An ungodly growl resonated from Mac’s diaphragm as he laid face down on their massage table, set up in the middle of their living room, as Hannah kissed yet another monster knot on his still-stock spine. The Giants game went on in the background at a low volume, the broadcast a stark contrast to the brunch-themed chaos of last night.
Forgive me Mac, I’m about to lose control. Professionally.
Hannah pulled up a strap of her sports bra and let go. Thwack! Her tiniest one. He flinched.
“Back kisses are a curious technique, but I trust you completely, Darlin’. Thanks for offering to take care of me today. My neck, back, hips, and my… y’know are still kinda sore from Wednesday night. I didn’t realize you liked me THAT much… Really glad you do, though,” Mac mumbled into his hot towel.
“Babyboy… You’re right. Maybe I should take it easy on you for today. I’ll behave. I promise not to get too horny,” Hannah reassured him, knowing damn well she wouldn’t keep her word.
Mac wrote her a squeaky reality check. “Hannah. Cheer Captain. Cheryl. Darlin’. You and I both know where this is going. Please be gentle? I’m not opposed to doing what you wanna do but I’m just flesh and bone. Hardly made of steel like you. You know this. I know this. My schlong’s actually gonna fall off if you play with it wrong today.”
AHHH! He’s so CUTE like this! It’s not FAIR! But he’s right. I can’t be too greedy…
She licked his shoulder blade. He shuddered, then relaxed once again.
Okay… Maybe I should just test the waters a bit. Let’s see where he’s at…
A devilish grin big enough to smother the new moon, expected to come out that night, possessed her face.
She began her attack, her hands making her way down Mac’s back in small, slow, torturous circles until she got to her mark: his booty, a set of cheeks that made even Greek statues cover their faces in shame.
Just one tasteful, firm squeeze. Two is degenerate behavior. That’s the business of the shady spa downstairs. I’m his dignified GIRLFRIEND. Stay professional, Sinclair.
Mac clenched for a moment before deciding to release the tension. “Mmph!”
Biting her lip for half a second, she shook it off. Warmth spread throughout her body as she charged up Mac’s hill, this time a probing attack: a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. She checked in again, making sure Mac was still okay with her.
He bit the towel and grunted. “…Really good. Keep doing that. Please.”
Fuck. He’s so hot…
Hannah’s analytical side booted up as she did some quick math on the strength of the old massage table’s legs.
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Old and worn. But still mahogany… I weigh about 215… Mac is about 165 soaking wet… Wonder if I can straddle him?
Seeing that the load factor was well within her safety margins, she took a calculated risk mounting Mac, her spandex chaps gliding across his oiled back. A Mongolian warlord on her well-loved warhorse. The table creaked a little, but held firm.
“Oof! Wow, you’re burning up, Darlin’. Kinda getting me excited as well… Alright… Maybe one more round wouldn’t hurt… But you’re gonna have to move for us. You know I’m still devastated, right?” Mac conceded.
BUZZ! Their doorbell rang.
Hannah backflipped off her man and landed on the hardwood with the graceful flourish of an Olympic gymnast capping off a perfect uneven bars routine. “SHIT. Hide the evidence!”
“It’s probably just Eureka, Tar, and Gordon, Cheer Captain. Let them in. We weren’t doing anything… Yet. They probably wanna hang because it’s a long weekend.”
A trio of familiar laughs plagued the hallway beyond the threshold.
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Tar clocked what they were doing right away. “It smells like SEX in here.”
Hannah, having hastily put on Mac’s black T-shirt that she bought for him because she knew it fit him just right, had no leverage for a counterclaim. “Yeah. We can take a rain check on that. Wanna hang, bestie? Give us like… ten minutes to shower. Promise we’re not gonna get up to anything nasty. Make yourselves at home. Help yourselves to anything in the fridge and pantry.”
“Mmh. Damn… I was so close to getting some… How ‘bout I bribe y’all with like N$50 each to grab a coffee downstairs and leave us alone for a good half hour more? Make sure you bring back snacks as well,” Mac piped in, his pleas muffled by his now lukewarm towel.
At this, Hannah’s eyes lit up.
“I’ll sweeten the deal. How does a N$500 bonus on the next paycheck sound, Tar? Gordon? Half a baaaaand… Just need like, two hours, hmm?”
Gordon was the first to bite. “Sure, Miss Sinclair. Gas has been quite pricey these days… An’ Suzie Red’s not exactly the most efficient machine, her having 1,500 horses an’ all. Thank you much. Do ya want anything from Costco? Be back in a couple hours.”
“No thanks,” Hannah replied.
Tar followed close behind, taking Hannah’s offer for her household. “Yeah. Need more budget so I can buy the assets to code new outfits for Eureka… Gordon. Can I pretty please hitch a ride with you? I suddenly need to make a Costco run as well.”
Click. Slam! Whir. CLUNK. Just as quickly as their friends arrived at the worst moment, they left them alone. For now, anyways.
“Now… Should I use the lavender oil or the eucalyptus oil…” Hannah pondered. She knew the answer didn’t matter at this point. Back on his back like nothing happened. “We got a couple hours to kill now… What are you feeling, Babyboy?”
“Well, I liked the part where you were kissing my back… More please?”
“Say less…”
