FINALLY NEWLYWEDS
MEL
Once they had gotten back to the hotel and out of the snow, Jason had spent the next hour on multiple phone calls. Mel only heard half of the conversations and his voice never wavered from anger and frustration. He was pissed. He was pissed at the snow, he was pissed at missing work, and she knew he hated when his schedule remained to be determined.
"Goddammit," Jason said into the phone. "Fine. Fine, I guess there's really nothing else to do but wait it out. I promise you I'll be on set as soon as the roads are clear...Yeah, yeah, I know. I know what you told me. Next time I'll make a smarter decision." After another minute, he hung up the phone, muttering curses to himself.
So that was it. Jason was stranded. The movie crew was stranded. Nobody could go anywhere. Mel didn't realize she was smiling until he turned around and narrowed his eyes at her. "What?"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry, I'm selfish. I know you have to work and that this movie has to get done but--well, I can't lie. I'm kinda happy we're snowed in."
"You realize the more the schedule gets pushed back, the longer it's gonna take to finish the movie. And I have other projects lined up."
Mel glanced at her hands in shame. She WAS selfish. "I know," she said quietly. "I said I was sorry." Then she looked back up at him. "But now we have another day to be together. That's good, right?"
"Of course that's good--"
"I mean--three days, Jason. Three days. We've seen each other three--maybe four--whole days since we've been married. It was hard enough being apart when we were just friends. And I realize that you have to work and I realize what I married into, but you gotta understand, this is quite an adjustment for me--"
"Mel, where is this coming from?"
She didn't know. She had no idea. But it poured out of her before she could stop it. "I just want you to WANT to be around me."
"Are you kidding? There's nowhere else I'd rather be, you know that--"
"This past month has just been so hard," she said, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "It's been horrible. Moving has been a pain, the landlords don't want to convert the guest suite into a garage, so the Viper and your Jeep are both parked at Sarah's and David's. Getting my name changed has been a nightmare and I almost didn't get my passport renewed in time--nobody can spell our fucking name, Jason! And then I landed in the goddamn hospital and all that bullshit happened and--and I had to do it all alone. Without you. And like I said, I understand that you have to work and it's unfair for me to just unload on you like this but this month without you has been hell and I just--all I did was miss you!"
"Jesus, sweetheart, come here." He walked over toward her and pulled her from the chair she was sitting in. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. "Don't ever apologize. For anything. We're together now, it's okay."
She cried into his chest. Goddammit, she didn't want to cry. She didn't want to burden him and she didn't want to cry, but it all poured out and she couldn't stop herself. It felt good, though. It felt good to relieve the pressure. "Baby, what's the matter with you?" He finally asked her gently.
She pulled away and sniffed and wiped her nose with her wrist. It was totally crude and unladylike but she didn't care. Thankfully, Jason pretended not to notice. "I'm afraid. I don't want to get lost in the shuffle. I don't want to become an afterthought. I don't want to just be an appendage. I'm afraid that--" she paused to sniff again, followed by a hiccup. This was probably the most unattractive cry ever. "I'm afraid that now that we're married that you might give up the fight."
"The fight?"
"The desire. The want. You know what I mean. I don't want you to give up even though you got what you wanted."
"Is that what you think--?"
"I know what it's like to be married. To be with someone for such a long period of time. But you're different. Our relationship is different than any relationship I've ever been in. And I just--I don't want you to get used to me. I understand if you're disappointed over losing a day of work. But I want you to at least be happy that you get to spend it with me."
He pulled away and looked down at her, his eyes searching hers. Then, without a word, he picked her up off the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"What are you doing?" She said, looking around as he began to walk with her.
"You were right. You were absolutely right. Call me a chauvinist pig or whatever you want, but the only thing I got out of that entire spiel was that I'm snowed in with the sexiest woman in the world and, well, what the hell else am I gonna do with all this time alone with her but take her to bed? Right?"
"THAT'S what you got out of that?"
"You're goddamn right I did."
"Don't dismiss my words," she scolded quietly. "Or my feelings."
"I'm not dismissing. I'm acknowledging. Huge difference."
