“Well, that is entirely creepy,” I mutter, and Luke chuckles next to me.
“Lie down on the tables, face down, shoulders touching. We will begin with your back and then move to the front,” the taller one says.
I eye Luke and then my massagist. “I’ll keep my towel on.”
Luke glances down and then nods. “Yeah, me too.”
“It’s better if you are completely nude,” the ogling massagist says, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“He’ll keep it on,” I snap. Because Luke is mine.
Mine.
No one is going to touch him without my permission.
We slide onto the tables and lie down on our stomachs, our shoulders touching, our faces just inches apart. We’re so close I can see that the pupils in Luke’s hazel eyes are blown out.
“This is kinda hot,” he mutters as he shifts a little closer to me.
“That’s the point,” I reply, and he wets his mouth, and my eyes track that tongue of his.
This is becoming some kind of obsession, as is everything with Luke.
“Alright, breathe in…and now out,” one says, and we do as we’re told. A second later, hands are on us, and they begin kneading our sore muscles.
Luke groans deeply, his eyes fluttering, and the sounds he’s making are obscene, making me hot and flushed. It reminds me of when we fuck.
Our eyes lock, and we just stare into each other’s depths as hands move down our backs.
“I think this was a mistake,” Luke whispers, and I snort.
“I told you, but you didn’t listen.”
“They’re touching my ass,” he mutters, glances back, and huffs. “They’re not going to touch my asshole, are they? Like do a prostate massage?”
“They better not,” I grumble but can’t help the amused chuckle that slips from my mouth at the mortification slipping across his face.
He jumps slightly, and I chuckle.
“You laughing at me?” he asks with a smile, and I clamp my mouth shut. “You are. You’re laughing. Your eyes are twinkling.”
“Yes, well, you got yourself into this,” I reply and then snap loudly, “Do not touch me there! Privates are to remain private.”
The massagist removes his hands from my ass cheeks and moves to the back of my thighs. Good. The only person who gets to touch me there is Luke. I’m very particular about that.
They work down our legs, and I have to admit, they’re doing a fantastic job. But when they tell us to turn over, Luke’s eyes widen.
“I don’t think I should,” he whispers. “I have the biggest boner right now from just looking at you.”
I snort. “This is a tantric massage. That’s the whole point.”
“You mean this is going to end with a happy ending?”
“I don’t think so, but with the way your guy was eyeing you, I wouldn’t put it past him.”
Luke lowers his eyebrows. “I dunno if I like this, Eli. Don’t want anyone touching my dick but you.”
Welp, that’s enough for me. I lean up on my elbows, glance behind me, and firmly say, “We’re done here.”