“You’re stiff as hell,” she murmured, her thumbs digging into the knots.
I let out a low groan. The oil felt different. It started as a faint tingle, but within seconds, a rolling heat was settling deep in my gut. I was reacting fast; way faster than I should have been from a simple massage.
I looked down and watched my jeans start to strain. I was getting hard, and there was no hiding it.
“The oil,” I rasped. “It’s doing something.”
Nique let out a soft, knowing laugh. She moved around to the side, her eyes dropping to my lap. She didn't look surprised; she looked satisfied.
“Oh good,” she whispered. “The formula works.”
I caught her wrist. “What you mean, it works?”
“It isn’t just massage oil, Dex,” she admitted, a wicked little smirk pulling at her mouth. “It’s a sensual oil. It’s got pheromones and some other stuff I’ve been playing with to get the vibe right. It’s designed to do exactly what it’s doing to you.”
I let out a dark chuckle, pulling her a little closer. "So, you’re using me as a lab rat? You let me sit here and think you were being sweet just to see if your little hobby was hitting right?"
"I needed to see if the new batch was strong enough," she teased, her eyes raking over my bare chest. "And you did say you were tense. I’m just helping you out."
"You're about to pay for this," I warned. The tingle was turning into a demand. Every place she touched felt like it was on fire. "You know damn well this ain't 'helping'."
She moved into the space between my knees, her eyes dark. "It increases blood flow and sensitivity. On a scale of one to ten, where you at, Dex?"
"I'm at a fifteen," I growled, my hands finding her hips. "Stop talking and show me the rest of the 'test'."
Nique didn't say another word. She just dropped to her knees. The way she looked up at me had my heart thudding. She reached for the button of my slacks, and a second later, I was free and heavy in the air.
"Damn," she whispered.
She wrapped those oil-slicked fingers around me, and I felt that heat take over. The Ignite wasn't playing. It made every touch feel ten times heavier, turning a simple grip into something that had my jaw locking. She started with a slow, intentional slide, her thumb swirling over the head like she was trying to see exactly how much I could take.
"Nique... fuck," I choked out, my head snapping back.
"You like that, Dex?" she murmured, her voice vibrating against my thigh. She picked up the pace, her rhythm steady. She knew exactly what she was doing.
I watched her, the sight of her brown skin against mine and the way she bit her lip while she worked me. The pressure built until it was sitting right at the tip. I couldn't hold back if I wanted to. I came hard, my whole body betraying me as I poured into her hand.
Nique stood up, looking down at her hand with a satisfied, wicked grin. She looked like she’d just won the championship. "Results confirmed," she said, swaying those hips as she turned toward the sink. "The formula is a success. You can see yourself out whenever you catch your breath."
I was up before she could even turn the water on. I caught her from behind, pinning her against the steel sink. My bare chest pressed into her back, and I reached down, gathering her dress up.
"You had your fun," I rasped into her ear. "Now it's my turn to show you who’s really in charge."
She let out a broken moan, her body still trembling. "Chill, Dex... you got yours. Just go."
"You know I ain’t going nowhere until you cum too," I corrected, my hand sliding inside her panties and finding her soaking. "You think you can just light a fire and walk away? Nah, baby. You’re gonna stay right here and burn with me."
I worked my fingers into her, hitting that spot I knew she couldn't ignore. She started shaking, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Don’t run from it,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Stay right here with me.”
“Dex, please…” she whined, gripping the edge of the sink so hard her knuckles were ashy.
“Talk to me,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. “Tell me what you need.”
Her head tilted back against my shoulder, her voice breaking as she finally gave in. “Don’t stop… right there. Please, Dex, don’t stop.”
I let her ride the wave until she was limp in my arms, her legs barely holding her up. I pulled back just enough to turn her around, her face flushed and her eyes hazy. She reached for me, her mouth open and desperate for a kiss, but I stepped back and cut the connection.