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I swallow, closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling more than I should, as her soft hands work through the meat of my muscle, rolling out the soreness. Slowly, they find their way up to the top of my quad near my pelvis. I hear her breaths change as those hands work their way higher and higher.
My cock is stiff near my other thigh, aching and ready, and I'm not even ashamed. Let her know what she does to me.
Just as I feel like her hands are about to graze my throbbing dick, she switches sides, massaging the other quad similarly. I release an annoyed sigh, running my fingers through my hair and dragging them down my face at the teasing, tortuous pain.She's fucking with me.
As she massages the other thigh in a similar fashion, her hands climb higher and higher until her own tease has her falling to the curiosities that break her.
One of her hands slides its way between my thighs until her warm little palm is finally cupping my dick.
“Ahh, D,” I groan, staring up at the ceiling as she softly strokes the length of me over my sweats. “I can't take it.”
I'm so hard and ready for her, it's painful. Feeling my shirt roll up over my abdomen, exposing my lower stomach, she slowly peels my sweats and underwear down just enough. I hear a light intake of air as she releases my cock into the cold air of the quiet, fluorescent-lit back room.
My breaths are hard and short as I lie victim to her tease, shirt up and pants down, anxiously awaiting her touch.
She says nothing as she bends over me on the table, before the feeling of her soft lips close around the head of my cock, and I fucking lose it.
My eyes roll to the back of my head when she slowly kisses the tip. Her tongue laps up the precum leaking out and my hands grip the edge of the massage table tightly.
Her soft, supple hands wrap around my base and I suck air in through my teeth.
“I'm your therapist, Lake,” she whispers against my shaft, her tongue licking around the crown. “So you can't touch me.” She closes her hand around me, stroking my length a few times. “But I can touch you anywhere I want.”
“Oh, fuck.” I groan, my back teeth grinding together as her sweet lips surround me. “I love this gym's policies.”
Warm, wet, and fucking amazing, she takes me in her mouth, as much of my length as she can. Her saliva coats me as her head slowly bobs up and down overtop of my swollen cock.
My fingers claw into the black cushioned table, and the urge to touch her comes over me. My hand slips between her thighs from behind, pressing against that sweet spot between her legs. She moans around my cock, arching her ass towards me as my middle finger slides along the damp spot on her shorts.
She's wet. Wet as fuck for me.
Goddammit.
Her lips come off my cock with a pop and I damn near whimper at the loss.
“Touch me again and I'll tie you up with the leg bands,” she scolds.
My brows raise at the comment that sounds like entirely too much fun, so I touch her again, running my fingers between her thighs until I'm cupping her sex over her shorts from behind.
She holds the base of my cock, arching back again to expose more of that wetness to me as an uncontrolled moan leaves her. With my other hand, I reach up and wrap her long braids around my palm, getting a tight grip.
“I'm going to touch you, Dylan.” My voice comes out hoarse and ruthless. “Because I have to.” I gently tug on the braids, turning her face towards me. “And you're going to finish me off.” I pull the braids, turning her mouth to my cock again. “Because you want to.”
Her lips glisten, and her chest rises and falls beneath her sweatshirt. Her pink tongue dips out to lick the ridge of my crown before she nods.
The submission has me almost losing it entirely as I hold her head in place, my hips lifting off the table, meeting her mouth.
Her hands gently stroke my base as she leans over me, her ass propped up near my face. My fingers find their way up the side of her shorts, pulling the material away from her skin to provide the room I need to touch her.
Trailing her wet center with my middle finger, I find her entrance, slowly sliding it in until I meet the knuckle. She's so soft and warm and dripping with delicious goodness, and fuck life entirely if I can't get back in here again.
Clenching around my knuckle, a gasp escapes her and she pauses, holding my cock to her cheek. I want her to peel these shorts off so she can properly sit on my face and my fingers can fuck her the way they need to, but I feel myself losing the battle to pleasure, succumbing to it as she ruthlessly continues to suck me off, stroking the slippery length, not even allowing me a chance to come down.
It's the fact that she's sucking me off on a massage table.
In the back room.
At the gym where she works.
