She’s a professional, dude. She’s not gonna care.
He heard a slight sound and then her warm, slick hands slid over his shoulders in a light touch designed to spread whatever substance she was using for the massage around. It smelled of menthol and had a slight tingle to it. Her hands grew warmer as she worked on his shoulders. Her touch was light at first but gradually went deeper as she continued and the phrase “it hurts so good” came to mind.
She used her hands and her forearms to warm the muscles up and work them until he began to feel like a limp noodle from the waist up. The Spanish guitar melody was soothing and he let out a slow breath as she slowly slid the length of her forearm up one side of his back.
“How’s the pressure?” she asked in a soft tone.
“It’s good. You’re making me sleepy.”
“Drift if you want to. I’ll let you know when it’s time to turn over,” she whispered as she folded the sheet even lower, exposing the tops of his hips.
Just like that, he was wide awake.
The next few minutes were spent in self-talk attempting to calm his dick down as she manipulated the muscles in his back all the way down to just above his tailbone. He breathed in the herbal scents and decided to give conversation a try to distract himself.
“So, do you have lots of clients lined up tomorrow?”
She made a soft assenting sound. “Yes. It’ll be a full day. Next week will be about the same.”
He hated the thought of her working herself too hard. “You planning to bring in another massage therapist to help?”
“I just got away from working with a group of women. I want to be on my own for a bit but I’ll probably bring in another therapist eventually.”
Her hands slid in a broad stroke up his spine and then she began working around his shoulders. He gasped as her fingers went to the source of his pain beneath a shoulder blade and he nearly came up off the table.
“Sorry. You’re a mass of knots here,” she said as she manipulated his arm so it hung off the table in front of him and continued working the area with a lighter touch.
“Don’t apologize. It’s just tender there right now. Keep doing what you were doing.”
“Okay.” After a few minutes of muscle work that he had to just breathe and relax through, she stepped away for a second and returned. All of his senses lit up and he nearly came off the table again, when he realized what she was holding in her hands as she applied even pressure up and down his back.
Chloe had once offered to use heated rocks on him but he’d turned her down, thinking it was just too frou-frou-y for a guy to try. He was torn between begging for mercy and kissing her ass, the pleasure and pain conundrum was so baffling.
She rubbed the smooth, hot rocks up and down his back, heating his skin and the muscles underneath. She also used them as she massaged his arms and then slid the still-warm rocks into his palms to hold for her while she stepped away again. He realized what she was doing an instant before she applied a second set of smooth rocks to his back that felt even hotter but he wasn’t sure if that was a trick of his mind. Then she really let him have it.
Holy fuck!
Conversation was pointless as he breathed through the pain, pleasure, and release of all the knots. But as she moved to each new area he felt soothed and cared for. Her hands alternated between tracing over his skin as she moved from point to point, and then gradually worked her way into each muscle group. At times, he was on the verge of screaming until the tension let go.
“You’re stiff as a board, Beck. Have you ever had a massage?” Her voice was sympathetic.
“Yes, my…” His words trailed off but he felt like he could trust Lucy. “Chloe was a massage therapist, too.”
She paused for a second and then let out a soft groan. “Oh, damn. I’m sorry. I never made that connection. She worked at Madeleine’s, too. I’m the one who…”
“Filled her old position?” He’d never wanted to talk to Lucy about that, hadn’t wanted to associate Chloe too closely with her. “Yeah, she left town about the same time you came to Divine.”
Lucy slid her hands down his arm and removed the cooling rock from his hand and then stroked his palm. She squeezed his hand in a soothing gesture. “When I met you, that’s what you were dealing with?”
He didn’t speak, just made a positive-sounding grunt in reply. She placed a heavy, warm pad on his back and replaced the sheet and coverlet over his waist and then unfolded it to cover his shoulders and back. He nearly moaned in relief as the moist heat sank into his muscles.
After uncovering his feet, she wrapped each one in a hot towel and then began massaging his legs. They were both quiet for a few minutes as she worked and his thoughts drifted until she uncovered his left leg high up enough that she damn near uncovered his butt cheek. But she was careful to tuck the sheet around him so that he didn’t worry about flashing her while she worked.