"I love you."
"I don't have time for romance right now."
"Okay."
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JASON
The next morning, the snow still fell outside the window. Jason had ordered them room service and served his wife breakfast in bed. He felt like an asshole about the previous night. It was easy to be unaware of what was going on on the other side of the world when you weren't there to be a part of it. He knew Mel had been carrying the burden on her own back home, but he hadn't taken into account the pressure it was putting her under. And she didn't have to tell him anything about missing him. He missed her as much as she missed him, if not more. The past month was torture and simply talking to her on the phone was only a tease. His heart had never felt such discomfort.
And so he decided that today he would make it up to her. He would make up for having to take care of all their business back home, he would make up for not being there for her surgery, he would preemptively make up for all the time she would ultimately still be alone while he worked. He was simply lucky that he would get to sleep next to her every night--or at least once per day. Maybe.
After breakfast, once he'd allowed her as much cuddle time as she pleased, they had showered and dressed and he smiled as Mel sat in a window seat, watching it snow as she leafed through the hotel booklet. It had always amused him how much she loved the snow--especially now that she was his own, personal Hawaiian beach bunny. He sat there and watched her, remembering the first time he witnessed her gazing out the window at the snow, her eyes filled with almost as much love as they did when she looked at him. It was almost a year ago. In New York City, in the apartment she used to share with Taylor. Isaac Hanson was there and they were lamenting about the way the weather hindered them as Mel quietly stared out the window and appreciated the magic of the falling white flakes. Some things just never changed.
She interrupted his thoughts when she whipped her body around, nearly falling off the seat, and plastering a million-dollar smile across her face. "Guess what? I found what we can do today. Couple's massages! They offer them in the spa right downstairs!"
His wife's smile was met with a look of disdain on his own face. He couldn't help it. "A couple's massage? Seriously?"
"Yeah. Why not? I mean, this hotel's practically empty, right? You said there are hardly any tourists this time of year. And we can't go anywhere, so we practically have the run of it."
"I'd rather just have the run of this penthouse."
"That's no fun," she pouted.
"Yeah? What about all that 'I just want to be alone with you' business?"
"We ARE alone. It would just be--in square footage a little larger than this room is all."
"I don't really like the idea of a stranger's hands all over my--I just--no. I'm not doing it."
"Well--I mean, you work out. What did you do before we were together?"
"I had a personal masseuse."
"Mmhmm," she smirked sarcastically. "And how many happy endings were you treated to for THAT?"
"It was a GUY."
She furrowed her brow. "Well--anyway, I'll be there. But whatever, it's okay. It was just an idea anyway...I mean, you know, since we didn't get a honeymoon and all, I figured we might, yanno, treat this as a little newlywed retreat or something. But it's okay. No problem."
Fuck. She went there. She pulled the fucking honeymoon card. She had just played him smoother than a goddamn violin and he had a feeling she knew it. And, so, he did what he did best in these situations. He caved. "Goddammit. Fine. We'll do a couple's massage if you've got your little heart that set on it."
She beamed at him with happiness and, with that he, was done. Fucking hook, line, and sinker. Fucking fuck.
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An hour later, they were both laying face-down, side-by-side, on a pair of massage tables. The lighting was dim, candles were lit, and soft, instrumental music played on a small radio reminiscent of the music you might hear while watching soft core porn. The
atmosphere provided every means possible to turn you on and it would have worked for Jason had he not felt so awkward watching the Helga-type rub his wife down.
He had no idea what his masseuse looked like and he didn't care to find out if that's what Mel's looked like. While Mel's face read pure bliss, Jason did his best to close his eyes and enjoy it himself, except that everything his masseuse did was just wrong. He turned his head to the other side and opened an eye to look, a little surprised at what he found. She was cute in a tight polo shirt and a blonde ponytail. What, they couldn't assign the cute one to Mel so he could watch? He knew he should have felt bad for that thought, but he didn't.
He could only entertain the thought for a second before she pinched him again and he couldn't ignore it any longer. "Hon, that's not--I'm not--you're just not doing something right."
