Page 36 of His Turn

Jordan is busy with my legs. He grips my calves tightly, then releases. Hot oil is dripped on my shoulders, then down the curve of my spine. More hot oil down each leg, starting from where my thigh meets my ass, and ending at the tip of my toes.

And when they touch me again, those four strong hands make me give in.

Completely. Utterly. Submit.

“You don’t take good care of yourself,” Bric says, the heel of his palm pushing into a pressure point near my shoulder blade. There’s a sharp pain at first when he hits a knot in some hidden, but well-used muscle. It makes me gasp. But after a few seconds the knot begins to disappear. The pain goes away. The pleasure sets in.

I relax.

I don’t even know how to describe the feelings Jordan is evoking on my lower body. One minute it’s painful enough to make me gasp again, but the next, he’s got his thumbs pressing against my inner thighs, so close to my pussy, it makes me bite my lip.

I want him to stick his fingers inside me.

And just that thought is enough to make me throb with desire.

But he doesn’t venture into new territory. He takes his attention back to my legs. My thighs. My calves. My feet. He bends one leg at the knee and takes my foot with both hands. Kneads it. Presses on the arch and… oh, God, it feels good.

I don’t have any Band-Aids on my toes, but they are raw and they hurt. They always hurt. I cannot remember a time when my feet did not hurt.

Jordan massages them carefully, the oil a perfect lubricant that keeps the pain at bay.

“You can fall asleep if you want,” Elias says. He’s Elias again. Not Bric. This man, touching me with his strong, but gentle, hands, making me feel so damn good, cannot be Bric in my mind. They are two different people. “Just enjoy it. We won’t mind.”

I nod my head. Or I try to, but I’m so relaxed, I don’t succeed. I mumble, “Mmmm,” as they stay busy bringing me pleasure.

I allow myself this pleasure. I let my mind stop wondering things. I let my body stop doing things. I let everything drift off as they work their way up and down my body.

The only thought that creeps in—and then only when Jordan’s hands wander too close to the wet space between my legs—is when will they fuck me?

Will they fuck me?

I worry about it for a few moments, but then Jordan lifts the towel off my ass and begins to massage my cheeks. He spreads me open, leans down and licks my asshole.

My pussy throbs with the heat of his breath. I want him to lick me there so bad.

“Are you ready to turn over?” Elias asks.

So ready. I don’t even wait for him to tell me to. I simply force my submissive body to turn. And when I open my eyes, Elias Bricman is smiling down at me. He takes his hands to my breasts, pinches my nipples hard enough to make me gasp, and then resumes his calming massage. Gripping them in his palms like fruit, then releasing them, allowing them to fall back and rest, before doing it again.

He leans down—just as Jordan begins to knead the large muscles of my upper thighs, his thumbs once again dipping in between my legs, teasing me so sweetly—and kisses my mouth.

He tastes sweet, like the fruity brandy he’s been drinking.

“Do you want my cock in your pussy?” Jordan asks, his fingers, finally—finally—playing with my throbbing clit.

“Yes,” I mumble into Elias’s mouth.

Elias pulls back just enough to say, “Do you want to wrap your lips around my cock?”

“Please,” I say, the word so soft and sincere. “Let me.”

Elias grabs me by the arms and scoots my whole body forward, until my head is hanging off the edge of the table. I open for him, but he makes no move to take out his cock. Just resumes his massage of my shoulders. It feels so achingly good.

There’s a sound of a belt being unbuckled. The ripping of a zipper being unzipped. It’s Jordan, not Elias. His pants fall to the floor with the whoosh of fabric, and then he’s pushing my legs together and climbing onto the table with me. He straddles my thighs as Elias continues to stare down at me, his hands busy with my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples.

The tip of Jordan’s hard cock probes at the entrance to my pussy. I want to open my legs for him, but I can’t. He’s got them pinned tightly closed with his knees.

Jordan pushes a little harder.