  Her mouth fit mine as though they longed to be fused until the end of time. I slid my tongue over her seam, begging for entry. Begging for more. Needing more of her. She opened for me, and our tongues tangoed a sultry dance.

  “Let me worship your body tonight,” I said as I brought my lips over her jaw to her neck. Please was her only response as I nip
ped, licked, and sucked my way to the tops of her heaving breasts. I unclasped her bra, revealing rosy nipples taut from the cool air, begging for my attention. Heavy with desire, her breasts fit perfectly in my hands. Her back bowed, and I captured one with my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and teeth. Alexa’s moans spurred me on. With one hand massaging her right breast, my mouth massaged the other.

  “Luke, please don’t stop tonight,” she begged as her nails raked down my spine, making me harder than I already was.

  “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” I nibbled my way down her tight stomach, tasting her skin as I went. Her back arched off the bed when I kissed across the top of her panties. I slid my fingers under the thin material, teasing her sensitive skin.

  She lifted her hips off the bed as I slid her thong down her long legs. My gaze followed my motions, taking in Alexa’s gorgeous body. She was waxed bare and glistening with arousal. My tongue swept over my lips, anticipating her taste. I ghosted my palms up her legs, opening her wide for me. I dragged my fingers down her folds and back up as soft and tantalizing as possible, feeling her grow wetter under my touch. Down and up, until Alexa cried out in pleasure.

  “Oh fuck, Luke.”

  “I’ve got you, Lex.” One finger slid deep inside her, and she clenched around it. She pulsed with desire as I moved in and out, creating a rhythm that had her moaning and panting.

  “That’s it, baby, give me all your moans. Let me hear you. Does it feel good?”

  “Yes, Luke, it feels so good. I want your tongue,” she said, barely able to form words.

  “You’ll get it, don’t you worry.” But first, I needed out of my pants. I was so hard the zipper was embedded in my cock.

  I pulled my fingers out of her warmth and brought them to my mouth for a taste. Her eyes followed my every move. She tasted delicious. I wanted to feast on her.

  “Wrong way, tiger. I need more, not you leaving me here frustrated.”

  I rolled off the bed, and yanked off my pants and boxers.

  “Sorry, I needed my pants off.” I climbed between her spread legs, pulling them over my shoulders so I could bury my face in her sweetness.

  “Thank fuck.” She moaned as my tongue swept over her clit. I drove my finger back in as I flicked her sensitive nub.

  “You taste so good.” At that first sample, I knew I would never get enough of her flavor. Wanting more, I flattened my tongue, licking her from back to front, and driving into her. I was ravenous.

  Alexa clawed at my head, begging for release. Giving her what she so desperately wanted, I plunged two fingers into her wetness at a pace that had her coming within seconds. My name echoing throughout the room was music to my ears. She rode her orgasm out on my hand, grinding down hard.

  I climbed up her body, wanting Alexa to taste herself on my tongue. As soon as our lips met, her tongue invaded my mouth, desperate for our flavors mixed together. Her desire for me was sexy as sin. I thought I was going to come, right then and there.

  “Holy shit, you’ve been holding out on me. Wow.” Alexa breathed out, trying to calm her racing heart.

  “Babe, you have no idea. I could do that all night, and not be satisfied,” I said as I rolled beside her.

  Alexa reached over, and wrapped her fingers around my hard cock. “You seem to be in quite the predicament there, little Luke.”

  “I’d prefer you don’t call him little. It’s clear that he’s large and in charge right now.”

  Alexa giggled as her tiny hand moved up and down my throbbing dick. It barely reached around me, but what she lacked in size, she made up in technique. She pumped in such a rhythm that I was on the verge of exploding when she bent down and licked the pre-cum off the tip of my cock. A groan tore through my throat when she wrapped her plump lips around me, sucking me deep into her throat.

  Her mouth was so warm and wet. I was going to embarrass myself by coming too fast, but there was no way to stop my release. “Lex, I’m going to come.” I reached for her body to pull her off me, but she just sucked me in deeper, hollowing her mouth. I was a goner, and came down her throat harder than ever before. She swallowed every last drop, and even licked her lips when she was done. I wasn’t sure how I got so lucky. Alexa was the total package, and as a bonus, she gave head like a goddess.

  *****

  Alexa

  I hadn’t had a good orgasm brought on by another person in far too long, and Luke rocked that shit. Magician and musician all wrapped in one fine piece of ass, he pulled my orgasm out of a hat, and played my body like a fine tuned instrument.

