Tainted Desire (Desire Series, #1) (8 page)

     How does one get into this line of work?
I’m just glad it’s a female. There is no way a man would be doing this to me. I bravely agree, “Okay that sounds good, let’s get started.  The sooner we start, the sooner I’m done.”

     She has me lay on the table on my back and she opens the robe enough to expose one leg and one side of my groin. She puts on some gloves and stirs the wax. I watch as she pulls some wax out with something that looks like a tongue depressor. The wax is warm but not nearly as hot as I anticipated. She applies the paper and holds some pressure on it for a few seconds. Then without warning, she rips the paper off and puts pressure to the area with her gloved hand. “How was that?”

     “Truthfully, not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

     “Do you want me to just do the bikini line or give you the Brazilian wax?” 

     Geez, everyone seems to be pushing for the Brazilian wax. What the hell, nobody is going to see it anytime soon anyways. What do I care if it is bald, less hassle for swimsuit season right? Letting out a sigh, I tell her, “Go for it.”

     When she is done with the actual waxing, she wipes me down with a solution that takes off the residual wax. “All done! You might experience a tingling sensation for a while but that will go away. You might also be a little swollen and pink for a few days but that will go away too.”

     I return to the lounge and wait for Courtney to return. The receptionist comes in and offers me another glass of wine. I get one for both Courtney and myself. I hope I’m not too relaxed or too drunk after all this to go to dinner. Courtney enters the lounge smiling. “What?”

     “I’m just thinking what a lucky bastard Mr. Volleyball is going to be when he hooks up with me.”

     “Boy, aren’t you confident that you’ll be able to get him in the sack? What if he already has a girlfriend?”

     Draining her glass of wine, she huffs, “
Then I will have to tell the girlfriend that she better do a better job satisfying her man because he has been checking me out.”

     The receptionist comes back out and we follow her down a hall to the massage rooms. Courtney turns before going in her room and adds, “When we are done we’ll go back to the condo and relax until dinner. Enjoy your special massage, see you in an hour.”

     Special massage? Confused, I enter the room. The massage table is in the middle of the room with a smaller table next to it with various massage oils. There is something that resembles an old-fashioned warmer for hair curlers, however; this one has large black rocks in it. I get up on the table and lay on my stomach making sure the sheet is covering most of my body. I extend my arms down my sides and rest my head face down on the headrest. She told me they usually start with the shoulders and back first. I’m so relaxed from everything else I had done today that I could fall asleep. I hope he comes in here and gets started soon. He must have read my mine because just then I hear a soft knock on the door. “Come in!”

     I feel a slight breeze as the door opens and closes again. I really need to learn to
relax; I get myself so worked up over every new experience. In a low but soothing voice, he explains that he will be pulling the sheet down to my waist and will start working the tension out of my neck, shoulders, and back using hot scented oils.  Sounds great,” I murmur.

    I feel my skin get goose bumps as the sheet slides dangerously low to right above my butt crack. I hope he isn’t getting an eyeful. With my head in the headrest, I can’t see a thing and
its a little nerve racking. I suddenly feel the sensation of hot oil dribbling down my spine and then I feel strong hands on my back spreading the oil around. He begins at my neck and slowly pushes his hands down the muscles along my spine then outward right above my hips. The feeling of his hands and the heated oil is quite sensual. He continues along this path for some time and I feel the tension of the last three years slipping away. He moves to focus more on my neck and shoulders, loosening knots that have been there for years. His hands are soft but powerful. My skin is tingling from the sensation of him constantly rubbing over the same area. My mind wonders to thoughts of what he might look like. I definitely like the way his hands feel on my body. I picture a man slightly taller than average with bulging tanned arms, wearing tight dark jeans and a tight black t-shirt showing off his broad shoulders and chest. His hands are now making wide circles on my back stretching the muscles. This feels amazing but my mind is on hyper-alert as his fingertips keep grazing the sides of my breasts. Is this normal? I wouldn’t think so.

