Page 98 of Surviving in Everton

I jump when I feel the first hand touch my bare back. That one hand quickly turns to ten, touching all over my body. Someone’s rubbing each of my legs, while two more sets of hands rub each of my arms, and the last set rubs my back. Groaning, I melt into the table. I get the feeling a normal massage would not feel this good.

“You realize you’ve ruined me for regular massages now, right?” I mumble. The answering chuckles do nothing to tarnish the euphoria I’m currently feeling.

I don’t know how they’re so good at this. It’s like they know the exact pressure to use for it to feel amazing and not tickle. Especially when the hands move down my legs. I almost kick them out of reflex… okay, I do kick my leg, but they squeeze harder and no one gets hurt. After a while, hands move up my legs slowly, until they’re groping my ass, the thumbs brushing my pussy lips. Ugh, I should have known they would turn this nice relaxing massage into a sexual encounter. A thumb manages to spread my lips and runs over my opening.

“Jesus, Kitten. You’re lying there trying to act like this isn’t affecting you as much as it is us, but this wet pussy begs to differ.”

Of course it’s Nate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumble as I wiggle my ass.

The hand disappears, but returns with a hard smack, turning my wiggling ass into a jiggly ass.

“Don’t lie, Kitten. I’ve got the proof on my thumb,” he growls. “Want to see it?”

His hands leave my body again and I can feel him walk away. Biting my lip, I worry I’ve upset him with my comment.

“Better yet,” his voice comes from right next to my head. “Why don’t youtasteit?”

Opening my eyes, I see him squatting beside me, offering his thumb, which I can clearly see is coated with my wetness. My eyes widen when he rubs it across my lips, gently pressing into my mouth. His eyes burn at the sight of my cum on my lips. I want more of that heat, so I suck on his thumb, pretending it’s his cock.

“Okay. Massage is over!” he barks, pulling his thumb from my mouth and standing.

Everyone listens to him, removing their hands from my body.

Pushing myself up I twist to glare at them. “Why the hell did you stop?!”

“You heard me, Kitten. Massage time is over. If you wanted to continue that, you shouldn’t have sucked my thumb like it was my cock. Now, I’m gonna need you to dothat... to this.” He points at his confined erection.

Man that doesnotlook comfortable. Deciding to help out a little bit, I magic off his boxers. Without the material to hold his erection in place, it springs forward, bouncing against his smooth, chiseled stomach. I can’t decide if I want to drool over his gorgeous cock, with its pulsing vein, or the defined V that makes smart girls dumb.

“If you’re gonna stare that hard, Kitten, you might as well get a closer look.”

Ya know what, I think he’s right. Idoneed a closer look. Sitting up on the table, I hop down and sink to my knees in front of him. Giving him a coquettish smile, I run my hands up his thighs, loving the slight twitch my touch causes. As I reach his hips and that delicious V, I decide I want a taste of that, so I lick up one side, from his groin to his hip.

“Ugh… Kitten,” he groans and I peer up at him to see his head is tilted back as I lick him.

Turning my head I lick across his abs, careful to avoid the twitching cock begging for my attention. I do stop to gently blow on it, causing Nate to growl. I don’t think he’s going to let me play for much longer. I can feel his frustration soaring, so I take pity on him, licking his cock from his balls to the tip, turning my head and repeating the motion on each side. Finally, I move a hand from his thigh to his cock, squeezing it as I pull it toward me, and proceed to sing into it like a microphone.

The guys are standing there, watching us, and I hear Ayden choke before he finally loses it and cackles. Nate sadly doesn’t find it as amusing. He rears back, snatching his cock from my hand, forcing me to stop my song before I could really get into it. Looking up at his thunderous expression, I pout.

“Why’d you do that? I was just getting started!”

“My cock is not a microphone, Rowen!” he snaps.

“I thought it was a very good microphone. Don’t listen to the grumpy bear. You did a perfect job. Yes, you did,” I baby talk to his cock, falling over laughing when he storms off, magicking clothes back on.

“Oh, come on! It was funny!” I holler after him. Turning around I shrug at the guys, who are all staring at me with a mix of amusement, and a healthy bit of concern for my mental stability. Except for Ayden, who is on the floor, still laughing.

“That wasn’t very nice,A Stor.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” My shoulders sag as I look down, properly chastised.

“Good. Now, how are you goin’ to make it up to him,A Stor?”

“Ummm… I could promise not to baby talk to his cock?” I offer with wide eyes.

“Oh my god, that was priceless! I wish I had that on video!” Ayden starts laughing all over again.

Based on the glower I get from Declan, I’d say that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. Heaving the biggest sigh ever, I stand and brush off my knees.

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