He’s about to drop his hand, but I don’t want to come off as rude before I even start working with him. Stretching out my hand, I take his and shake it, forcing out a little laugh to try to cover up how incredibly weird I just was.
“I’m sorry, I should be saying thank you. It’s really great to meet you. I hope to be able to get you back on the field very soon.”
He licks his lips, and I notice he circles the nub on my wrist before releasing my hand slowly. The tips of his fingers tickle the inside of my palm as he pulls away. It feels deliberate, not accidental at all.
Swallowing hard, I touch my throat and look off into the room.
“I’m sure you will.” The corner of his lip twitches slightly into a soft smile, and his eyes stay firmly set on mine. “I’m counting on it.”
“Well, let’s continue with this tour. I’ll show you the staff break room and where your office will be.” Carl slaps Ryon on the back as he takes the first step to break this greeting. “Ryon, go start your stretches. Enough messing around with my patients. You’re here for us to take care of you. Don’t get too comfortable here. We’re going to have you back on the field in no time.”
“Got it,” he says. “I’ll try to focus on my own rehab, but you know I’m a team player. I can’t not help these guys if I think I have something to add to their treatment.”
Carl half grunts and half laughs as he starts walking. Following him as he continues with his tour, I take a look over my shoulder. Ryon pulls his bottom lip in, biting down on it. His lids lower as he watches my ass, like he’s enjoying every step I take.
My body ignites on the inside, making my skin warm and my belly swirl.
No. Can’t do it. It’s unethical. He’s going to be your client, Gil!
Shaking my head to myself, I force the feelings away.
It doesn’t matter who he is, or how famous or how hot or how damn sexy and strong his body looks. . .
He’s off limits.
Spreading the oil down his arm, I begin to massage the muscle with firm, deep circles. He groans slightly, and I feel my pussy clench.
“That feels amazing,” he says as I press harder, using the full weight of my body to work out the knots.
“It’ll loosen you up a lot. Once I get out these kinks, you’ll have much better range of motion in your shoulder.”
I’m trying. I’m trying so damn hard to ignore the fire in my belly as I rub this hot oil on Ryon’s skin. But it’s so hard, his back is rigid, built and constructed with perfectly shaped muscles and a nice round ass.
My fingers slip easily over his muscles, and every stroke turns my nipples into peaks and my pussy into a melting pot. I glide down his spine, then move back up, using a steady pressure.
Ryon moans softly, and I find myself going lower, stopping just above his ass, eager to tear the sheet back. Biting on my bottom lip, his glistening skin and hard body are making me hot.
“I’m going to have you turn over now.”
He grunts and groans a little as he flips to his back. My eyes move down his chest and I suck in a gasp of air. He’s rock hard. His cock thick and standing at attention.
“You, um, you—” I start to say, but I can’t get the words out. He opens one eye, and I softly point to his waist.
Ryon looks down and smirks. “What can I say? I like a good massage.” He smiles up at me, jerking his hips to make his cock jump. “I think he wants to be touched too.” Smirking, he licks his lips and wags his brows.
What do I do?
I know I need to decline and walk away, tell him it’s not appropriate, remind him I’m his physical therapist, and that’s it. But it’s Ryon fucking Daniels. Honestly, I don’t think it’s humanly possible. He’s sexy as hell, and no matter how much I try to pretend like I’m not turned on by him, my body betrays me at every turn.
My pussy is seeping, throbbing and urging me to just take him for a ride. My nipples are tender and tingling as they scrape the inside of my bra, begging for him to pinch and pluck them.
“Does he now?” I ask with a hint of seduction in my voice.
Ryon grins, his eyes licking up and down my body. “He does.” Rocking his hips, his dick presses against the white sheet.
I can’t stop staring at his cock. My tongue runs across my bottom lip as my mouth waters. “Maybe I can help.” I move my hand down the edge of the table, and slip it up under the sheet.
The tips of my fingers touch his outer thigh, and my skin sizzles as my pussy bears down again. I’m soaking wet. I can feel the damp spot in my panties as my heart begins to race wildly in my chest.
This is wrong, wrong at every turn. And yet, I can’t stop myself. I’m a magnet and he’s the metal, thick, hard and drawing me in.
Reaching the edge of his shaft, I softly curl my fingers around the base. Ryon instantly moans, dropping his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers as he pushes his cock into my hand.
Holding his dick tightly, I start to move up and down. Reaching the crown, I squeeze it in my palm, quickly slipping it back down until I hit his base. Up and down, up and down, I jerk his cock.
The sheet is still in place, but I can easily picture his dick. My fingertips barely touch as I hold his shaft, and the pads of my fingers run over thick veins and his plump tip. There’s a small wet spot growing in the center of the sheet, right above his cock. My hips are starting to roll, and my pussy is pulsing violently.
I feel a tickle on my thigh, it surprises me, and causes me to dart my eyes to my leg. Ryon is moving his fingers closer and closer to my pussy, the tips of his fingers are stretching under the edge of my shorts.
Naturally and without a second thought, I spread my legs wider, giving him room. I’m moving my hand faster and faster as he reaches my panties and flicks them to the side. His finger slips between my lips, and he moves up my slit until he hits my needy button.
My thighs tremble and my knees almost buckle as he flicks my clit. I’m a dripping candle, hot, wet, my arousal slicking his finger. He’s rubbing my clit, when he suddenly spears my pussy with a single finger, drawing a heavy moan out of my body.
The more he works my pussy, the faster I stroke his dick. I can’t even control it, it’s like every move he makes on my body causes my hand to react on his. I’m squeezing harder, cupping his tip in my palm as I glide back down. He’s pushing his finger in and out of my pussy, curling it up so it hits my G-spot.
“Mm,” I groan quietly as I nibble on my bottom lip.
“You like that?” he asks, and I shake my head yes. “Good, I can’t wait to watch you come.” Ryon smiles as he thrusts inside my body with a second finger. “Come for me, baby. I want to watch you fall apart.”
My hand jumps under the sheet, and I feel his cock throb. His thick thigh muscles go rigid and Ryon’s eyes squeeze tightly shut as he pushes his hips harder and harder into my hand.
I’m so close, so fucking close to coming, and then. . .
“You ready, Gil?” Ryon asks, rapping lightly on the door of my office.
Opening my eyes, I focus on his face as he wraps his shirt around his neck and holds the towel in place around his hips.
“You were right, the sauna really does make my muscles feel looser.” Rocking his shoulders back and forth, he takes a step inside my office. I can see his skin glistening from sweat, and his chest flexes and his abs tighten.