Page 84 of At His Beck & Call

Now I wish I had sent him away. He’s watching us with an intensity that sends pleasure shooting through my body.

Felicity’s hands move over my shoulders gently at first, but her thumb finds a knot of muscle on my right shoulder and digs into it as my eyes close.

Damn, that feels good.

When I open them again as she moves down my back, Oliver is watching her hands move over my body. I can see the bulge in his pants that shows me just how much he’s enjoying the view.

Slowly, I begin to relax. Felicity’s hands are moving over my waist, getting deeper into the tissue there. I had no idea how stiff my body was until she began to release some of the tension.

The past few weeks have been so stressful, and I didn’t know I was carrying all this tightness.

“Is the pressure okay?” Felicity’s voice is gentle and soft with a hint of an accent that I can’t place. I nod my head. “I’m going to move down to your legs now, try to focus on your breathing and the music. Just sink into the table.”

I take a deep breath and feel some of the anxiety bleed out of me.

I want Oliver closer, cravinghishands on me too, but I’m too shy to ask.

As her firm fingers move over the stiff muscles in my legs and up just shy of the top of my thigh, I can feel a wetness between my legs begin to build.

Something about being touched in front of Oliver, by another woman, no matter how innocent the massage is, is strangely erotic.

I swallow, shifting on the table, and Felicity’s hands pause, just for a fraction of a second, before she continues.

“Would you like me to work on your glutes?”

I nod, unable to speak, and her hands move over my ass, digging into the muscle there.

Oliver shifts in his seat, his hand moving subtly down to his pants, tugging at them.

Can Felicity see how hard he is? What is she even thinking about all this?

Discreetly, I watch him adjust himself, and when he looks back up, our eyes lock and hold. I have no idea if Felicity can feel the rising tension in the room, but I feel like I’m radiating want out of every pore. I need Oliver beside me. I want him to get rid of her and come and fuck me on this table.

I groan as Felicity pushes against my ass into a particularly knotted muscle.

The massage continues for a seemingly endless amount of time. It feels wonderful, but I’m wishing Oliver was the one with his hands on me right now.

My mind conjures images of him pulling out his cock while Felicity watches, pushing it into my mouth, and telling me what a good girl I am for him.

“It’s time to turn over, Lissa.”

She lifts the towel and looks away as I flip over. That’s better. I can’t see Oliver any longer, and I can only pray she can’t tell how turned on I am.

This has to be weird for her, right?

I huff out a breath as she digs into my chest muscles, across my collarbone and my neck. I hold a lot of tension in my neck, and it feels divine to have it begin to loosen.

Without looking at Oliver, I can relax a little more, but I’m still aware he’s watching me.

I open my eyes as Felicity’s hands move away. She steps back, her eyes on Oliver as she gives a quick smile, rubbing the oil from her hands with a towel.

“Thank you,” Oliver says, his voice deep and calm as I’m falling to pieces on this table. “Could you give us a few minutes, and we’ll let you know when we’re ready.”

“Of course.”

He stands, handing her something that looks like a roll of dollar bills, and puts his hands in his pockets, watching her leave the room. I’m lying on the table, a towel the only thing keeping me from being completely naked.

He walks over, as if in slow motion, his eyes on my body, his cock straining in his pants.