"I'm sorry, sir," her sweet Italian accent said. "I'll try a different method."
"Thank you, that'd be fantastic."
As he settled down again to let the girl do her job, he heard Mel moaning quietly beside him. Was his masseuse in training or something? Normally the sound of Mel's voice like that was enough to get him hot and bothered. This time his body stayed tense in the anticipation of his masseuse's next wrong move. She dug into him again and, once again, it wasn't good. "Fuck," he winced. Then he huffed. "Sweetheart, no. I don't know what it is, but that's just--it's not right."
"I'm so sorry, sir," she said to him.
Her hands had left his body for a minute. He would have been more aware had he not been more relaxed without her hands being on him at all. He was content to lay there and listen to the sexy sounds that were coming out of Mel's mouth, except even that wasn't happening anymore. The entire room was quiet except for the soft-core porn music that was playing. Suddenly, the sound of Mel's voice next to his ear startled him. "What's your name, sweetie?" She whispered gently. "Bianca? Here, Bianca. I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job. But I do know my husband. Let me show you something."
And then, before Jason even had a chance to open an eye to check out the scene, the heel of Mel's hand twisted itself firmly into his shoulder blade and he nearly lost all sense of meaning--and the control of his mouth. "Oh my god, fuck yes," he breathed quickly.
Mel and Bianca giggled a little but he didn't care. This was the best he'd felt since the notion of this cheesy massage even came up. Suddenly, he was okay with it.
"THAT is the way to touch my husband," Mel said in a tone that was quietly instructional. "Here. You try."
"NO," he barked quickly. "No. Just keep doing what you're doing. Don't stop."
"Um," Mel hesitated. "Um, okay..."
Jason felt bad because he knew Mel should have been enjoying her own time on that table beside him. But goddamn, nobody could touch him like she could and the truth was, he'd needed this for so damn long...
He took a second to open an eye to peek at his wife, who stood over him. He wasn't sure why he expected different. But what he didn't expect was what he saw. "Mel?" He murmured. "Are you--are you walking around naked?"
"Um..."
Opening both his eyes, he lifted his head up, and then his entire torso, propping himself up on his arms. She WAS naked. He guessed he expected her to have wrapped herself in a towel or something, but nope. There she was without a stitch on, her dark hair merely brushing over her bare breasts. Blonde Bianca stood next to her, a little too close, and didn't seem the least bit phased by it. "It's nothing they haven't seen before," she said.
Bianca reached over Mel's shoulder and lifted a strand of her hair. "I love your hair," she smiled.
Mel smiled warmly at her and said to her, "Thank you so much." Then she reached over and lifted Bianca's ponytail. "Your hair is much more gorgeous than mine, though."
The women giggled and Jason's jaw dropped in shock. "What the fuck is going on here?" He breathed. The exchange was almost too much for him to bear.
Both women looked at him, clueless. He looked over Mel again, looked at Bianca, and then turned and saw the Helga one straightening towels across the room. Finally, he said, "Leave us. Both of you. Now. Lock the door on your way out."
As the two women did as they were told, Jason turned onto his side and propped himself up with his elbow. "Jason," Mel scolded lightly. "That was a little rude."
"It was as nice as I could make it. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now."
A sly smile crept across Mel's lips. "I couldn't lay there and listen to you suffer. I had to show the poor girl how you like to be touched. I could have continued to show her had you not sent her out of the room."
His breathing quickened, his chest starting to heave. "What does that mean?"
She shrugged with one shoulder and smirked, her hair shifting enough to expose a hardened nipple. He licked his lips, feeling the savage slowly rising within him. "Come on. She's cute. I would have been okay with it if she watched a little."
"Get the fuck over here," he growled finally, not able to wait another second. He turned over and ripped the cover off of his waist, exposing his hardened exterior. Then he pulled Mel's leg over his lap as she climbed on the bed over him, not willing to wait for her to adjust herself. He moved her hair back from her shoulders so he could see her and he ran his hands down her body. "Fuck me," he commanded through his teeth. "Do it now."
"I should make you beg for it for being such a rude boy just then."
