Chapter Eighteen
Anna
The next day, I went to my studio to clean the place up. Dinner with my family, Justin, and Margie had been amazing, and Margie was a huge hit with both my parents. Even Ally adored her. I saw my dad pull Justin off to the side, but I didn’t know what they talked about it. I forgot to ask before they left, but I was very curious what was said between the two.
I refilled my lotion bottles and heard the front door open. I didn’t have an appointment for another two hours, so I figured it must have been a walk-in. While I didn’t get them a lot, they did happen occasionally. I only allowed enough time for two 15-minute walk-in sessions per day. Any more time than that, and I wouldn’t be able to get much of my other things done.
An appointment could be booked for anywhere from twenty to sixty minutes. I found most people picked either twenty or the full sixty. There were hardly any in-between. I had only ever done one twenty-five minute massage before.
I walked back out of the room and was surprised to see that Justin was sitting in a waiting chair.
“Hey. I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” I said, but I realized I should elaborate more. I didn’t want him to think I was upset that he just dropped by. “I mean, I don’t mind that you’re here, of course. It’s a nice surprise.” I said it with a bright smile.
I felt incredibly nervous without knowing why. He met my family, and they absolutely loved both him and Margie. Dinner was a total success and yet, seeing Justin sitting in my waiting room filled me with a fresh wave of nerves.
Justin smiled, and I nearly fainted. He had the best smile I’d ever seen on a man. I loved every smile he sent my way. I knew I needed to get a hold of my emotions before he saw through my façade.
“I just wanted to talk to you. If you aren’t busy,” he said and glanced around as if he hadn’t yet checked to see if someone was there.
“My next client isn’t for a couple of hours. I can talk. Are you okay?” I moved and sat next to him in another waiting chair. I felt weird standing there when he was asking if we could talk. I hoped that he wasn’t going to tell me he couldn’t pretend to be my boyfriend anymore. My heart rate had picked up, and I could hear it pounding in my ears.
“I’m still stressed about my next fight,” he admitted.
I let out the breath I’d been holding and hoped he didn’t notice. I placed a hand on his arm. I was big on showing affection to people who really needed it. “You’re going to do great. You are going to win. You need to put the last fight behind you because you did win it. It doesn’t matter how close you came to losing, you won, Justin. That is all that matters.”
“I know, but it still really bothers me how close I came to not winning. My next fight is coming up, Anna,” he said, and then he looked into my eyes. “I really need you there.”
He put emphasis a strong emphasis on the word “really.” My heart ached for him, and I wanted nothing more than to comfort him.
“I know,” I started to say, but he cut me off. It didn’t bother me because I could sense the amount of fear he felt.
“No, you don’t. I’m serious; I need you there. You don’t understand… If you aren’t there, I’ll lose for sure.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“But it is. Please. I can’t do this without you, and I cannot afford to lose.”
It was weird that I’d been thinking he was coming to say he didn’t want to pretend anymore when it was almost the complete opposite. He was begging me go to his fight.
“Of course, I will be there,” I said. “Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will stop me from coming.”
“Thank you. You really are amazing, you know that?” he said. And then he grabbed my face and started kissing me. I think it might have been a thank you kiss at first, but it quickly turned into a passion-filled, lustful kiss.
“I want you,” he groaned against my lips.
“Is this your favorite place to have sex?” I said with a laugh, but I stood up all the same. I held out my hand, which he quickly grabbed, and moved to lock the front door. I led him back into the massage room. As soon as the door was closed, our mouths were back on each other once again.
Justin gently picked me up and carried me the few steps to the massage table. He set me down on it and stood between my legs. I could feel his erection pressing into me through our clothes. We kissed for a few more minutes. His lips were so soft; I couldn’t get enough of them.
We pulled apart, and he helped me remove my shirt, and I did the same for him.
The friction between us was hotter than ever. Our sexual chemistry was undeniable, but I felt so much more than just desire this time.
He went back to kissing me; this time he left little kisses in a trail down my neck to my breasts, where he stopped at the edge of my bra.
He pulled my pants off so I was sitting on the table in just my bra and panties. It was a vulnerable position to be in, but I didn’t mind. Justin never made me feel uncomfortable.
“You are so gorgeous. You know that?” he said. He stood there and stared at me for a few seconds.
“Thank you,” I said. I felt a little shy, but it was easing away the more turned on I became.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I let it slide down my arms and onto the floor. I was only in my panties. The feeling of vulnerability was quickly turning into a daring confidence.
“I wish I could look at you like this all the time,” he said and started kissing my neck. He moved down to my breasts and this time didn’t stop. He sucked on my nipples as I had my arms wrapped around his neck. It felt so good, and I was getting more and more excited. He moved from my left nipple to my right, teasing me mercilessly.
Then he stopped and removed his pants. He pulled a condom out of the side pocket before he tossed them to the floor beside him. He then removed his boxers and my panties and told me to lay back. I did as he asked and spread my legs automatically.
