Full Service (Pleasure Chest 2)

“You’re tense,” he says.

“Am not,” I say, intentionally hunching my shoulders.

He chuckles, and the warmth of the sound lightens the atmosphere again. “How about a massage? Maybe it’ll help get out these knots. Help you relax.” His fingers are on my shoulders, and the thought of a massage sounds absolutely amazing right now. The last time I had a real massage? Years.

I turn to face him, taking the time to run my hands across his ribs. “That sounds amazing.”

He presses his lips to mine, and for just a moment I lose myself. We’re tangled up in each other before we catch ourselves. He pulls away. “Massage.” He tugs me along with him across the apartment to a wide arch that opens into his bedroom. The space is dominated by a truly huge bed, and I’ve rarely seen one more inviting. The linens are a blue so deep it’s almost black, with a pile of cream and silver pillows. He grins at me. “Luckily we’re doing some testing for massage oil and lube. I have some samples I brought back with me.”

I laugh. “Sure you didn’t plan that?”

“I mean, I’m not saying that these samples didn’t influence my offer at all.” He comes back holding out a couple of bottles for my inspection. “I have vanilla and strawberry.”

“Mmm. Vanilla please.”

He puts the strawberry aside. “Now Ms. Bishop, I know that the dry cleaning expenses are high for dresses, but I’ve heard that they’re ten times higher for sexy lingerie.”

“Oh really?”

“It’s true,” he says lightly, “and I would hate for lingerie like that—which is fucking hot—to be damaged in any way by a massage.”

I sit down on the edge of the bed. “You have a fair point,” I say, “and I do really like this bra.” I reach behind my back and undo the clasp, shrugging the bra off and letting it fall to the floor. I see Jet tense, his eyes now glued to my breasts. I lean back, rolling over onto my stomach, and when I peek over at him he’s still staring, now at my ass. “See something you like?”

His eyes flick to mine, that wicked little smile making its first appearance of the night. He kneels next to me on the bed, pouring some oil into his hand. His hands spread across my back, and the oil seeps into my skin. I’m surrounded by the scent of vanilla. Jet’s actually very good at this, and the movement of his hands is at once relaxing me and turning me on. His fingers dip below the hemline of my underwear, and I make a scolding sound. “Careful where you touch me during the massage,” I say playfully.

In response, Jet spreads his hands down the sides of my ribs, curling underneath me until my breasts are in his hands. “I want to touch you everywhere,” he says, and his voice is deeper than it was before. His hands squeeze me, and the feeling races straight to my clit. I’m going to be begging him to take me if he keeps up with this kind of massage. His fingers are in the waistband of my panties again, this time pulling them down. The oil and his hands spread over my ass, massaging deeply, slowly moving closer to between my legs where he can reach my pussy.

Just when I think he’s going to touch me there, he abandons my ass completely, returning to my back and working the knots in my shoulders. “Turn over,” he says, and I do. His hands never leave me, making a seamless transition from massaging my shoulders to massaging my chest. But now I can see him, the way the muscles in his arms are working as he runs his fingers along my ribs, the way his hair is falling into his eyes as he leans over me. He touches my breasts again, taking the time to tease my nipples, pinching them and pulling them outward, leaving them hard and aching for more.

As Jet moves lower, my anticipation rises. With every touch of his hands I’m getting more wet, and I want him to reach my pussy. I want him to touch me there. His hands reach the skin just above my clit, and I press my hips up into his hands. He laughs, finally dipping his fingers through my folds. I gasp, back arching, as his middle finger slips inside me. “You’re so wet,” he says, curling his finger to touch my G-spot.

“Yes,” I manage to say, and I’m not sure if I’m agreeing with his statement or telling him I love it. Both are true.

“Close your eyes,” Jet says. I follow his instructions, and his fingers leave my pussy. I hear his footsteps as he moves away, going across the apartment and coming back. “Open your legs for me.”

His finger slips inside me again, and I moan. As he fucks me with his finger, a pleasant pressure builds in my center, and then his finger is gone. “This will be cold,” he says, and suddenly it is, the head of the glass dildo is pressing into my pussy, and it’s cold enough to make me gasp. It’s so opposite from my body heat that I shiver, my body adapting to the new temperature. I open my eyes to find Jet concentrating on my pussy, working the glass toy inside me. The spirals feel odd and pleasant—not a texture I would have chosen, but I like it. When the dildo is all the way inside me, Jet smiles. “How do you feel?”

