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Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 2
I ROLLED my neck from one side to the other, trying vainly to stretch the ache from my overtaxed muscles. Whose brilliant idea had it been to schedule ten international customer visits in two weeks? Oh yeah, that would be me. My assistant, Alicia, had tried to talk me out of it, but I’d wanted the feedback on our newest software release as quickly as possible. It was a relief to hear the positive comments from some of our biggest accounts, but the nonstop whirl of plane flights, train connections, and taxi rides had taken their toll, and the turbulence on the next-to-last leg of my trip home had left everyone on the Dusseldorf-to-London flight feeling queasy. Even so, I probably wouldn’t be complaining if I hadn’t tried to help the frail-looking little old lady seated next to me by handing down her luggage from the overhead bin. I’d grabbed it with one hand as I tried to stop the rest of the compartment’s contents from falling on my head with the other, but I’d seriously underestimated the weight of her suitcase. She must have packed it full of cinderblocks—I had no idea how she’d managed to get it up there, since it damnnear ripped my shoulder out of its socket coming down. The grandmotherly matron patted my cheek in thanks, though I’ll swear she copped a feel of my ass too as she tottered past me down the aisle, trailing her roller-bag behind her. By the time I’d retrieved my own luggage, caught a taxi, and checked into the luxurious hotel Allie had booked for the
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 3 overnight layover before my flight back to Silicon Valley the next day, my entire shoulder was throbbing, and the pain was spreading down my back and side. For once I was grateful that my assistant had ignored my recurrent suggestion that we could save travel costs by booking less than five-star hotels. I knew Kerr Software could afford it, and I really wasn’t a skinflint—it was just that usually I’d be as content spending the night in a Holiday Inn as Le Meridien or the Four Seasons. Tonight, though, the overstuffed bed and wading-pool-sized Jacuzzi in my room were welcome amenities. I’d pulled enough muscles playing sports in college to tell that my injury was only a bad strain, and I knew just the thing to help myself relax. It didn’t help my disposition any to discover, after a few uncomfortable strokes, that my arm was too sore to jerk myself off. After an awkward and unsatisfying attempt at using my left hand, I gave up in disgust and poured a scotch from the suite’s minibar instead. I considered filling the tub for a soak, but I knew that if I didn’t want to endure ten hours of torment on the flight home tomorrow, hot water alone wasn’t going to be enough. The concierge assured me that it would be no problem at all to arrange for an in-suite massage. I had barely struggled painfully out of my suit and tie, leaving them draped over my suitcase as I fought with the buttons of my travel-wrinkled white shirt, when a knock sounded at the door. Figuring it was too much effort to put on a robe I’d only be removing in a few minutes anyway, I padded to the door
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 4 in my half-open shirt and boxers. The vision waiting in the hall made my cock stand up and take notice, and made me grateful for extra-long shirttails. A slender young man with the face of a Botticelli angel, milk-and-honey skin, and a halo of dark-brown curls flashed me an enticing smile. “Mr. Kerr?” he asked in a voice sweet enough for any heavenly choir. “I’m here for your massage.” As interested as my cock was in taking this gorgeous piece of rent-an-ass up on his offer, my frustration flared into anger at the concierge, and at myself for not having made myself clearer when I’d called. Dammit, I really wanted a massage! I was jet-lagged, my stomach was still feeling the after-effects of near free-fall, and my shoulder felt as if someone had dropped a safe on it. Add to that a quick scotch on an empty stomach, and my usual veneer of civility was worn pretty thin. That’s my story, anyway, and I’m sticking to it. “There’s been a mistake,” I grated, getting ready to shut the door in the rentboy’s angelic face. “When I told the concierge I wanted a massage, that wasn’t a euphemism for anything else. Sorry to have wasted your time, but I’m sure you won’t have any problem salvaging the rest of the evening.” The young man’s sienna eyes darkened as he looked me up and down. “Just what exactly do you think I’m offering, Mr. Kerr?” he inquired, a discordant note marring the music of his voice. “That’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” I retorted dismissively. “Look, no offence, but I’m aching and tired, and I while I’m
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 5 sure you’re very good at what you do—” Concealed by my shirttails, my cock was eagerly volunteering to be the judge of that—“I’m not really interested.” Despite the lower half of my body telling my brain to speak for itself, I had started to close the door when the chestnut-haired Adonis stopped it, one hand pressing against the opposite side of the panel from mine. His other hand pushed at my abused shoulder, making me wince in pain. “Look, mate, I don’t appreciate your insinuations,” he retorted hotly. The head below my waist chimed in that he was even more alluring when his eyes were flashing with passion. “You asked for a massage, and that’s what I’m here to give you—and that’s all I’m here to give you.” “If I jumped to the wrong conclusion, I’m sorry,” I muttered to the slender beauty, though even if I was wrong, I doubted I was the first person to make that assumption. “But you’re still not what I’m looking for. I need a deep tissue massage, not a ladies’ body gloss.” The young man met my glare without backing down an inch. “Tell you what,” he countered, flexing his knuckles. “You let me give you a massage, and if it’s not deep enough for you, it will be my treat.” When his sinfully-shaped mouth repeated the word “deep,” my shirttails twitched. The reasoning part of my brain knew this was a spectacularly bad idea, but the rest of my body wasn’t interested in being reasonable. “You’re on,” I agreed, stepping back just far enough that he had to brush against me to step into the suite.
