continued the massage, I felt his fingers grab my ass a little harder than a massage would normally require, and soft groans emitted from his mouth. He worked my back, grazing his fingers in a fluid motion, soft as a feather, from my spine to my toes. Every zone of my body was afire and alive. He had woken me up.
The ninety minutes passed quickly, and ended too soon. I wasn’t finished having his hands stroke me.
“You’re all done,” Liam said. “I can leave you to change….” His voice trailed off.
“Actually—” I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and sat up. “I’d like to thank you. That was the best massage of my life.”
“How would you like to thank me?” he asked, his clear eyes meeting mine. He looked hungry with desire, and I glanced down nervously. My nipples were erect through the sheer sheet and I arched my back slightly, letting go of the fabric.
It was a bold move, but I knew he wanted it.
I wanted it, too.
“I’ll thank you however you please.”
I wanted him to take charge. That was what I needed: a man who knew what he wanted. A man who wanted me.
“You need to get on your knees.” His voice was sure and solid and I wanted to obey him.
Silently I got off the table, my entire body naked before him. Before I lowered myself to my knees, his hand slapped my ass—hard. He likes it rough, I thought, smiling. In that moment I couldn’t imagine being unwilling to do anything he asked of me.
Once on my knees, I took a deep breath—so horny, so hot, that it took everything in me to not dip my fingers into the folds of my pussy and let out a bit of relief. Looking up, I met his eyes.
“What now?” I asked innocently.
“Now you give me the thanks you offered.” He undid the buckle on his belt, and the button of his pants, then moved his hands away.
No guy I’d ever been with had been so direct, so certain. Blaine had been the exact opposite. But I needed and craved someone to tell me what to do for a change.
I pulled down his pants and boxer shorts, anxious to see his cock. A man’s cock always turned me on, and I knew his would be large and hard. A guy wouldn’t be so confident about getting sucked off by a stranger if he worried about being small.
This guy was all confidence and muscles and strong arms, and as I tugged his shorts over his hardness, I knew I was right. My eyes grew wide and my pussy was soaking wet as I took in his long shaft. I wanted to press my lips against his skin, against his impressive span. I wanted it in my mouth.
But I also wanted to give him a proper thank you, and I knew I should take my time. So I took him in my hands, and let my mouth fill with his balls. I twirled them with my tongue as Liam let soft moans escape his lips.
I let my tongue slip over the length of him, and, once at the tip, I let my mouth cover him. Pressing my lips against his skin, I took as much as I could at once.
Liam held my head with his hands, and together we moved in and out, in and out, his cock hard and so large I was nearly gagging. He pushed my head against his groin so I would take him deeper, and I did. Willingly.
I didn’t care that he thrust himself into my mouth so forcefully. I needed him to.
When he came, my mouth filled with his saltiness. Before I could decide what to do, he told me.
“Swallow.”
I did as I was told. It was empowering, even though it seemed like it would be the opposite. I was liberated … because I wanted to be on my knees. I wanted a man to take control.
He pulled out, and he let me look at him full-on. My mouth tingled and my pussy tightened as I realized there was so much more I wanted.
I stood, wrapping the sheet back around myself. “I guess I should get dressed?” I asked, not really wanting to, wishing he wasn’t buckling his pants. I wanted him to push me onto the table and fuck me hard, but I wasn’t going to ask.
I was so done with being the one in control.
“I didn’t tell you to do that, did