“She’s been missing a week. So much could have happened to her in a week.”
She nodded solemnly. After they entered the hotel suite, she turned to him. “Why don’t you go have a hot shower? It will relax you.”
Twenty minutes later, he walked into the bedroom after his shower, all he wanted was to go to bed and try to forget the last twenty-four hours. He came to a stop when he saw her on the bed. She was on her knees, her back straight, her head lowered and her hands resting on her spread thighs. He could see the pink lips of her pussy peeking out at him.
Arousal stirred. But it was soon overshadowed by fatigue.
“Oh, baby, thank you, but I don’t think I can tonight.” And he regretted that more than he could say. She was still so new to this, and he didn’t want her to see this as him rejecting her. “It’s not about you. At all. I’m just exhausted tonight.”
She surprised him by raising her head and smiling at him softly. “I know, Sir. This is all for you. If you could lie face down on the bed.”
Face down?
He raised an eyebrow then glanced down at the towel stretched out over the bedspread and the small container of massage oil on the bedside table.
“This is a well-equipped hotel, Sir,” she explained. “I want to give you a massage to relax you. If you’ll let me.”
“You want to give me a massage. Just a massage?” She didn’t want anything in return? No, of course not. This was Lacey. He rubbed his head.
“Just a massage,” she told him. “I need to help you, and this is the best way I could think of. But if you don’t want one then I can put it away and we can just sleep. I—”
“Hush,” he told her. “I want the massage.”
A smile crossed her lips. “All right.”
He moved to the bed, dropping his towel at the side. Leaning over, he grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her up for a kiss. “Thank you.”
“You haven’t had the massage yet,” she told him.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m still grateful to you for thinking of it. A massage sounds perfect right now.”
He lay face down on the bed, and she spread her legs over his lower back, her pussy pressing against his skin. Surprisingly, his cock stirred.
Not so tired, after all.
He heard her rubbing the oil between her hands. Then she started on his shoulders, rubbing at the knots before moving down his spine and pressing on his lower back.
She was slightly clumsy and at times pushed too hard on the tender areas and so softly on other areas he could hardly feel her. But it was still the best massage he’d ever had.
When she moved to his buttocks, his dick firmed even more, aching as it pressed against the mattress.
“Could you roll over, please, Sir?”
Hell, yes, he could.
She climbed off him, and he rolled, staring up at her as she took in his erection. She licked her lips, her gaze riveted on his cock. Now, that was enough to make a man’s ego inflate. Then she straddled his lower stomach and massaged the front of his shoulders and his chest. She moved down, her pussy brushing against his cock, and he groaned. Lacey knelt between his legs and, leaning in, took his cock into the warmth of her mouth.
Gray let out a low shout. “Lacey.” Even though he ached with arousal, he still wasn’t certain he was up to anything right now.
“Sh,” she murmured. “This is just for you. Just close your eyes and enjoy.”
She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking him into her wet warmth. She circled her hand around the base of him, holding his dick steady as she licked the head of his cock, exploring him, tasting him.
It was more than a man could be expected to take.
His balls ached, his orgasm building in the small of his back. As though sensing how close he was, she stopped licking at him and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth then moved slowly down, inch by inch. Then up just as slowly.
He clasped the back of her head. “Faster,” he growled, guiding her movements. “That’s it. Fuck yeah.”