Beautifully Twisted (31 page)

She checks her cell phone before she goes down for her spa appointment, a little piece of her hoping to see a message from SP, but there was nothing. He really didn’t give a shit. All over a business trip to Spain. She knew damn well though that this has nothing to do with Spain, and everything to do with her naked dates with Brett. In a way, she knew Scott had a right to be pissed. He just handled his anger so inappropriately. She’s honestly surprised he didn’t drag her kicking and screaming back to The Garden and chain her to the wall.

Alexa enters the spa and inhales the calming lavender scent permeating the room. She needs something to sooth her rattled nerves. She walks to the front desk to check in and then sits in a plush chair waiting for her masseuse.

Perusing a woman’s magazine, she waits to hear her name called. When she does, she looks up to see the perky, blond masseuse waiting for her. Alexa cringes for a moment, reminded of the horrible scene she witnessed at Scott’s and the beautiful blond sitting between his legs.
In my spot.

Alexa smiles and rises, following the girl to the massage room. “How are you tonight, Miss Drake?” the masseuse asks.

“Stressed out,” Alexa replies dryly.

“Well then, you’ve come to the right place. By the time you leave here, your muscles will feel like buttah,” she says, with her charming New York accent. “Where you from? You sound British.”

“San Diego, but I live in London. I guess it’s rubbing off on me a bit.”

“Nice! British accents are totally sexy.”

“Thanks,” Alexa says, feeling anything but.

“Just undress and then climb under the blankets. I’ll be back in a few minutes and you can tell me the parts that need attention,” she smiles. “Oh by the way, my name is Trista.”

“Thank you, Trista,” Alexa smiles and begins to peel off her clothes. The part of her that needs the most attention was waiting for SP to take care of it. Now, Alexa imagines, she’s in for another long dry spell.

She climbs on the massage table, lying face down, waiting for Trista to return. She hears the door open and then soft music fills the room. Trista’s sweet, girlish voice whispers, “Where do you need me to focus, Miss Drake?”

“My neck, shoulders, back–you know what, just go full body. I’m a wreck. I had a tough day, a bad break up, and I just need the tension rubbed out. And please, call me Alexa.”

“Okay, Alexa. I’ll just start at your feet and work my way around,” she says.

“Perfect.” Alexa closes her eyes, soaking in the pleasurable feel of Trista’s manipulation of her aching muscles.

“You are tense,” Trista notices, as she kneads Alexa’s calf muscles.

“Understatement,” Alexa murmurs. “I just got here today, I’m jet lagged and pissed off. I’ll need more than a massage to fix what’s wrong with me, but it’s a start.”

“I’ll do my best,” Trista offers.

Alexa drifts off to sleep for what seems like an eternity before she hears Trista gently request that she flip onto her back. Alexa always felt that massages were a double edged sword. Sure they got the kinks out, but the feeling of someone’s hands, male or female, all over her, always turned her on and she found that she had a different kind of tension when the massage was over. She felt Trista’s hands rubbing her shoulders and down onto her collar bone, the slick oil making her hands glide effortlessly over Alexa’s skin.

Without thinking, Alexa let a small moan slip from her lips. “Does that feel good, Alexa?” Trista asks.

Alexa nods. “So good. I need this.”

Trista’s hands slide just below the sheet covering Alexa’s breasts, causing Alexa’s breath to catch softly. She found herself instinctively arching her back into Trista’s able hands, and the masseuse responding by digging deeper into Alexa’s flesh. Alexa felt her arm pressed between Trista’s breasts as she massages the tender muscles along Alexa’s forearm.

For a moment, Alexa thinks that the girl is being very intimate with her. Alexa opens her eyes and stares at the girl, who simply smiles in return. She closes her eyes again, realizing that she is being ridiculous. Her masseuse is not seducing her. Trista puts her arm back down and pushes the sheet to the side, exposing Alexa’s tummy, and digs her fingers into the soft flesh there. Trista’s fingers glide gently down Alexa’s body until she reaches her hip bone. Her fingers linger there, sliding down under the sheet, stroking Alexa’s thigh. This is not like any massage Alexa’s ever had and now she’s sure Trista is suggesting something entirely different.

She opens her eyes and grabs Trista’s wrist, without saying a word. Trista’s eyes soften and her pretty pink lips spread into a smile. “You should just close your eyes and relax. I’m doing my job and I promise you’ll feel really good when I’m done.”

“I don’t know…” Alexa says, completely turned on but just as unsure.

“Shhh…” Trista says, and gently shakes her wrist from Alexa’s grip.

Alexa closes her eyes, nervous but interested. She hasn’t had any experiences with females, except the one back at that house party she attended the summer after high school. She drank so much she passed out in one of the bedrooms and woke up with some chick between her legs, eating her out. She never came so hard and so fast in her life and was close to returning the favor when the girl’s boyfriend found her and carried her off.

Alexa feels the sheet slide up, uncovering her naked body. Her breathing quickens and a hundred feelings course through her in that moment, calm not being one of them. Trista’s hands gently part her thighs and brush softly over the top of her bare mound, causing Alexa to suck her breath in.

“Relax, just breathe,” Trista whispers. She continues to drag her fingers over Alexa’s aroused skin, softly, like feathers, only warmer.