  He said he would catch me if I caught him. I didn’t think I had ever heard such romantic words in my life. And he didn’t pull away from our intimacy like he had before. Finally, he gave me a piece of himself. I still needed him buried inside me, but I knew it would come in due time.

  Who knows how long we laid there caressing each other, and trying to read each other’s mind. This was our time to enjoy and just be together.

  Luke broke the silence. “Roll over onto your stomach.”

  I did what he asked. He climbed on top of me, straddling my legs. His warm hands grabbed my shoulders, preparing to give me a massage.

  “Luke, you don’t have to do this now. I don’t need a massage after what you just did to my body. I’m like liquid.” I tried to be funny, but as I spoke, he trailed his lips behind his hands.

  “I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long. Please, don’t stop me,” Luke said between open mouth kisses and love bites down my back.

  Goosebumps covered my body as his lips connected with my skin. The feel of him comforted me, while his mouth excited me. Not long after he started the sweet torture, I felt myself grow wet.

  “I take that back, don’t stop.”

  And thank fuck, he didn’t until I was writhing under him, begging for more. No piece of skin was left uncherished. When he reached my tattoo, he traced every letter with his tongue.

  “Why did you choose these words?”

  “Because, a very long time ago, someone made me doubt myself as a person. But I know who I am, and I like me.” I took a deep breath. I had moved past that time in my life, and honestly never thought of that person. “Years before I met Addison, I had a friend who didn’t treat me well. She would tear me down so she could feel big.”

  “You are one remarkable woman, Alexa. I like who you are, too.” He gave me a sweet kiss before returning to his torture.

  Luke tongued the indent at the top of my ass near my tailbone, while his hands massaged my cheeks. I breathed heavy, and relaxed into the feelings his body created with mine. He tormented me by gliding his tongue from the crack of my ass, straight up my spine. My neck was nibbled every time he reached the top, and the top of my ass licked on the descent. His actions had me begging for relief. On the third pass down my spine, he slid a finger over my ass, landing deep inside my warm heat.

  “You’re so wet, Lex.” Luke continued his assault on my pussy with his fingers. Then in a move I had only read about, he curled his finger and hit the exact spot that had me coming harder than I thought possible.

  I screamed his name while I rode his fingers, and he milked the last of my orgasm. Once I was completely spent, Luke kissed the side of my lips and whispered, “Sleep, my darling. Thank you for believing in me. In us.”

  His sweet words were like a lullaby to my exhausted body. He curled around me and we drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Alexa

  Morning light crept through the sides of Luke’s shades, drawing a line straight across my eyes. Sometime during the night, our bodies separated, however, our hands remained locked together in the middle of the bed. Usually a fitful sleeper, I couldn’t believe I kept our connection the whole night. It felt so natural to touch him, even in our sleep. I wasn’t sure how comfortable Luke was, though. His back was to me, and his arm was stretched behind him. It looked like his shoulder was coming out of its socket.

  I la
id there, taking in my surroundings. I didn’t get a look at his bedroom last night when Luke carried me in. The room was beige with stark white trim, and was much bigger than I originally thought. A television mounted on the wall separated two large closets. To my left was a wall of windows with a brown lounger that looked perfect to cuddle up with under a blanket and read a good book. While I couldn’t picture Luke doing that, if it was my space, I would every day. The wall to my right had a giant work of art painted with vibrant colors that made it bright and full of life. Not a bad view to wake up to. The bed felt like a giant cloud. The ivory sheets caressing my bare skin were a high thread count. The headboard was another shade of brown suede with buttons, creating a tufted design.

  Wanting him closer to feel his warmth, I loosened my grip to snuggle up behind him as the big spoon. The intimacy we shared last night was more than I had ever had with any man. We connected through the lust and adoration burning between us. An invisible, but tangible pull had only strengthened over the weeks as we got to know each other. By leaving sex out of our relationship, we built a strong foundation. More than anything, we respected each other. The wise person who said it’s all about anticipation was spot on. Weeks of sexual tension finally brought us to an explosive ending.

  I just wanted more of him.

  Scooting toward Luke, I wrapped my arm around his chest, tucked my knees behind his, and rested my head on his broad back. He shifted a little, bringing our bodies even closer together, grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips for a brief kiss, then interlocked our fingers again.