     I’m slightly relieved when he tells me he is going to work on my legs. I feel the silky sheet slide up my legs and it seems everything this man does has a hint of sexuality to it. I once again feel the hot sensation of the oil running down my legs and then his hands working the oil in my skin. I feel exposed now because the only thing covered by the sheet is my ass! He falls back into a mesmerizing rhythm working his hands up my calves and thighs rotating his hands in an outward motion right below my butt. He stretches the muscles and I’m so relaxed
, I’m afraid I will fall flat on my face when I try to stand up. 

     His hand is sliding in an upward motion stretching the muscles along my inner
thigh, when I feel a finger slightly stroke my already sensitive vagina as his hand rotates out to my outer thigh. My head automatically pops out of the headrest and I start to turn slightly to give this guy hell, when I suddenly hear, “Relax Kylie, I’m not going to hurt you. All I want to do is worship your beautiful body. You have no idea what having my hands on your body is doing to me.”

    I turn a little more, not realizing the upper half of my body is completely naked and my eyes meet his. I would know those eyes anywhere. They are so warm and inviting, bedroom eyes. I was too young at the time to realize that is what they are, sexy sensual bedroom eyes. He has grown into a gorgeous man, tall with broad shoulders and chest. He is slightly slimmer at the waist, wearing an incredible fitting pair of jeans with a very visible bulge. His hair is still very dark and slightly wavy, cut short with a little gel in it. Looks like a man that takes pride in his appearance. As he should, he is sexier than I could have ever imagined in my fantasies. He has this huge grin on his face and I follow his eyes right to my chest. Clutching the sheet, I try to pull it up to cover me, he grabs the other end, and we are suddenly in a tug of war. “It’s a little too late to cover up now. I got a good look and I could stare at your body all day long. You have grown into a beautiful woman Kylie Jenkins. I’m going to do everything in my power to win you back. Now
lie back down and let my finish ravishing your body.”

     I lay back down as I’m told in a complete state of shock. How in the hell did Cameron get in here to give me my massage? He gets back to work rubbing my legs and now the sensation is
overwhelming, knowing I have Cameron’s hands touching me in such a sexual way. Occasionally I feel the brush of his fingers against me, and my mind reels as I feel myself getting increasingly wetter between my legs. Courtney was right, the slightest touch without hair down there sends about a million electrical currents to every nerve ending in my body. He starts to get a little bolder with his movements and I feel his hands grasp and massage my ass as his thumbs circle on my inner thigh, touching my wetness in the slightest way. Without even realizing it, I let out a little whimper. “Like that?” he asks in the sexiest voice I have ever heard.

     Practically panting, I let out a breathy, “Yes!”

     “Turn over and let me do the front of your legs,” he orders.

     “Not until you give me the sheet back,” I say half joking.

     “Not a chance! I want to see all of you. I have had dreams for years about seeing you lying naked in front of me. Now I have you exactly how I want you. You have nothing to be shy about, the sight of you is better than anything I experienced in my dreams. If you rather I stop, we can end the session early or you can turn over and I will make sure you leave a very relaxed and satisfied customer,” he teases with a huge sexy grin.

     I think about this for about two seconds before flipping to my back,
lying completely naked in all my glory, before the man I have wanted almost half my life. He starts to massage up the front of my legs while staring deeply into my eyes. Mimicking the same motion as before, he moves his hands up my inner thighs then rotating outward and back down my outer thighs.  “You have such beautiful, silky soft skin. I want nothing more than to kiss every inch of your body. I want you to close your eyes and trust me. I would never hurt you, I only want to give you pleasure.”

     I close my eyes and the sensation of his touch seems magnified. I guess I was worried for nothing; he seems very interested in picking up where we left off. I feel him lift my leg in the air slightly as he starts to massage the arch of my foot. I’m probably turning ten shades of red as I imagine the view he is getting from his end. Suddenly I feel the wetness of his lips as he kisses the inner side of my ankle and I jump. 

     “Are you okay?”

     “Yes, just a little jumpy. Trusting someone again is going to take some self-control on my part to relax, but I know you would never hurt me.”