I watched him roll the condom onto his hard shaft. It was an erotic sight, and I was more than ready to feel him. He moved between my legs, and I felt him press his cock against my clit, where he gently moved it up and down. The feeling made me squirm. I wanted him inside of me. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait.
He slowly entered me, filling me up with the feel of him. The sensations he was already creating felt amazing.
We both moaned in pleasure when he began to move in and out of me. He did it slowly, gently. Every single motion was pure ecstasy, and I found that I almost enjoyed this more than rough sex.
“Mmm, Anna,” he moaned into my ear.
He leaned down so our chests touched, and I had my legs wrapped around him. The skin-to-skin contact, mixed with the slow motion of him moving in and out of me was almost too much for me to take.
“Oh, Justin,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
He picked up the pace a little bit, but I don’t think he wanted to ruin the moment, so he kept going at a moderate speed. He was so deep inside of me, and the feelings of pleasure were so overwhelming.
“You like that?” he asked and started moving a little harder. His thrusts were still slow, but they were suddenly harder, more insistent.
I liked it so much that I couldn’t speak. I could hardly move. I nodded my head and focused on the feeling of his body on mine and his dick sliding smoothly in and out.
It was too much.
“I think I’m going to come,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” he said breathlessly. He moved a little faster, but not too much faster, and I started to feel my body tense up before an explosion of pleasure. I felt Justin throb inside of me and then he relaxed on top of me.
We stayed like that for a few more minutes, enjoying our post-coital glow.
“Thank you,” he said and gave me a kiss before he climbed off me.
“No, thank you,” I said with a wink. I climbed off the table and started putting my clothes back on. The sex had been so tender and gentle, not at all what we usually did. Justin was never barbaric with me, but this was the first time it felt more emotional than physical. I enjoyed every moment of it.
After we got dressed, I followed him out to the waiting room area and unlocked the door.
“What did my dad say to you?” I asked him suddenly. I almost forgot to bring it up.
“When?” he asked.
“When he pulled you away, and you guys were all secretive.”
Justin kissed me. “That’s for me to know, and for you to not know,” he said and then winked.
“I’m serious, what was it about?” I tried to hide my smile.
“We were just talking sports.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Really? That’s it?”
“Yeah, pretty much. He said he would invite Margie and me to a Patriots game sometime.”
I studied his face to see if he was telling the truth or not, and when I decided he wasn’t lying, I said, “Okay. I believe you. And yes, the box seats are a lot of fun.”
Justin laughed. “Feel better?”
“I guess so,” I said.
I gave him a hug. “Thanks for that. You know… in there.”
“No, thank you,” he said, repeating my words from before. He kissed me and added, “I’ll call you later?”
I nodded my head. “Sure.”
I didn’t want to admit it out loud yet in case he didn’t feel the same, but at that moment, I realized something huge: I was starting to fall in love with Justin.
It was hard for me to get through the rest of the day. I had a hard time concentrating on the math I had to do and figured I would just get it done tomorrow. I left the studio early and headed home, but I couldn’t get Justin or the amazing sex we just had off my mind.
That night, as I was laying on my couch, my phone rang. I glanced at and smiled. It was him.
“Hey, you. I was wondering if you were going to call,” I said with a laugh.
“I told you I would. I was waiting to put Margie down for bed.”
“Makes sense,” I said.
“How are your parents?” he asked.
“They’re good. They want to take the three of us to a theme park on Saturday,” I said before I quickly added, “If you guys aren’t busy. I’m not sure how long they plan to stick around this time, but I know they want to see you guys again.”
Justin made a “hmm” noise for a minute. “I’ve got to think about that.”
My heart dropped, and then I heard him laugh.
“Just kidding. We are free and would love to go.”
“Has she ever been to a theme park?” I asked him.
“Nope. I think she will love it though. Please tell your parents thank you for us if you talk to them before Saturday,” he said.
“I will. Are you doing any better?” I asked. “You know, after today?” I winked.
“Of course. It’s like magic,” he said with a laugh.
I laughed. “Oh please. You just say that because you have to right now.”
“I’m serious,” he said. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Oh my god! Justin,” I said, laughing. “I’m glad to know I do it for you.”
We talked for two hours that night. It was easy and fun. We laughed and flirted. I hadn’t talked on the phone for that long since I was in high school. It made me feel young, and I could feel myself falling for him more and more. He was so easy for me to talk to, and he was always making me laugh. The sex was amazing, which was a total plus for me.
“I didn’t realize how late it was,” he said, sleepily.
“I know. Thank you for staying up and talking to me for so long,” I responded.
“You’re welcome. Get some sleep, Anna.”
“You too, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, goodnight, gorgeous,” he said, and I was glad he couldn’t see my cheeks flush pink.
“Goodnight, Justin,” I said.
I hung up the phone and rolled onto my side. I had moved to my bed an hour into our conversation. I knew I was going to sleep well that night. Just thinking about Justin brought me peace.