The coldness of the dildo is so alien and strange, but also arousing. I can’t explain the feeling. The glass is heavy inside me, and I feel pleasantly full with the cold. The temperature is making me more sensitive and my clit feels hot by comparison. He eases the dildo out, only to push it in again, and I groan. “I’ll tell you later,” I say. “Just don’t stop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, and seals his mouth over my clit. The heat of his mouth compared to the icy cold of the dildo sends me spinning, and I make a sound I don’t think I’ve ever made before. He starts to fuck me with the dildo, tongue working my clit all the while. He flicks up one side and down the other, then licking the underside, and sucking it deep. My hands fist in the sheets, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him to fuck me harder, suck me deeper. The combination of his tongue and the cold has me suddenly close to the edge, and I want to come. I want to finish on his tongue, let him taste me.

Jet spins the dildo inside my pussy, the spirals on the glass eliciting a whole new wave of feeling. I’m begging him now, asking him to make me come, and he fucks me with more force. The hardness of the glass presses against me in a way I’ve never felt, and it’s making me shake—the ridges on it are driving me crazy. But it’s his mouth that sends me over the edge. Jet swirls his tongue around my clit, repeating the motion until I’m arching against him, and once I am, he scrapes my clit with his teeth, the difference enough to send me over the edge. I cry out Jet’s name, my pussy squeezing down on the glass and my cum flooding onto his mouth. He continues to suck at me, until I’m writhing on the bed and shaking under his tongue.

When he finally pulls out the glass toy I feel the loss, now used to the coolness of the material. My body is still in the aftershocks of bliss, and it isn’t until I hear the tearing of a condom wrapper that I remember there’s still one more toy we haven’t tried.

12

I completely forgot about the couple’s toy. Jet’s couple’s toy. It’s in his hand now, and I watch as he slips it onto his cock, which is gloriously hard. The toy itself is a pretty teal, but I don’t get a chance to look at it up close, because Jet is back. He’s kissing me now, and this time I let myself get lost. His lips could convince anyone of anything, that’s how great they are. My head is still cloudy with pleasure, and I’m so sensitive that every part of me he touches comes alive. He fits himself against me, entering me in one smooth stroke, and a spike of heat flares through my body. It may have been a tiny orgasm, but I can’t think about it, because he’s filling me up so deeply, and in this position it’s even more evident than the last time. The toy he has on is nestled against my clit, and even though it’s not turned on, the pressure is pleasant.

Jet slides out of me slowly, easing back in. His pace increases, and I wrap my arms around him, drawing his body closer against me. Our eyes are locked as he thrusts into me, and I don’t think I’ve ever done this—been seen, watched, noticed like this in the middle of sex. It sends a burst of arousal through me, and my pussy gets wetter. Jet feels it, and it fuels his speed. He’s fucking me now, and I can’t keep my eyes open, can’t focus on anything oth

er the sensations rippling through me with every stroke.

The pleasure sinks through my body, and my breath is coming in short gasps. I can feel another orgasm on the distant horizon, getting closer as his cock touches that deep part of part of me that sets off fireworks. Jet pauses in his thrusting for a moment, and I feel why. Suddenly the toy thrums to life, a completely different feeling than the other toy. This one the buzzing is soft, almost teasing. It won’t get me there on its own, but combined with Jet’s cock…

Oh my god.

I’m suddenly wrapping my entire body around Jet to get him closer, to pound into me harder. Every thrust against me presses the little vibrator against my clit, and combined with his rhythm, I’m pulsing with vibration and the echoing pleasure of being well and truly fucked. More. I need more, more. I’m telling him that I need it, not to stop, please don’t stop. I grab his hips and grind into him, trying to keep that deceptive little vibrator pressed against me for just a little longer.

Jet grabs my arms, pinning them above my head as he fucks me. I can’t do anything but take what he gives, and I love it. I’m so close to coming, the vibrations keeping me on the edge of the cliff, not letting me go over. I know he’s getting close too, I can hear it in his breath and the sounds he’s making. I beg him, I ask him to make me come, and then I can’t speak anymore because the pleasure is keeping me in limbo.

Then Jet slips home, thrusting deeply into me once, twice, and a third time, burying himself to the hilt and staying there. The vibrator hits my clit and stays there, and I shatter, coming harder than I ever have in my life. My screams echo off the walls, and his cries do to as he comes with me. I can feel his cock jump inside me as squeeze down onto him, muscles shuddering uncontrollably in the wake of my orgasm. He kisses me, and I kiss him. I’m out of my mind with the feelings running through my nerves. My body feels light and fragile, like it’s been the conductor for all the pleasure in the world and could be set off again at any moment.

Our kisses slow together, calming from frenzied to soft and deep. He turns off the toy, and slips out of me so he can lie beside me. I feel like I could lie here forever in this feeling of being utterly content. “If every toy you’ve designed is like that,” I say, “I think your line is going to be very, very successful.”