Jade releases the rubber stopper with a soft pop. I burrow my head into the pillow, waiting for her oily hands to begin caressing my skin. This was a good idea; it’s going to be like having a home spa. Ihavebeen working too hard lately, trying to fill my quota, so I deserve a little massage treat.
There’s silence.
Then a cry.
‘Ow, this oil is fucking hot! It’s burning my hands!’
Shit.
I prop myself on one elbow and swipe the bottle away from her before she can get it on any other parts of exposed skin. She’s grimacing and waving around her hands, which are admittedly glowing a delicate shade of pink, to cool them down.
‘Sorry about that,’ I apologise hastily. ‘I forgot it was ghost chilli oil.’
‘Why thefuckdo you have ghost chilli oil?’
Because it gives me a massive hard-on.‘Because I indulge in the occasional self-massage.’
‘Are you nuts?’ She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand as tears leak out from the miasma of chilli fumes.
‘Don’t get it in your eyes! You’ll blind yourself. Here.’ I hold out my box of special tissues for clean-up purposes. ‘These should ease the sting.’
Jade wipes her fingers with a handful of tissues and takes more for her eyes. ‘That’s better,’ she says, sounding relieved.
‘What kind of oil do you want to use?’ I ask.
She considers. ‘What about ... lavender?’
Lavender! I’m going to smell like a fucking ladies’ powder room.
I sigh. ‘Fine.’
Why am I being so accommodating? I usually have more backbone than this. But for some reason, I want to please her. I snap my fingers, and the black bottle is instantly replaced with a purple bottle.
Jade gasps. ‘Wow, that’s so cool.’
I grin and bury my face in the pillow again. The smell of lavender wafts through the air, and a cool trickle of oil hits my back. Then a gush follows, and before I know it, my entire back is swimming in lavender oil.
‘Bloody hell, woman! Are you using the entire bottle?’ I growl, and Jade giggles softly.
‘I may have gone a bit overboard. Yikes. Try not to move. It will hopefully sink in.’
Her fingers smooth the oil around so I’m evenly coated, and she begins rhythmically kneading my shoulder blades with confident strokes. I’m pleasantly surprised that she actually knows what she’s doing. She works on a few knots in my neck, digging her fingers in hard. Then she focuses on loosening all the tight muscles around my spine and lower back. ‘Lucifer’s claw, that feels amazing,’ I groan, lifting my head slightly.
She pushes my head back into the pillow.
‘I’m glad to hear it. You’ve got loads of knots, Sebastian. You should offer a massage option every now and again rather than intercourse. It’s making you tense.’
I grunt. ‘It’s thelackof intercourse that’s making me tense,’ I mutter, my voice muffled by the pillow.
‘What?’
‘Nothing.’
Jade pulls the towel down on either side of my butt and massages my hip area. My eyebrows rise. She’s getting rather familiar. They almost shoot into my hairline when she pulls the towel off altogether and strokes over my naked buttocks. So much for my attempt at decorum! I shift my hips a little as my trapped cock starts twitching.
‘Uh, are you OK with this? I know it’s scope creep, but your gluteus maximus is very tight. Like right here,’ she says, pressing her finger painfully into a twinging muscle. There’s that breathless tone to her voice again.
I lift my head slightly. ‘Go for your life. But please stop at any point if it makes you uncomfortable.’