Suddenly, Alexa feels Trista’s fingertips tickling the folds between her legs, coaxing them open, gentle but firm. “How far are you gonna go?” Alexa asks, breathless.

“As far as you want. You need this and I can give it to you. I want to. You’re very beautiful, I’m sure you know that,” Trista says, her voice soft and luxurious. “Just tell me when to stop and I will, okay?”

Alexa nods her head, already lost in the pleasure seeping through her. She isn’t going to stop Trista at all. She’s going to lay back and enjoy every second of this, and hopefully, get an orgasm out of the deal. She takes a deep breath and relaxes her body into the soft sheets beneath her, spreading her legs just a little further.

Trista slides a finger inside Alexa and slowly twists it in and out, her thumb expertly rubbing her clit. Alexa releases a quite moan and grinds a bit to help the process. Trista’s other hand slides up to Alexa’s breast and rolls her hardened nipple between her finger and thumb. Surprising herself, Alexa reaches out and runs her hands over Trista’s t-shirt, barely touching her breasts.

“Do you want to touch me too, Alexa?” Trista asks.

Alexa nods and the pretty blond takes Alexa’s hand and slides it up under her shirt, laying it against her ample cleavage.

Alexa opens her eyes and smiles. “Unhook your bra,” she says, quietly.

Trista grins and does so, hiking her shirt up over her obvious but well done breast implants. Alexa’s eyes roam over her tanned and tattooed skin, noticing the vine that snakes up her torso, stopping at her pierced nipples. Alexa reaches out and touches the tiny silver bar decorating Trista’s pink little nipple.

“Pretty,” Alexa whispers.

“So are you,” Trista says back, and plunges a second finger inside of Alexa. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Oh shit. I do. Holy fuck, I do.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Alexa asks instead.

“Very much so.”

“Okay.”

Trista bends down and licks Alexa’s lips briefly before she dips her tongue inside her mouth, kissing her so deeply that she feels it in every crevice of her body. Alexa’s surprised she could feel this much pleasure from anyone that isn’t Scott. She returns the kiss, swirling her tongue around Trista’s, her hands caressing and kneading the girl’s breasts.

Trista lifts her head and smiles. “Can I finish you off? I want to very much.”

“How?” Alexa asks, dying to hear the answer.

Trista doesn’t answer but moves further down the table, lowering her mouth between Alexa’s legs. Alexa lifts her head and watches with awe and fascination as Trista closes her mouth over her aching clit, sucking with such skill, all Alexa can do is grip the table she lays on. Trista continues to pump her fingers inside Alexa and twirl her tongue through her folds until Alexa bites her lip to keep from screaming out.

Oh my God, this is good, this is so fucking good. So…fuuuccck.
Alexa’s body responds to this pleasure by exploding into an orgasm that shakes her to her core. Trista continues sucking causing Alexa to writhe on the table, pushing the girl’s head away, trying to make the intensity stop.

Trista lifts her head and smiles, running her hands over Alexa’s body once more before pulling the sheets back up to cover her. “I hope you enjoyed your massage this evening, Miss Drake. If you’re ever back in New York, I do hope you’ll come see me again,” she says, winking. She fastens her bra and pulls her shirt down again, tucking it into her shorts. “This is our little secret.”

Alexa nods. “Yes, secret. Thank you, it was incredible.”

“My pleasure, and just to be clear I did that because I wanted to. There are no additional charges. That was just me wanting to help a beautiful woman.”

“It didn’t cross my mind otherwise, I’m quite sure this isn’t one of
those
spas,” and for the first time all day, Alexa laughs.

Trista giggles. “No it isn’t. I would be kicked out on my ass if anyone knew.”

“Well don’t worry about that. I’ll be on a plane to London in the morning. You’ll never see me again.”

“That’s a shame, Alexa,” Trista says before excusing herself from the room.

Holy shit. That was way better than drunk high school chick at a party.
Alexa slowly dresses; her legs wobbly from the O that just rocked her world. There was only one way it would’ve been better.
Fucking Scotty.

She walks out, pays for her massage and leaves Trista an obscene tip before heading back up to her room. Once back, she orders room service, eats quietly, and watches some dumb movie, checking her phone a thousand times for a word from Scott. Nothing.

Scott could not believe that Alexa showed up in New York. It was the last move he expected her to make after how he treated her in London. Based on their first break up he thought she would never speak to him again. Now, after what she witnessed today, he was sure she never would.

How could I be so fucking stupid, and what am I gonna do now
? Knowing she was there to see him, he taunted her, ridiculed her, and watched the only person who mattered to him walk out of his door. Her last words to him rang in his ears–she was there to give him her love, to lay at his feet and what did he do? He acted like a bastard.

He runs his hands over his face trying to collect his thoughts. After Alexa left, he made the two women leave. Two women he had seen before and knew would not challenge him or question him. Two women that combined could not get him as excited as one word from Alexa’s gorgeous mouth. He remembered how her green eyes seemed to glow through her tears and his chest hurt that he caused that pain in her. As much as he loved her, ached for her, desired her, he knew in his heart that he wasn’t good enough for her. Better to let her go and give her a chance to find someone worthy of loving Alexa Drake. The best thing he could for her was to stay the hell away.