Grounded (Up in the Air #3)(27)

I gasped. I didn't fall far, my back making contact with a firmly cushioned table. He thrust into me twice roughly before letting himself come with a low groan. "Mine," he said.

I only then realized that I was lying on a massage table as he dragged his thick length out of me, turned me over onto my stomach, and shifted me until my face was over the table's opening.

Within swift moments, he was pouring warm liquid into the center of my back, rubbing the oil firmly into my skin. He massaged up to my neck, rubbing on that sensitive area for long minutes, working over to my shoulders, taking his time, rubbing until each of my muscles had been loosened thoroughly by his strong hands.

He worked down one arm, paying special attention all the way down to each of my fingertips. He worked back up and over, paying equal attention to my other half.

"Your hands are magic," I said to him, my eyes shut in pleasure.

He didn't respond, working on my back, kneading and rubbing that tissue into relaxed submission. He spent extra time on my lower back, working with teasing slowness into my ass. He made a delicious little noise in his throat as he kneaded my butt. I felt a kiss there a scant moment before I felt a finger at that entrance. I gasped and tensed as he pushed a well-lubricated finger into me.

"Shhh, Bianca, relax. Relax." He pulled that sneaky finger out of me, leaving me for too long before coming back. He began the massage where he'd left off, kneading at my butt and upper thighs.

He covered every inch of my back with strong kneading strokes, all the way down to my toes, before he flipped me onto my back. He began the same treatment at the front of my shoulders, taking his time, relaxing every part of me as he worked down. When he reached my sex, he plunged a finger into me. I was wet, of course, and he worked that flesh with sure strokes, using his other hand to part my legs wide, drawing my knees up into my chest. I gasped and tensed as he used his other hand to breach my other entrance again, working a lone finger in slowly, not stopping the smooth strokes at my sex with his other hand.

"You see why you need to be relaxed?" he asked me, leaning close as those wicked hands worked together to bring my overwhelmed body so much pleasure. 

I did see; the other penetration more alarmingly intense than I would have guessed. It wasn't even about pain, but more about the oddness of it, the strange fullness in a place where perhaps it shouldn't be, whereas having him fill my sex only ever just felt right. Still, I didn't want him to stop, didn't want him to let up. The strangeness gave the act an almost forbidden quality that the perverse part of me relished, as it did all of the taboo things James was attracted to.

Both fingers moved inside of me, working together, and he had me gasping out another orgasm with consummate skill. Before I'd even come down from that blissful trip he was shoving another finger into each entrance, one cleft getting hard thrusts, the other a gentler, easier touch, just working inside and making delicious little circles.

"Relax and push out, yes, like that," James said, jamming the fingers inside of my sex harder and rougher until I came again.

He pulled one set of fingers out, using that hand to shift me back onto my stomach and dragging my hips until my legs hung off the edge of the table. He moved his hips against me from behind, bringing a hand to the front of my neck and applying a light pressure.

"Don't move," he said. I heard him walk away, knew he left the room, heard a door down that daunting hallway open and close, then open again. Short minutes later he was at my back, moving close behind me, parting my legs to get close.

I felt something warm and hard and vibrating brush my clit and I knew it wasn't a part of James.

"James," I protested, as he worked my clit with that too intense pressure.

"Shhh," he said, moving the vibrator from my clit, teasingly over my cleft. He dipped it in once, and then again, holding it inside of me while he worked another well-lubricated, softer object into my other entrance. I knew it wasn't him because it was smaller, and though it was firm, it wasn't hard enough.

"James," I said again, my voice more urgent this time.

He worked the toy into me slowly, the vibrator in my sex still embedded deeply. "Relax.

"It's too-"

"Yes, you want my cock, I know. Relax for this and I'll give you what you want." He growled, and I tried to obey him, tried to relax around those two strange pressures.

I felt like I was just growing accustomed when he pulled it out and replaced it almost immediately with his cock. It was so slick, but also so much bigger than the other. But it was James, and I found that my body submitted much more quickly with that knowledge. He worked in slowly.

He dragged the vibrator out of one entrance even as he pushed himself into the other. I heard a 'thunk' as he dropped it to the floor, bringing his now free hand to the front of me, circling my clit.