"Just DO IT."
She wrapped her hand around him and inserted him into her and as she slid down on him, his chest collapsed and he let out a growl from his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment as Mel rode him, her hips grinding him slowly, and he ran his hands up her thighs and gripped her hips so that he could feel the way she moved under his hands.
He opened his eyes to watch her, always fascinated with the movements of her body. She was so aware of herself and how to use every part of her body to visually please him. It was almost like a performance meant only for him. She picked up speed as her body weight pressed into his chest through her hands and her small breasts were pressed together by her arms. He watched them move as she continued the ride and she swung her long hair over to one side, locking eyes with him, her eyes dark with seduction. He let out a breath and let his head collapse back on the massage table, allowing her to completely take him for a
second. As he looked back up at her, a smirk flashed across her lips. "You like that, baby?"
He couldn't answer. But he knew he couldn't let her control him any longer, either. He was falling farther and farther by the second. Glancing beside him, he reached out with one arm and forcefully jerked the other massage table next to them. It took a little force, perhaps a little more than it should have taken and he hoped he didn't just tear something in his arm, but he didn't care. The positioning was good enough and he pulled her to his chest, wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over onto the other bed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at him and he smiled down at her. "I don't beg for shit," he breathed. "But you do. And you're gonna beg me for it right now."
"You're gonna fuck me whether I beg you or not."
"Do it." He ran his hand down her body and then wrapped his hand around himself. Guiding the tip slowly around the outside of her, she began to writhe in anticipation. A smile crept across his face. "You like that?"
"Mmm," she moaned. She bit her lip and lifted her chin. She moaned louder.
"You like that, don't you? Tell me you want it."
She was still silent. He guided himself to her opening and he lingered, gently pressing himself against her. As he did this, her breaths became desperate. Finally, she whimpered out, "Jason."
"What is it, sweet girl?" He patronized softly. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Please. Right now."
"Right now?"
"Yes!" She demanded desperately. "Right now, goddammit!"
He bit his lip and scrunched his nose in amusement as he shoved himself aggressively inside her. She cried out from the shock and he knew a little of it had to be from pain because he bottomed out instantly. But after a moment, as he slid himself expertly in and out of her, her cries were purely from pleasure and he reveled in the sights and the sounds of her underneath him. The more she liked it, the more she constricted around him and the wetter and tighter she got, the less he was able to handle it.
He hooked one of her legs tightly against his body and he braced himself over her with his other arm as he finally hung his head in defeat. He lost himself as he fucked her, miraculously managing to keep an even rhythm. Underneath him, Mel breathed and she moaned and she called his name several more times. He loved it. Goddamn, how he loved it. There was nothing hotter on this earth than the way she called out his name and there probably never would be.
The closer she came, the harder her nails began to dig into the skin on his arm. This was always a sign. She, then, reached up and took a fist full of his hair on the back of his head and jerked him down close to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and lifted her hips as her body convulsed in the orgasm underneath him. "Fuck!" She called out as she came. "Fuck, Jason, yes!"
Once she had finished, she reached down and dug her nails into his ass as she pulled him repeatedly into her. Her tongue traced his ear as she breathed her encouragements into it and within seconds, his forehead collapsed against her and he growled his orgasm through his teeth. "That's it, baby," she whispered as he bucked into her. "That's how you do it. That's a good boy."
His mouth crashed into hers as he settled himself and he kissed her for a moment as they both came down from the rush. Goddamn, a month had been too long. There was only one woman in the world he'd ever had sex that hot with and he thanked some type of god every single day that he'd married her. He knew there was no poor bastard on Earth getting laid the way he was. At least not in that moment.
Moments later, wrapped in their robes again, the newlyweds walked out the door of the massage room, much to the disgrace that crossed the staff's faces. Jason winked at the ladies as he passed by, his arm slid around his wife's waist. "Best massage I ever had," he said to them. "I'll be sure to pass the word along about this place."
Mel elbowed him in the gut and giggled as they made their way to the elevators. Any adventure with her was always one for the books. He looked forward to spending the rest of his life writing the never-ending chapters.
