Walk Of Shame(123)

I shake my head. “No, Cale. Nothing besides the extra time that he requests on his upper thighs, but I’m starting to get used to that with this job title.” I let out a small laugh, but Cale still seems tense.

“Promise me that you’ll let me know if he touches you. I don’t like the idea of you two in here alone together. He’s got quite the reputation at the club.”

I place my hand on his arm and he releases my chin. “Don’t worry, Cale. I’ll be fine.” I point down at the bed. “Now get your ass naked so I can get started.” I offer him a lighthearted smile. “I’m starting to see that you do everything naked.”

He pulls his jeans down and I turn my head away so he can get out of his boxers. “I’m happier when I’m naked, Rile. What can I say?”

I’m happier when you’re naked too . . .

When I turn back around, Cale is laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. The small towel is doing an even shittier job of hiding his junk than the last time.

Squirting some oil into my hands, I start at Cale’s shoulders and slowly work my way down his chest. “You working tonight?”

He lets out a small moan when I reach his lower abdomen. “Yeah . . .” he breathes. “In a few hours actually.”

The way that he bites his bottom lip each time my hands get lower on his abdomen makes me want to see what he’ll do if I touch him sexually. Would he stop me or let me keep going? I try to push the thought aside, but each time I notice him bite his lip and growl I feel my insides jump.

He seems a little tense after seeing Lynx in here . . . He did do me a little favor last night. I just wouldn’t be a very good friend if I let him go to work like that, now would I? I’m going to say no . . .

Taking a deep breath, I round the table without removing my hands to create a better angle, and then slide my hands under the towel, wrapping both of them around his thick dick, slowly stroking up and down, feeling it quickly growing in my hands.

“Oh shit . . . Rile.” He bites into his lip again, but harder this time, as he grips my waist. “Fuck . . . my cock is so hard for you.”

As his grip on my waist gets tighter, my hands work faster and firmer, being sure to pleasure him just as much as he did me last night. His dick is now so hard and big that I definitely need both hands to take care of him.

My heart is racing, but I don’t want to stop. Touching him and knowing that I’m giving him pleasure has me more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I’ve waited a long time to touch him like this . . .

“Fuck yes, Rile . . .” He sits up and bites my shoulder, but not hard enough to hurt me. “Keep going. Ah . . . fuck me, Rile.”

I lean my neck back as he runs his lips up the side, moaning all the way up until he stops at my ear. “You feel so fucking good, Rile.” He moans. “I bet your pussy would feel even better . . .”

I close my eyes from his words and almost feel as if I’m on the verge of having my own orgasm. Stroking his dick, I find that both of us are now moaning, until finally he releases his load on his stomach, before pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and biting it.

As soon as he moans into my mouth once more, I surprisingly find my own release. I instantly feel embarrassed, shocked that something like that could happen without even being touched.

“Shit, Rile.” He lies back on the table and runs his hands through his thick, messy hair. “I love it when you touch me.”

He looks over at me and grabs my arm as I take a step back. “What’s wrong?” He smiles at me and looks down at my legs that are still slightly shaking. “Did you orgasm, Rile?”

I nod my head, my fingertips instantly going to my mouth to create a diversion, too embarrassed to actually speak.

Cale grabs the towel and wipes himself off, before standing up and grabbing my chin after removing my hand from my mouth, forcing me to look up at him. “Well damn, Rile. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He smirks down at me and wets his lips. “Knowing that I can make you come without even touching you . . . is by far the sexiest, most satisfying thing that’s ever happened to me. All it does is make me want to bend you over this massage table and fuck you until we both can’t walk.”

“Cale . . .”

He places his finger to my lips and bends down to whisper in my ear. “As soon as I know that you can handle it . . . you will be the first woman to have me inside of her. I promise that . . . Rile. Just wait and see.”

I stand here, frozen and unable to think clearly as Cale gathers up his clothes and gets dressed.