The Masseuse (6 page)

And only one reason why she should: she really wanted him to fuck her. She didn’t want to be made love to, no, she wanted something more...primal, animalistic, and she sensed that was exactly what Ramsey was offering. She could see it in those dark eyes, the way he touched her, kissed her...

“Invite me in,” he prodded, his voice low and husky. “We both need it.”

Jezebel nodded against him. “Yes.” His lips brushed hers and his hand, which must have been working her jacket, was suddenly cupping her breast over her blouse. She moaned, wanting to feel his skin against hers. “Yes. Come in.”

Chapter 4

His lips caught hers in a kiss so passionate, so intense, she whimpered again, and found herself in his lap. She didn’t know how she got there, but Jezebel wasn’t complaining. Her jacket was open, her skirt a belt around her waist, and seated as she was, she could feel the thick, hard length of him under his work pants. She rubbed against him, and his head fell back against the headrest as he groaned as if in painful ecstasy. Jezebel moaned softly, enjoying the feel of him against her through their clothing. Because his reaction called to the very carnal part of her being, she did it again, working her hips in a sensual, slow way.

Ramsey’s eyes half-masted, giving him a mysterious, seductive look, and then his lips caught hers again in a quick, hard kiss. Somewhere in the distance, she heard a click, and then the brittle January air rushed her body, snapping her from her haze. She’d barely pulled the jacket closed before he was moving, sliding her down his body and onto the sidewalk.

Suddenly self-conscious, Jezebel looked around at the surrounding houses. It was dark but tall, yellow street lamps cast dim light on the roadway. She lived in a good neighborhood, a family-oriented, quiet neighborhood, but her neighbors—especially the stay-at-home wives and mothers who needed entertainment—were nosey. She’d been to a few block meetings only to find out they all knew where she worked, who she was dating, almost everything they could know from peering out their windows at her. Not a week after she’d broken up with Kirk, Maggie, who lived in the house to the left, baked her an apple pie just because “she looked like she needed it.” Some of the others had sent pastries, and offered to help with garden-work in the summer. She wasn’t even a
gardener
. Jezebel couldn’t dislike them—they were too nice for that, dammit—but she could glare.

So busy was she scouting out the dark windows, she didn’t see or feel Ramsey exit the vehicle until his large body was practically enveloping hers. His heat at her back felt so good, she couldn’t help but lean back.

“What are you looking at?” His voice was low and husky, seduction in its purest form.

“Nothing.” She shivered. It had nothing to do with the cold.

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” Ramsey’s lips pressed to her neck and she groaned before stepping away quickly and turning to face him. They were still outside...

He had one brow lifted, and wore an easy smirk.

Jezebel shook her head. “No.” Because she wasn’t. This was about two adults fulfilling a basic need. She needed him; he needed her. It was just for tonight.

Without another word, she brushed past him. Heading for the gate before she drew up short. She was spinning to tell him she’d left her bag in his car, when it suddenly appeared in front of her face.

Ramsey smirked, and she snatched it away. He seemed a bit too “cool” for her liking right now, as if he hadn’t been pawing her in his truck.

Jezebel stepped inside, flicked the foyer light on, and waited for him to enter. The moment he closed the door and turned to her, she swallowed. The raw look on his face...scared her, though not in a bad way. He continued to stare, his eyes roaming her face, and her jacket-clad body, as if he didn’t know what he wanted to do first. Growing self-conscious at his intense scrutiny, she smirked and challenged, “I invited you in. Now what?”

***

She’d unleashed a beast.

After her challenge, things moved fast. He dropped the bag from over his shoulder—she hadn’t even noticed it until then—and within moments, was pulling the coat from her body. He barely gave her time to react, instead, pulling her blouse off, unsnapping her bra, gripping her buttocks and pulling her up. She locked her legs around his waist as he braced her against the wall and kissed her until she was dizzy. When she was staring at him with what had to be a stupid expression, he proceeded to show loving, tender care to her breasts, particularly her achy nipples.

