drawing slow circles along both sides of the spine. Remember, slow circles,” he emphasizes. “I want you to pay attention to your partner’s reactions. If their muscles are tense, or if they’re sitting up too straight, then you’re probably doing something wrong. Listen to their breathing. Watch the rise and fall of their chest. Feel the muscles beneath your fingers. Are they hard and tight? Soft like putty? Answer these questions in your head because each and every one of them is trying to tell you something.”
My breathing is shallow as I slowly glide my hands down her spine, mirroring the circular motion the instructor is demonstrating on his female counterpart. Shifting onto my knees to prevent my dick from saluting the entire class, I listen to Nora’s breathing. It hitches before she rolls her head down to give me better access, then she melts under my touch.
I’ve given massages before. I’ve been on the receiving end too. But none of them have ever felt like the kind of foreplay I’m experiencing right now. It’s lethal.
When a soft moan slips past her pouty lips, I groan and shift my hands from my left to right, craving relief from the torture I’m putting us both through with a simple back massage. But it doesn’t stop. If anything, it’s only amplified when the female instructor breaks the electric silence with her smooth voice. “Now, we’re going to trade places. Ladies, as we all know, we’re smaller than most men, and sometimes, we’re able to get a little more leverage by administering the massage from a different angle. While you were able to sit up to enjoy your massage, we suggest that the men lie down on their stomachs.”
Holding my breath, I slide off my white T-shirt, then roll onto my stomach and raise my arms from my sides to use them as a pillow against the hard ground.
At least they didn’t ask us to lay on our backs, I think to myself before smirking. Probably because they’ve tried that before and got quite the view of everyone standing at full mast.
“Ladies, you have two choices. You can either sit beside your partner’s back on the left or right or, if you’re comfortable enough, you’re welcome to straddle them in order to have the best leverage. This position allows you to really dig into those muscles. But like I said…you are the boss here. Do what makes you feel comfortable, and only what makes you feel comfortable.”
The rest of the room gets into the position of preference. Some straddling, others sitting beside their partners, while Nora is standing frozen in place. I can feel her anxiety as she stares down at my bare back. I’ve never really recognized someone else’s emotions so strongly before. Maybe it’s all the zodiac crap that’s slowly going to my head. Or maybe it’s just her. But damn, it’s a potent thing. I feel like I’m drowning in her, and I’ve only kissed her twice.
I’m a selfish bastard, though, and wait for her to decide what she wants for herself instead of letting her off the hook by suggesting the opposite of what I really want.
Which is her. On top of me.
Naked.
I shift my hips to get comfortable when I know there won’t be any relief until I can find some alone time after this. Or we finally just give in and take a nap together.
Unable to help myself, I glance up at her as she hovers over me.
With a smirk, I tease, “Any day now, Pretty Girl.”
There’s a moment of hesitation before she finally gives in and places her feet on both sides of my hips. The heat from between her legs practically brands my lower back as she sits down on top of me.
I squeeze my eyes shut and bask in the exquisite torture before releasing a slow breath out of my mouth.
Don’t roll over, Gage.
“Alright, ladies. Now that we’re all in position, I want you to pour a bit of the oil into your hands and rub it into your palms. This will help heat it up a little bit so that it won’t feel so cold against your partner’s back.”
Shifting against me, Nora reaches for the bottle, and my muscles tense beneath her.
You’re playing with fire, babe, I want to shout, but I bite my tongue. I’ve never been so close to coming in my board shorts before, but my restraint is seconds from snapping.
When a loud squirting sound breaks the lust-filled ambiance, my