MEL
Once they had gotten back to the hotel and out of the snow, Jason had spent the next hour on multiple phone calls. Mel only heard half of the conversations and his voice never wavered from anger and frustration. He was pissed. He was pissed at the snow, he was pissed at missing work, and she knew he hated when his schedule remained to be determined.
"Goddammit," Jason said into the phone. "Fine. Fine, I guess there's really nothing else to do but wait it out. I promise you I'll be on set as soon as the roads are clear...Yeah, yeah, I know. I know what you told me. Next time I'll make a smarter decision." After another minute, he hung up the phone, muttering curses to himself.
So that was it. Jason was stranded. The movie crew was stranded. Nobody could go anywhere. Mel didn't realize she was smiling until he turned around and narrowed his eyes at her. "What?"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry, I'm selfish. I know you have to work and that this movie has to get done but--well, I can't lie. I'm kinda happy we're snowed in."
"You realize the more the schedule gets pushed back, the longer it's gonna take to finish the movie. And I have other projects lined up."
Mel glanced at her hands in shame. She WAS selfish. "I know," she said quietly. "I said I was sorry." Then she looked back up at him. "But now we have another day to be together. That's good, right?"
"Of course that's good--"
"I mean--three days, Jason. Three days. We've seen each other three--maybe four--whole days since we've been married. It was hard enough being apart when we were just friends. And I realize that you have to work and I realize what I married into, but you gotta understand, this is quite an adjustment for me--"
"Mel, where is this coming from?"
She didn't know. She had no idea. But it poured out of her before she could stop it. "I just want you to WANT to be around me."
"Are you kidding? There's nowhere else I'd rather be, you know that--"
"This past month has just been so hard," she said, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "It's been horrible. Moving has been a pain, the landlords don't want to convert the guest suite into a garage, so the Viper and your Jeep are both parked at Sarah's and David's. Getting my name changed has been a nightmare and I almost didn't get my passport renewed in time--nobody can spell our fucking name, Jason! And then I landed in the goddamn hospital and all that bullshit happened and--and I had to do it all alone. Without you. And like I said, I understand that you have to work and it's unfair for me to just unload on you like this but this month without you has been hell and I just--all I did was miss you!"
"Jesus, sweetheart, come here." He walked over toward her and pulled her from the chair she was sitting in. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. "Don't ever apologize. For anything. We're together now, it's okay."
She cried into his chest. Goddammit, she didn't want to cry. She didn't want to burden him and she didn't want to cry, but it all poured out and she couldn't stop herself. It felt good, though. It felt good to relieve the pressure. "Baby, what's the matter with you?" He finally asked her gently.
She pulled away and sniffed and wiped her nose with her wrist. It was totally crude and unladylike but she didn't care. Thankfully, Jason pretended not to notice. "I'm afraid. I don't want to get lost in the shuffle. I don't want to become an afterthought. I don't want to just be an appendage. I'm afraid that--" she paused to sniff again, followed by a hiccup. This was probably the most unattractive cry ever. "I'm afraid that now that we're married that you might give up the fight."
"The fight?"
"The desire. The want. You know what I mean. I don't want you to give up even though you got what you wanted."
"Is that what you think--?"
"I know what it's like to be married. To be with someone for such a long period of time. But you're different. Our relationship is different than any relationship I've ever been in. And I just--I don't want you to get used to me. I understand if you're disappointed over losing a day of work. But I want you to at least be happy that you get to spend it with me."
He pulled away and looked down at her, his eyes searching hers. Then, without a word, he picked her up off the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"What are you doing?" She said, looking around as he began to walk with her.
"You were right. You were absolutely right. Call me a chauvinist pig or whatever you want, but the only thing I got out of that entire spiel was that I'm snowed in with the sexiest woman in the world and, well, what the hell else am I gonna do with all this time alone with her but take her to bed? Right?"
"THAT'S what you got out of that?"
"You're goddamn right I did."
"Don't dismiss my words," she scolded quietly. "Or my feelings."
"I'm not dismissing. I'm acknowledging. Huge difference."
