Chapter 33
Chapter 33:
His strong arms pulled me to rest on top of his body, and I easily melted into his deep embrace. My body fit perfectly against his, and I knew my heart had already absorbed his words. I let myself fall, perhaps foolishly, for the men who wanted me as their boy toy.
It was three days after my trip with Nash that Lance came to visit. He looked exhausted, so we cuddled on the sofa, watching his favorite football team while enjoying dinner.
We soon found ourselves talking about Jed again, since I was still curious about how he had handled the situation. But Lance wouldn’t give me a straight answer when I asked what he had done with my boss. I pouted, which only made him laugh at me.
“That’s between Jed and me. I don’t want you to worry about it,” he said, kissing my temple. He pulled me onto his lap once we finished eating.
I sighed, realizing I wasn’t going to get anywhere with my questions. Instead, I focused on the tension in Lance’s muscles, running my hands along his shoulders and applying pressure to his stiff joints. “Do you want me to give you a massage?” I offered.
I’d first massaged Lance about a week ago, after he came home looking completely drained. He’d mentioned a board meeting and a client making unreasonable demands.
That day, I had given him my best effort to help him relax. I oiled him up and gently worked his muscles, mimicking the techniques I had seen on YouTube. I had come across a video and subscribed to the channel, thinking I should learn how to do it properly. Lance seemed to enjoy our previous erotic massage at the private hotel, so I figured I’d give him another treat.
“Damn, Remy, you’re getting good at this p>
“Thank you,” I smiled happily, accepting his compliment. But I quickly burst out laughing when he wrapped his oily legs around me, pushing me down onto my back. His lips were on mine within seconds.
The first time we got tangled up with his oily body, the experience was slippery and intense, and we laughed until we climaxed.
Now, the way his hungry eyes looked at me made me strip naked and crawl on top of his shiny, oil-covered body. We moved together, our kisses heated, hands exploring each other as I ground myself against his fingers, readying myself for him.
I moaned, needy, as he hovered above me, resting my legs on his chest and positioning himself between my thighs. His thrusts were slow and sensual, and I couldn’t stop moaning his name. His hands gripped my waist, holding me still as his pace picked up.
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“Remy, baby, you’re making me so goddamn horny for you,” he groaned, pounding into me hard and deep. I shuddered as our eyes locked on each other.
“So close,” I pleaded. He smirked sexily before telling me to let go. It didn’t take long before I burst, smearing my release between us while he thrust into me until he came, leaving me dripping with his essence.
Lance fell asleep shortly after we cleaned up. I cuddled next to him, knowing he would have to leave soon to return to his family. I thought we still had some time, but when his phone buzzed, I knew he had been called home. I was going to spend the rest of the night alone.
What I had expected to be a boring night didn’t unfold as planned. Not long after Lance left, there was a knock at the door. I thought Lance might have forgotten something, but when I opened it, I was met by two beautiful women—one tall, the other shorter, looking delicate like a porcelain doll.
They were poised to perfection. I thought they were neighbors or perhaps had the wrong address, but they both continued staring at me.
Then the tall one did something unexpected: she slapped my cheek so hard that I tasted the metallic tang of blood.
Her eyes welled up with tears as she pushed me inside the apartment, and the other woman closed the door behind her.
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