     He continues to work his way up to my inner thigh, planting soft wet kisses as he goes until I feel his warm breath right above the very place that is aching to feel his mouth. My wetness grows as I anticipate his mouth coming down on me, but it doesn’t happen. I feel him shift slightly, and then feel his mouth as it moves onto my other ankle and he repeats the long agonizing process. Once again, I feel the heat of his mouth centered right over me and feel like I’m going out of my mind wanting him to touch me there. I reach down, run my fingers through his hair, and hear a slight moan escape him. “Damn, I want to taste you so bad.”

     With my hands in his hair and hearing him say he wants me, it’s my undoing. I gently tug his hair pulling his mouth closer to me. He takes that as my gesture to go
ahead, because I felt him give my throbbing clit a gentle but extremely erotic kiss. He repeats this repeatedly, just kissing my clit and gently giving it a little tug with his lips. I feel so overwhelmed with need, I want his tongue stroking and licking me. My hands clutch his hair tighter as I feel my body start to quiver; he is going to make me come by simply kissing me there. I start to arch my back up towards his mouth wanting more. “Cameron, you’re going to make me come,” I gasp, barely able to speak.

     He reaches his strong hands up and massages my breasts, tugging and slightly rolling my nipples between his fingers. All the sensations at once are too much. I’m so close to an orgasm. Just as I moan loudly, he plunges his tongue into my wet center and covers my clit with his mouth, sucking on it. I feel myself explode and my body goes into a series of aftershocks. He releases my clit with one last little tug and kiss. I feel his soft hair on my thigh as I reach down to run my fingers through his hair thinking he is done. I feel him shift and he grasps my ankles and slides me to the edge of the table. He gets on his knees and begins the most sensual assault with his tongue while stroking my clit at the same time with his thumb in a circular motion. In a matter of minutes, I get that sensation again as my body quickens and I have another orgasm. I feel him moan against me, he looks up at me through my legs. It’s the sexiest site I have ever seen. Smirking he says, “Our hour is up! I hope your massage was satisfactory ma’am. But if we stay in here much longer, making this kind of noise we’re going to raise some suspicion.” 

     I’m not sure which one of us Kylie is going to kill first after the prank my sister and I just pulled on her. I have to say it turned out better than I had ever imagined. The plan was for me to give her a massage and when I was done, she would realize it was me all along. I came clean to Courtney years ago about my feelings for Kylie, I told her everything. The way we use
d to sneak around to see each other. I even told her about the goodbye kiss that ruined any chance for another woman to have my heart.

    Courtney gave me a quick call to make sure I was the one on the schedule to give Kylie her massage. I told her I was and that I was in the break room waiting for their appointment time. My only intention was to give her the best relaxing massage and help take some of her tension away. However, when I opened that door and saw how beautiful she was, knowing she was naked under that
sheet; I lost all control of my senses. My hands felt as if they were on fire with her skin beneath them. I got bolder with each stroke, testing how far I could go. When I touched her wetness, she jumped up, ready to fight. I’m glad she did. If she had let me continue not knowing who I was, I would’ve had to consider what kind of morals she had. I would give anything to have a picture of the look on her face, so fierce and full of fire.

     The minute our eyes met, I knew she recognized that it was me; she visibly relaxed not realizing she was naked and I was getting the best view of her full breas
ts and perky, pink, hard nipples. I wanted nothing more than to feel her breasts in my hands and draw her nipple into my mouth. I refrained even though my throbbing dick was telling me otherwise. I thought only teenage boys had trouble controlling their erections. Apparently, a naked Kylie Jenkins has that effect on a grown man.

     All I intended to do was finish the massage and get to know her again with some small talk. However,
I couldn’t control myself! She has always been the most beautiful person I have ever known; even at thirteen when we left, I knew she was going to be a gorgeous woman. As I continued to massage her, I heard the little whimper escape her and it was so sexy. I became more confident in my movements and then I couldn’t stop myself. When I felt her tug my head closer to her, I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the fact that I wanted to taste her. Once I did, I could not get enough of her sweet taste, she is sweet, inside and out. It was never my intention to have her here on the massage table.