"I love you."
"I don't have time for romance right now."
"Okay."
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JASON
The next morning, the snow still fell outside the window. Jason had ordered them room service and served his wife breakfast in bed. He felt like an asshole about the previous night. It was easy to be unaware of what was going on on the other side of the world when you weren't there to be a part of it. He knew Mel had been carrying the burden on her own back home, but he hadn't taken into account the pressure it was putting her under. And she didn't have to tell him anything about missing him. He missed her as much as she missed him, if not more. The past month was torture and simply talking to her on the phone was only a tease. His heart had never felt such discomfort.
And so he decided that today he would make it up to her. He would make up for having to take care of all their business back home, he would make up for not being there for her surgery, he would preemptively make up for all the time she would ultimately still be alone while he worked. He was simply lucky that he would get to sleep next to her every night--or at least once per day. Maybe.
After breakfast, once he'd allowed her as much cuddle time as she pleased, they had showered and dressed and he smiled as Mel sat in a window seat, watching it snow as she leafed through the hotel booklet. It had always amused him how much she loved the snow--especially now that she was his own, personal Hawaiian beach bunny. He sat there and watched her, remembering the first time he witnessed her gazing out the window at the snow, her eyes filled with almost as much love as they did when she looked at him. It was almost a year ago. In New York City, in the apartment she used to share with Taylor. Isaac Hanson was there and they were lamenting about the way the weather hindered them as Mel quietly stared out the window and appreciated the magic of the falling white flakes. Some things just never changed.
She interrupted his thoughts when she whipped her body around, nearly falling off the seat, and plastering a million-dollar smile across her face. "Guess what? I found what we can do today. Couple's massages! They offer them in the spa right downstairs!"
His wife's smile was met with a look of disdain on his own face. He couldn't help it. "A couple's massage? Seriously?"
"Yeah. Why not? I mean, this hotel's practically empty, right? You said there are hardly any tourists this time of year. And we can't go anywhere, so we practically have the run of it."
"I'd rather just have the run of this penthouse."
"That's no fun," she pouted.
"Yeah? What about all that 'I just want to be alone with you' business?"
"We ARE alone. It would just be--in square footage a little larger than this room is all."
"I don't really like the idea of a stranger's hands all over my--I just--no. I'm not doing it."
"Well--I mean, you work out. What did you do before we were together?"
"I had a personal masseuse."
"Mmhmm," she smirked sarcastically. "And how many happy endings were you treated to for THAT?"
"It was a GUY."
She furrowed her brow. "Well--anyway, I'll be there. But whatever, it's okay. It was just an idea anyway...I mean, you know, since we didn't get a honeymoon and all, I figured we might, yanno, treat this as a little newlywed retreat or something. But it's okay. No problem."
Fuck. She went there. She pulled the fucking honeymoon card. She had just played him smoother than a goddamn violin and he had a feeling she knew it. And, so, he did what he did best in these situations. He caved. "Goddammit. Fine. We'll do a couple's massage if you've got your little heart that set on it."
She beamed at him with happiness and, with that he, was done. Fucking hook, line, and sinker. Fucking fuck.
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An hour later, they were both laying face-down, side-by-side, on a pair of massage tables. The lighting was dim, candles were lit, and soft, instrumental music played on a small radio reminiscent of the music you might hear while watching soft core porn. The
atmosphere provided every means possible to turn you on and it would have worked for Jason had he not felt so awkward watching the Helga-type rub his wife down.
He had no idea what his masseuse looked like and he didn't care to find out if that's what Mel's looked like. While Mel's face read pure bliss, Jason did his best to close his eyes and enjoy it himself, except that everything his masseuse did was just wrong. He turned his head to the other side and opened an eye to look, a little surprised at what he found. She was cute in a tight polo shirt and a blonde ponytail. What, they couldn't assign the cute one to Mel so he could watch? He knew he should have felt bad for that thought, but he didn't.
He could only entertain the thought for a second before she pinched him again and he couldn't ignore it any longer. "Hon, that's not--I'm not--you're just not doing something right."
