Hey.
He unfastens my jeans then pushes me down,speedily removing my boots and then my pants. I’m left sitting innothing but a black lacy bra and matching underwear; my haircascading down around me.
“On your stomach, woman,” Ryan orders, but Idon’t comply immediately.
“I said,” he grabs my thighs and flips meover, “on-your-stomach.”
I let out a playful scream as I hit themattress facedown.
As soon as I hear Ryan undo the zipper of hisjeans my stomach muscles clench. I will never get enough of thisman. He starts gently kissing his way up my back until he reachesmy bra; he unhooks the clasp effortlessly then rips it out fromunderneath me. Then there’s nothing, not a touch, or a stroke or acaress. I crane my head around to see Ryan digging in one of thenightstand drawers. It’s a pure white piece of rustic furniture,with soft edges and decorative handles. He pulls out a small bottleand tosses it on the bed.
“What the hell is that?”
“Massage oil. I hope you like the smell ofpeppermint, because I’m giving you a rub down.”
Sweet.The stress in my back iskiller.
“What did you think it was? Lube?”
“With you, I never know,” I answer.
He smirks and crawls on top of me. “It canserve a dual purpose,” he divulges devilishly.
I pull my hair away from my neck and coil iton top of my head; the strands falling flaccidly onto the mattress.Ryan drips the liquid all over my skin and I jerk from its coldfeel. Then he starts rubbing the small of my back and the oilwarms, causing me to moan as he massages the tension away. Withincreasing pressure he works his way up my spine and over myshoulders, using his thumbs to work out my knots. It sounds likewe’re having sex with all the auditory responses he’s forcing outof me.Geez.
I close my eyes, inhale the thick scent ofthe peppermint and listen to the dreamy music;StaybyRihanna is playing softly in the background. I let my thoughtsdrift as Ryan manipulates my muscles. No one’s touch compares tohis.
He slides his hands firmly up and down myback, then kneads over my butt, sneaking one finger inside me.
“Ryan!” I pop my head up from the ‘surprise’slip.
“Oops,” he says teasingly, but there is ahint of seduction in his voice.
“Oops, my ass,” I respond cynically.
“And what a nice ass it is,” he rubs his handunderneath the lace of my cheeky panties.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I like everything about you,” he sucks andkisses the middle of my back.
“I like everything about you, too,” I reply,but a small part of me knows that isn’t true.
I try to push the thought out of my head, andbefore I have a chance to dwell Ryan says my name.“Alana?”
“Umm hmm?” I answer, focusing on hishands.
“There’s another reason I brought youhere.”
I pop my eyes open, “What’s the reason?”
He’s quiet for a few moments before hespeaks, “I got a five thousand dollar tip tonight.”
My eyes widen, “Holy shit, from who?”
Ryan has come home with extra large tips inthe past, but never one as big as that.
“I can’t tell you her name, but I can tellyou she’s a huge pop star.”