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 6 He dropped a small bag I hadn’t noticed him carrying onto the plush carpet next to the bed. “Take off as much as you’re comfortable with,” he challenged, his eyes examining me from head to bare feet. Trying not to wince, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on top of my suit before arranging myself face-down on the decadent duvet. Turning my head to keep from smothering in the mound of feather pillows, I watched the masseur push up the cuffs of his knit jumper and bend over to retrieve a bottle of oil from his carryall. Damned if his rear view wasn’t every bit as prime as the front! Hunching uncomfortably, I tried to relax my stiff shoulder muscles, and the equally stiff muscle pressing into my abdomen. “Ready?” the young man asked, not waiting for an answer before leaning over the bed and seizing my collarbones in an iron grip. Digging his thumbs into my deltoids, he wrenched both shoulders backward with nearly enough force to pop them from their sockets. I bit back a cry of pain, grasping at the 800-thread-count sheets to keep from rocketing off the mattress. Releasing my shoulders, the masseur pressed the heels of his palms into the flat of my rhomboid muscles with enough force to leave bruises, his powerful fingers kneading at the trapezius on either side of my spine. My breathing grew ragged as he continued the punishing manipulation of my muscles, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to cry uncle. I gritted my teeth and clung to the bedding with whitened knuckles, knowing if I could just hold on long enough for the endorphins to start flooding my system, the pain would begin to ease. I might have made it, until my torturer began to lean the full weight of his body against his forearm as he pressed along my collarbone.
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 7 When he reached the midpoint on my right side, a flash of pain so severe that my vision momentarily whited out wrung a grunt of agony from deep in my chest. Immediately, the young masseur pulled back, staring at his hands before running them awkwardly through his hair. “Christ, I’m sorry,” he muttered, staring at me as I forced myself up on a shaky elbow—my left one, since I wasn’t sure my right side could hold me up. “I don’t know why I did that. I mean, I know I was brassed off, but that’s no excuse for deliberately setting out to hurt you.” “I deserved it,” I admitted somewhat huskily. “I had no right to make assumptions about you the way I did.” Swinging my legs off the bed, I sat up and extended my hand. “Can we start over? I’m MacAlester Kerr, and I’m not usually such an asshole.” The brunet took my hand in a firm grip. “I’m Evan York, and I’m not usually such a wanker either.” The skin of his hand was surprisingly smooth against mine, and I felt a surge of heat travel up my arm and begin to work its way down to my groin. Knowing my boxers wouldn’t hide much, I flexed my injured shoulder, counting on the pain to counteract my all-too-eager cock. To my surprise, I found the ache had lessened to discomfort, and I could move the joint much more easily. Misinterpreting my expression, Evan reached for my shoulder with a frown. “Oh Christ, I really hurt you, didn’t I? Fuck, I’m sorry!” I was quick to disabuse him, explaining briefly what had happened on the plane and that his massage had actually
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 8 given me some relief. Evan ran his long fingers over my shoulder, watching my face and noting which touches made me wince. “It looks like you strained your supraspinatus,” the masseur commented, tracing a line just below my collarbone. A tremor that was only partly due to pain shook through me, making Evan frown again. “Lie back down,” he urged, squeezing my undamaged shoulder, “and let me give you a real massage this time. I promise I can make you feel better.” I’ll just bet you can, my cock leered, prompting me to swing back face-down onto the bed in hopes of nipping its inappropriate reaction in the bud. After I’d all but called Evan a male prostitute, the last thing he needed was to see me sporting a hard-on for him. Telling myself firmly to cool my jets, I took a few calming breaths and tried to relax. From Evan’s first touch, I realized it was a hopeless cause. The masseur had coated his hands with the oil he had taken out but not used earlier, and his strokes this time were long and slow, following the contours of my back and shoulders, each lingering contact sending waves of sensation coursing to every nerve ending in my body. Evan’s intent may have been soothing, but I couldn’t help but react to the stimulus of his touch. His hands were strong but gentle, the scent of the massage oil and the quiet sounds of his breathing as he bent over me adding to the sensuous aura. My erection pulsed against my abdomen as I tried not to squirm beneath his hands, and I kept my bottom lip clenched between my teeth, knowing that any groans this time wouldn’t be caused by pain.