"I'm sorry, sir," her sweet Italian accent said. "I'll try a different method."
"Thank you, that'd be fantastic."
As he settled down again to let the girl do her job, he heard Mel moaning quietly beside him. Was his masseuse in training or something? Normally the sound of Mel's voice like that was enough to get him hot and bothered. This time his body stayed tense in the anticipation of his masseuse's next wrong move. She dug into him again and, once again, it wasn't good. "Fuck," he winced. Then he huffed. "Sweetheart, no. I don't know what it is, but that's just--it's not right."
"I'm so sorry, sir," she said to him.
Her hands had left his body for a minute. He would have been more aware had he not been more relaxed without her hands being on him at all. He was content to lay there and listen to the sexy sounds that were coming out of Mel's mouth, except even that wasn't happening anymore. The entire room was quiet except for the soft-core porn music that was playing. Suddenly, the sound of Mel's voice next to his ear startled him. "What's your name, sweetie?" She whispered gently. "Bianca? Here, Bianca. I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job. But I do know my husband. Let me show you something."
And then, before Jason even had a chance to open an eye to check out the scene, the heel of Mel's hand twisted itself firmly into his shoulder blade and he nearly lost all sense of meaning--and the control of his mouth. "Oh my god, fuck yes," he breathed quickly.
Mel and Bianca giggled a little but he didn't care. This was the best he'd felt since the notion of this cheesy massage even came up. Suddenly, he was okay with it.
"THAT is the way to touch my husband," Mel said in a tone that was quietly instructional. "Here. You try."
"NO," he barked quickly. "No. Just keep doing what you're doing. Don't stop."
"Um," Mel hesitated. "Um, okay..."
Jason felt bad because he knew Mel should have been enjoying her own time on that table beside him. But goddamn, nobody could touch him like she could and the truth was, he'd needed this for so damn long...
He took a second to open an eye to peek at his wife, who stood over him. He wasn't sure why he expected different. But what he didn't expect was what he saw. "Mel?" He murmured. "Are you--are you walking around naked?"
"Um..."
Opening both his eyes, he lifted his head up, and then his entire torso, propping himself up on his arms. She WAS naked. He guessed he expected her to have wrapped herself in a towel or something, but nope. There she was without a stitch on, her dark hair merely brushing over her bare breasts. Blonde Bianca stood next to her, a little too close, and didn't seem the least bit phased by it. "It's nothing they haven't seen before," she said.
Bianca reached over Mel's shoulder and lifted a strand of her hair. "I love your hair," she smiled.
Mel smiled warmly at her and said to her, "Thank you so much." Then she reached over and lifted Bianca's ponytail. "Your hair is much more gorgeous than mine, though."
The women giggled and Jason's jaw dropped in shock. "What the fuck is going on here?" He breathed. The exchange was almost too much for him to bear.
Both women looked at him, clueless. He looked over Mel again, looked at Bianca, and then turned and saw the Helga one straightening towels across the room. Finally, he said, "Leave us. Both of you. Now. Lock the door on your way out."
As the two women did as they were told, Jason turned onto his side and propped himself up with his elbow. "Jason," Mel scolded lightly. "That was a little rude."
"It was as nice as I could make it. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now."
A sly smile crept across Mel's lips. "I couldn't lay there and listen to you suffer. I had to show the poor girl how you like to be touched. I could have continued to show her had you not sent her out of the room."
His breathing quickened, his chest starting to heave. "What does that mean?"
She shrugged with one shoulder and smirked, her hair shifting enough to expose a hardened nipple. He licked his lips, feeling the savage slowly rising within him. "Come on. She's cute. I would have been okay with it if she watched a little."
"Get the fuck over here," he growled finally, not able to wait another second. He turned over and ripped the cover off of his waist, exposing his hardened exterior. Then he pulled Mel's leg over his lap as she climbed on the bed over him, not willing to wait for her to adjust herself. He moved her hair back from her shoulders so he could see her and he ran his hands down her body. "Fuck me," he commanded through his teeth. "Do it now."
"I should make you beg for it for being such a rude boy just then."