As he licked and sucked at her like she was his favorite candy, his hips moved against hers. His lips left her breasts and were on hers in seconds, his tongue punching into her mouth as his hands gripped her buttocks. In this position, his shaft dragged along her clitoris with each thrust and between that and his kisses…

Her orgasm sneaked up on her, and the gasp she released was one of both shock and pleasure. Embarrassed at how quick she’d come, Jezebel avoided Ramsey’s eyes as he lowered her to the floor. She was contemplating uninviting him when his lips caught hers again.

“Ram—” The rest of her words were muffled as he deepened the kiss. His fingers slid between their bodies and into her panties. Before she could speak, they were in her slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against her lips, nipping before pulling her bottom lip into his mouth. “So sexy.”

His words sent a rush of pleasure through her.

“Where’s your bedroom, Jezebel?” The pad of one finger pressed against her clitoris and she moaned. “Like that?” When she didn’t respond, he brushed the sensitive nub and retreated. Instantly, she moved forward, seeking more. When his finger stroked her again, she clutched his shoulders and spread her legs wider. Two fingers slid into her and the pad of his thumb circled her nub. Her legs trembled and she fell back against the wall. His tongue laved her throat, dragging a startled cry from her, even as his fingers worked magic on her body. He was thrusting fast, his digits curled forward and stroking over her bundle of nerves with each pull and push, when he suddenly stopped. His fingers retreated, leaving her bereft.

As Jezebel’s eyes focused, Ramsey’s face came into view. He was smiling. “Your bedroom, Jezebel.”

She didn’t know how they got there, but she must have led him. All she could focus on was his tongue on her clit. Jezebel was spread on her bed like a large meal, and Ramsey was feasting. She would have chuckled at the thought, but his tongue suddenly plunged into her sex. . She groaned at the assault. He was teasing her. Everything he did was a tease. She was naked, bare as the day she was born, and he still had on everything but his jacket and shoes.

“Ramsey!” she mewled, sliding her hand into his hair and pulling. He didn’t move—he instead, sucked her clit into his mouth, which instantly sent her body into convulsions with its second orgasm of the night

With a final lick, Ramsey kissed his way up her body until his face was above hers. He kissed her lightly, and she tasted herself on him. “I could eat your pussy for days. Delicious.”

Even as she groaned, he was leaving her body. Confused, and then shuddering in anticipation, she watched him undo the buttons of his under-jacket and take it off. When he began removing his shirt, she pushed up and beckoned him forward. Although her bed was pretty high, she still had to kneel to follow through on her task. As the shirt parted on either side of him, Jezebel ran her hands over smooth, steely muscles of his chest.

“Like what you see?”

She nodded. Yes, she certainly did. She’d known he was in great shape, but feeling it was even better. He wasn’t big like a bodybuilder or those guys with the huge arms and T-Rex arms for legs; he was lean, and there were hard grooves in his belly to prove he was working with some type of -pack.

She moved her hands to his belt, quickly tossing it aside before she undid his pants and slid her hand into his boxers.

Jezebel froze, her eyes lifting to Ramsey’s in shock.

He smirked. “You didn’t believe the stereotype, did you?” He clicked his tongue.

Before Jezebel could make sense of what he said—she was still trying to figure out if she’d grabbed his leg by mistake—he removed her hand and pushed his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion. Jezebel’s eyes were drawn to the juncture of his thighs, where the long, thick phallus—she’d seen a handful of cocks before, and this was on another level—was saluting her.

Jezebel swallowed nervously. Some men had length, some had girth, and some men were just deadly. That thing looked like it belonged on a porno set. She shook her head.

Fingers were suddenly in her hair, and she looked up to find Ramsey staring down at her, a soft smirk on his lips. “Second thoughts?”

Yes, yes, she was having second thoughts, dammit. She looked at it again. That thing was going to hurt. There was no way around it. She was going to be in pain.

Ramsey’s lips were suddenly on hers. Even as she tried to focus on why this wouldn’t happen, her body was relaxing, melting. His free hand slid around to her ass, cupping a cheek and squeezing, before he gently stroked her sides.

When she went limp, he lowered her to the bed. His sex brushed her leg and she started, turning her face away from his kisses. “Ramsey...I—”

He sucked her neck hard, forcing a heated cry from her lips. “I’ll fit,” he whispered confidently. His hand was suddenly between her legs, cupping her weeping sex. Her treacherous body lifted against his hand, and he stroked her in response. “I’ve waited months for this.”