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 9 I didn’t want the massage to end, both because it was such sweet torment and because there was no way I could roll over without revealing my arousal. I knew it wasn’t uncommon for men to experience a physiological reaction to even the most non-sexual massage, but I couldn’t expect Evan to accept that, not after the way I’d treated him when he arrived. I tried to focus on the most unstimulating things I could think of, but even debugging software in my head didn’t work when Evan’s hands were moving down my legs and stroking up the inside of my thighs. “I’m ready for you to roll over.” Evan’s soft voice and the whisper of his breath against my ear did nothing to help the situation. “I’m good, really, it’s much better now,” I tried to protest, but Evan would hear none of it. “I owe you a full massage,” he insisted, grasping my good shoulder and urging me onto my back. I clutched for the sheet, but it was trapped under my hips, leaving no way to hide the rampant erection tenting a blatant wet spot on my shorts. “Oh thank God,” Evan moaned before I could even begin to think of a rationalization for my arousal. “I didn’t think I was getting to you at all! I’d just about used up all my best moves.” He reached down to cup me through the damp fabric, his other hand sliding over a matching bulge in his own slacks. “Evan, this doesn’t mean what you think—I don’t want you to—I mean, of course I want you, that’s pretty damn obvious, but I don’t want you to think that I think that you—”
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 10 I trailed off in a garble of pronouns, but Evan just smiled and leaned down to kiss me. If I thought his hands were talented, I hadn’t dreamed what he could do with his tongue. “It’s okay, Mac—can I call you Mac? MacAlester is such a mouthful,” Evan asked when he pulled his mouth away, his eyes sparkling with laughter. Hoping for a chance to demonstrate just how much of a mouthful I could be, I nodded for him to go on. “I know we got off to a bad start, and I’m really not the rentboy you thought I was, but a man would have to be dead not to be attracted to you.” His fingers snuck inside the flap of my boxers as he spoke, teasing through my pubic hair. I swallowed hard as the pad of his thumb began to rub along the thick vein that ran the length of my shaft. “And it looks like you’re a little attracted too.” “Maybe just a little,” I admitted as he swirled through the liquid welling from the tip of my cock. “So what do we do about this mutual attraction?” “How about I take off my clothes and you take off those shorts and fuck me through that very expensive mattress?” Who was I to disagree with a plan like that? The minute my boxers hit the floor, Evan straddled me, his hands stroking over every muscle on my chest while mine roamed up and down his back, finding a natural resting place wrapped around his slim buttocks. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, our tongues dipping into each other’s mouths as we explored every bulge and cranny of each other’s bodies. All but one, that is, until Evan squeezed a dollop of massage oil onto his fingers and started to prep himself. I couldn’t resist the temptation to lean forward and taste his
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 11 coffee-colored nipples, sucking at them greedily while his long fingers spread himself open for me. When neither he nor my impatient cock could wait any longer, he knelt over me, sinking down to slowly envelop me until he was sitting on my hips and I was buried to the root inside him. “Oh fuck, Mac, you feel so good….” “Damn, Evan, you’re so tight….” We both spoke at the same time, laughing as our lips joined again, making words unnecessary. I rocked inside Evan’s tight sheath, his muscles massaging my shaft as he rode me, rising and falling in ever-greater increments as our passion swelled. Leaning up on my elbows, my hands grasped Evan’s hips to stabilize him, our movements starting to grow erratic. With every thrust my cock craved more of Evan’s heat, demanding harder, deeper, faster, more, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips pumped up to meet his strokes, our bodies slapping together as I tried to fill him completely. “That’s it, oh God yeah, fuck me, Mac, give it to me, hard….” “Touch yourself, make yourself come,” I gasped, needing to feel him convulsing around me. Evan’s hand closed around his cock, the other grasping my uninjured shoulder to hold steady as he fisted himself. It only took a few strokes before he threw back his head and cried out, splashing my chest with the cream of his release. The spasms of his channel around my cock set me off, and I flipped us over so I could drive into him as my orgasm
Rub the Wrong Way | Nicki Bennett 12 exploded through me, my muscles contracting to fill him as he continued to shudder around me. “Damn, that was hot! Was that what you had in mind?” Evan asked when we both had enough breath back to talk again. “It was incredible,” I admitted as I rolled onto my side, still carrying Evan with me. “You were right, role-play is nothing like work.” I kissed him gently, my body still humming with the power of my climax. “And you’re sexier than any director I’ve ever worked for.” “I’m not giving up the spa for Hollywood, thanks,” Evan objected. “Role-playing is as close to acting as I want to come.” A wicked smile bloomed across his face. “And speaking of playing, next time it’s my turn to pick the fantasy.” I could hardly wait.
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Growing up in Chicago, NICKI BENNETT spent every Saturday at the central library, losing herself in the world of books. A voracious reader, she eventually found it difficult to find enough of the kind of stories she liked to read and decided to start writing them herself.
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