"Just DO IT."
She wrapped her hand around him and inserted him into her and as she slid down on him, his chest collapsed and he let out a growl from his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment as Mel rode him, her hips grinding him slowly, and he ran his hands up her thighs and gripped her hips so that he could feel the way she moved under his hands.
He opened his eyes to watch her, always fascinated with the movements of her body. She was so aware of herself and how to use every part of her body to visually please him. It was almost like a performance meant only for him. She picked up speed as her body weight pressed into his chest through her hands and her small breasts were pressed together by her arms. He watched them move as she continued the ride and she swung her long hair over to one side, locking eyes with him, her eyes dark with seduction. He let out a breath and let his head collapse back on the massage table, allowing her to completely take him for a
second. As he looked back up at her, a smirk flashed across her lips. "You like that, baby?"
He couldn't answer. But he knew he couldn't let her control him any longer, either. He was falling farther and farther by the second. Glancing beside him, he reached out with one arm and forcefully jerked the other massage table next to them. It took a little force, perhaps a little more than it should have taken and he hoped he didn't just tear something in his arm, but he didn't care. The positioning was good enough and he pulled her to his chest, wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over onto the other bed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at him and he smiled down at her. "I don't beg for shit," he breathed. "But you do. And you're gonna beg me for it right now."
"You're gonna fuck me whether I beg you or not."
"Do it." He ran his hand down her body and then wrapped his hand around himself. Guiding the tip slowly around the outside of her, she began to writhe in anticipation. A smile crept across his face. "You like that?"
"Mmm," she moaned. She bit her lip and lifted her chin. She moaned louder.
"You like that, don't you? Tell me you want it."
She was still silent. He guided himself to her opening and he lingered, gently pressing himself against her. As he did this, her breaths became desperate. Finally, she whimpered out, "Jason."
"What is it, sweet girl?" He patronized softly. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Please. Right now."
"Right now?"
"Yes!" She demanded desperately. "Right now, goddammit!"
He bit his lip and scrunched his nose in amusement as he shoved himself aggressively inside her. She cried out from the shock and he knew a little of it had to be from pain because he bottomed out instantly. But after a moment, as he slid himself expertly in and out of her, her cries were purely from pleasure and he reveled in the sights and the sounds of her underneath him. The more she liked it, the more she constricted around him and the wetter and tighter she got, the less he was able to handle it.
He hooked one of her legs tightly against his body and he braced himself over her with his other arm as he finally hung his head in defeat. He lost himself as he fucked her, miraculously managing to keep an even rhythm. Underneath him, Mel breathed and she moaned and she called his name several more times. He loved it. Goddamn, how he loved it. There was nothing hotter on this earth than the way she called out his name and there probably never would be.
The closer she came, the harder her nails began to dig into the skin on his arm. This was always a sign. She, then, reached up and took a fist full of his hair on the back of his head and jerked him down close to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and lifted her hips as her body convulsed in the orgasm underneath him. "Fuck!" She called out as she came. "Fuck, Jason, yes!"
Once she had finished, she reached down and dug her nails into his ass as she pulled him repeatedly into her. Her tongue traced his ear as she breathed her encouragements into it and within seconds, his forehead collapsed against her and he growled his orgasm through his teeth. "That's it, baby," she whispered as he bucked into her. "That's how you do it. That's a good boy."
His mouth crashed into hers as he settled himself and he kissed her for a moment as they both came down from the rush. Goddamn, a month had been too long. There was only one woman in the world he'd ever had sex that hot with and he thanked some type of god every single day that he'd married her. He knew there was no poor bastard on Earth getting laid the way he was. At least not in that moment.
Moments later, wrapped in their robes again, the newlyweds walked out the door of the massage room, much to the disgrace that crossed the staff's faces. Jason winked at the ladies as he passed by, his arm slid around his wife's waist. "Best massage I ever had," he said to them. "I'll be sure to pass the word along about this place."
Mel elbowed him in the gut and giggled as they made their way to the elevators. Any adventure with her was always one for the books. He looked forward to spending the rest of his life writing the never-ending chapters.