His finger slid into her. She was so wet it glided a few times, before a second finger joined it.

“Wh-what? Months?”

He nipped at her ear. “I saw you at one of the SBA’s meetings in October.”

“I don’t remember.” She broke off as another finger joined the other two.

“You wouldn’t.” His lips moved to her breasts. As his tongue flicked her nipple, she lifted her hips for his thrusting fingers. “I didn’t introduce myself.”

“Wh-why not? “

He nipped at her breasts and she mewled. “You were busy. You always have an audience, don’t you—and I had another meeting.”

His thumb suddenly settled over her clit, and lightly stroked. She worked her hips frantically, needing the ecstasy, needing to come.

“Jezebel?” His hand stopped. She looked up at him in confusion. Suddenly, his fingers were leaving her.

“What are you doing?”

He grabbed a gold condom packet he must have put on her end table, and moved to his knees.
Oh.
Because, no matter how terrified she was of the thing, she was fascinated. He ripped it open with his teeth, like a wild animal about to devour her. Her sex grew even wetter. Then he rolled it down his sex.

When he came over her again, nerves took hold. Jezebel was no virgin—she lost it over a decade ago—but she’d been celibate for over a year, and hadn’t been using sex toys religiously. Her fingers usually got the job done.

“Relax.” Ramsey kissed her shoulder. “I won’t hurt you.”

She snorted. Deciding that he needed to know a few things before he got any ideas of porno marathons and freaky positions, she said low and clear, “I haven’t had sex in over a year.”

He lifted his head, and she read surprise, then pleasure on his face. Great, he was hung like a proverbial horse and a caveman.

“Don’t look so smug. I was busy.”

“I won’t hurt you, Jezebel,” he repeated softly, his eyes asking her to trust him. She sighed. “You’re tense, again.”

Because he was about to stick his
phallus
in her. Of course she was tense!

His fingers trailed down her side softly, then with more pressure as he sucked and licked at her neck, her jaw, her lips. Ramsey Stone was a great kisser. His tongue stroked, dipped, and when she least expected it, dominated. She loved his kisses—

She felt him at her entrance, and quivered. He stroked forward, and her body stretched, though not unpleasantly. Before she could properly decide how it felt, he retreated completely. He did this over and over—inserting just the tip of him and removing it —until she slid her hands into his hair, and snarled, “Stop teasing me!”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he reminded, a smile on his lips. He was enjoying this.

“Then don’t!” Her chest rose and fell heavily. Her body was overheating; her mind could process nothing but him. “Do it.”

“Do what?” he asked innocently, stroking just the head into her and pulling out. “This?”

“You asshole!” she hissed, tightening her grip in his hair.

“Ouch, Jez. You’re hurting my feelin—”

“Stop playing games with me!” She was at her wits end. Why was he doing this?

“I don’t want to hurt—”

She pulled his head down, fusing her lips to his. He gasped, and it was all she needed. Ramsey had tricks, it seemed, but she had some of her own. Stroking her tongue against his, she gyrated under him, taking him a bit deeper and pulling a growl from his body. She shuddered. So good. And did it again.

Ramsey’s hand was suddenly at her hip, keeping her steady. He dragged himself up for air, and stared down at her with such unbridled lust, she almost stopped breathing. Good.

“I want it,” she whispered, tossing her head back.

“What do you want?” His voice was low, raw, and dangerous.

Stroking a finger along his hard side, she licked her lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

Fullness such that she’d never felt before suddenly invaded her body. “Ohhh!” It wasn’t painful, but it was close.

He remained still—he didn’t even seem to breathe—as she adjusted to his size. Moments later, she was urging him to move. His thrusts started out shallow, slow, leisurely thrusts that made her crave more.

“Faster!” He increased his pace a fraction. Gripping his buttocks—tight, hard, glorious ass—she screamed, “Fuck me faster, Ramsey!”

He halted. His hand dragged hers from his ass. The look on his face was savage. “Later.”

What?

She gripped him again and pulled him forward.

“Jezebel!” It was a warning. She didn’t care.

“Faster, dammit!”