Marcel's New Assistant

Chapter Nine: Relax...

-Alicia P.O.V.-

When I got home, I jumped in the shower and changed into my black yoga shorts and a pink spaghetti-strap tank top. I put my hair up in a messy bun and set the coffee to start, you know, coffee-ing.

I had just gotten the items I needed,when the doorbell rang. I quickly went over and opened it, letting Marcel in.

"Hi. I'm so glad you could come." I smiled. He smiled back, though he looked a little nervous. "Go make yourself comfortable. I'm making coffee." He brightened and went into the living room. I rolled my eyes and served us both our cups of coffee.

"Here you go." I said, carefully handing him his mug. We both took a sip and he does his hum that he always does when he drinks my coffee. I need him to relax or this massage could go horribly wrong.

After a few minutes of just drinking coffee and talking, I took his empty mug and set it on the table. "Now, I need you to trust me completely. You do trust me, right?"

He nodded quickly and I giggled. "Good. I need you to take off your vest." I said and he blushed, removing it so he was in his dress shirt, tie and trousers. "Now, the tie." He removed that's as well.

"Lay down on the couch. On your stomach." I pointed over to the larger couch, he /is/ tall, and turned go pick the oil.

I turned back around and saw that he did as he was told. I went over to the radio and played some soft music. "Sorry, it's the only way I'll be able to concentrate."

"N-no problem..." He said.

I went over to him and put my hands on his back, rubbing them up and down the length of his spine slowly. I brought them up to his shoulders and started working small circles into them. A few moments later, he'd completely relaxed and I brought my hands down to untuck his shirt slowly. I felt him tense up again. "Don't worry. Trust me, remember?" After a minute, he nodded and I had completely removed his shirt, exposing his back.

I bit my lip. Damn. He sure is defined. I shook my head and picked up the oil, pouring some into my palms and rubbing them together, warming it up.

I brought my hands back to his shoulders and worked into them, harder this time. It was hard for me to actually do this standing, so I got on the couch and straddled him from behind.

"A-Alicia...?"

"Shhh...it'll be easier this way." I said softly and I leaned over him, massaging him more effectively. I gave more pressure on a particular knot and it gave with a crack.

Marcel moaned and I had to bite lip to keep from saying something inappropriate. I moved slower down and continued to crack the knots, more groans coming from him.

I put more oil into my hands and warmed it up, running my hands over his back. He moaned softly, so I kept going. I reached up to his neck and I had to straddle his back to reach it. His breath hitched when I sat down but I continued.

-Marcel's P.O.V.-

"You're so tense...relax..." She whispered into my ear. I shivered lightly and she kept going. Feels so good.

/Crack!/

I let out a loud moan and burried my head into pillow in front of me.

Dear god, that felt so good! Too good. I have a...situation. It's a good thing I'm laying on my stomach.

"How does it feel, Marcel?" she asked me quietly. I felt her lips on my ear and then the back of my neck, trailing down.

"S-so g-good..." I groaned. She continued to kiss down my back until she reached the middle of it.

This isn't good. We shouldn't be doing this. I should stop this.

"A-Alicia..." I croaked out, trying to ignore the wonderful pressure on my back.

"Yes..." she hummed, lightly biting down on my shoulder.

I suppressed a moan and shook my head. I turned around and she was straddling my hips. She look down at me surprised, with an eyebrow arched.

"I-I...w-we...can't d-do this..."

"Do what? I'm only giving you a massage..." She said, biting her lip. I realized that she was sitting on top of my situation mentioned earlier. She leaned down onto my chest, her breasts pressed against me and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to stop, /sir/?" Shit. Not good.

"U-uh...I-I need to w-wake up early for the clients t-tomorrow. I-I have to go..." I said, putting my hands on her hips and gently lifting her off. "Thank you for this...I-I'll see you at work tomorrow..." I said, quickly putting my clothes back on and hesitating before kissing her cheek lightly.

"U-um...alright...I'm sorry if I did anything wrong..." She said, blushing and biting her lip.

The complete opposite, my dear.

I quickly shook my head. "N-no! Thank you. I r-really needed this..." She nodded and I waved at her, before exiting her home with my coat in front of my crotch.

Need to get home. Need to get home.

I quickly put the key in the ignition and sped off home. When I arrived, I threw my coat on the couch haphazardly and jogged up the stairs and into my room.

I leaned against my door and sunk to the ground, letting out a huff.

Safety.

I looked down and saw that I was still hard and groaned. It wasn't going to disappear simply. I swallowed hard and brought my hands to the button and zipper on my slacks and pushed them down below my knees. I briefly rubbed my hand over my cock through my boxers and moaned. I lowered those and gripped my length.

"F-fucking hell..." I moaned, leaning my head back against the door and closing my eyes. I pumped slowly but firmly, biting my lip.

I started to think about what happened during my time at Alicia's house and moved my hand faster, her face in my mind.

"Shit..." I was close, so I tightened my grip and moved quicker. "O-oh..." I thrusted my hips up into ny hand, wondering what'd be like to-

"Ahh!" I shouted, cumming into my hand and breathing heavily.

After ten minutes of coming back down from my high, I shakily stood and went into the bathroom for a shower.

What have I gotten myself info?

(A/N: hehe Marcel wanked ;D)