Skilled Hands

Chapter 3

While the one from before was cute, lean and sexy, this one looked more intimidating. His tight shirt hugged his muscular build, ink flowing down his arms and up his neck.

His short black hair looked the perfect length for me to run my fingers through and a stoic look was held on his face.

Vavavoom.

"Hey there again. I'm Nick and this is Aero. If anything isn't done to your liking this evening just let us know ok? There's no problem telling us if anything hurts or is uncomfortable." Nick explained as both of them began opening draws and getting out various different lotions and creams.

"I understand, thank you," I replied. Lifting my head up to greet Aero I gave him a tired smile, "Hi."

He visibly froze, his gaze flickering from my face to the smirk on Nick's.

"Told you." I heard him say from behind me as I lowered my head into my arms.

What was he talking about?

Aero grunted back, followed by my stupid giggle at the funny sound.

I felt heat wash over my face.

"Sorry." I coughed lightly, trying to hide my embarrassment.

I couldn't hear anything but by the feel of the two men's gazes burning holes through me, I took that they were having a silent conversation of some kind.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Nick sighed, one finger tracing up the length of my spine. "Now close your eyes gorgeous and just relax. Leave everything up to us."

I nodded silently, not trusting my own voice.

I think if I opened my mouth I would start begging for them both to fuck me like animals on the floor.

Best not do that.

With my eyes closed, my senses heightened tenfold.

The air felt like it was holding my body captive and the tension in the room was boiling despite the chilly temperature.

I placed my face in the little hole in the table and let my arms lie beside me.

A cold, wet sensation hit the middle of my back and forced a small gasp out of me.

Jesus, fuck I hope they didn't hear that.

They continued further up, working at knots lying deep beneath the surface.

My breath quickened a little when another pair  of hands began to rub down the back of my neck, the sound of oil on skin filled the room and dulled out the music that was playing in the background.

As my back was being worked on, the hands moulding my neck began needing my shoulders.

I let out an appreciative hum to show I liked it, the hands stiffening for a moment before I received a hum back in response.

It sounded gruff and deep so I took a guess that it was Aero.

This was the worst time in history ever to feel turned on but the sound and feel of two hands belonging to two extremely hot creatures rubbing oil all over my body is sending tingles to all the wrong places.

Before my dirty mind could continue, it was interrupted by a beautiful, melodic sound.

"Time to turn around for us." How could a voice be so enticing? I'd listen to Aero's voice for hours if I could, each syllable he lets out vibrates warmly through my chest.

I flipped around and fixed the towels' positions while they'd turned around for privacy, not that I would've minded but it was cute.

I then noticed how my hard nipples were on full display through the thin material of the towel.

Fucking shit.