The Team Masseuse

I won’t lie, I was looking forward to not being needed tonight. I must have got up on the wrong side of the bed, because the second I opened my eyes this morning, I knew I wasn’t in the mood to go to work, even for he playoffs.

But tonight had to be a major game. And just as I picked up my bag to leave, I got a message.

The team captain has to see me. Sure, I’m happy to see him, and obviously, I’m not going to leave him if he’s injured...

But it’s getting late, and my body wants nothing more than to crash onto the couch the second I get home.

But of course, the captain had to hang onto the hoop after scoring the slam dunk of the season. And tweak his rhomboid mid-celebration.

I head into the relaxation area, and my nose is filled with the artificial scent of fresh cotton and jasmine.

You’re sitting on one of the padded, minimalist benches, freshly showered and checking something on your phone.

We know of each other, we’ve passed in the corridors, I’ve seen you at game afterparties with the other players, but we’ve never actually spoken to each other. I’m the post-game masseuse, and you’ve never needed a post-game massage. Until now.

"Hi, uh… Max?"

"Yes, uh…hi. You’re the masseuse?"

You look up from your phone and stop. I knew you were gorgeous, but seeing you in the flesh? Holy…shit. It never gets old.

The pictures and game footage really don’t do you justice. I shake my head, trying to collect my thoughts.

You sound surprised to see me.

Your coach did say you have me and not the regular masseuse, right? But then again, the coach and I aren’t exactly on first-name terms.

The team coach is known for being terrible with names, so I’m ‘that girl with the ponytail’...Which, really, could mean anyone.

"That’s me. The coach said you had me and not Joe, right? I was told you’re having an issue with your –"

"Yeah, it’s uh… My right arm and rhomboid. Tweaked it on my last basket tonight."

"You mean, the one that just won us a spot in the finals? That jump was pretty impressive."

"You saw that?"

"It could rival Jordan’s, if you ask me."

"Okay, now you’re just flattering me."

"Why don’t you come on back?"

I can feel your eyes burning into my back and I feel a flush of heat in my face.

"It was a great play, but it won’t do your body any favours if you keep swinging from the hoop like Tarzan."

"No, I, uh… I suppose not."

You’re nothing like I thought you’d be in person… you’re much more shy up close than on the court. When you’re playing, you’re the life of the party.

All eyes are on you, and you have the personality to match. You ooze confidence, and you’re not afraid to play that smooth, almost bad boy image to the fans and press.

But now? Here? It’s like I’m seeing another person entirely.

"So before we get started…are there any other areas that need work?"

"Uh, yeah, I’ve got a couple of knots around my upper back, and my lower back gets a little sore these days. I tore a ligament in my knee ten years ago, so it gives me a few problems sometimes."

"So basically everywhere. If you could help me with any of those, that would be awesome."

The confidence must be your on-court persona, and you play it up for the fans and the cameras. That’s not uncommon.

But even though you’re tall, at least a foot taller than me… and you take up space like the star basketball player you are, you’re so much more understated than I expected.

I notice the way your hoodie clings to your broad shoulders, and even with your shirt, I can see the definition of your chest against the cotton…

"Are you okay?"

"What? Yeah, yeah, just… It’s been a long day."

"Tell me about it."

My cheeks are burning. What is wrong with me?

"I’ll uh, just give you a minute to change, and you can lay down on your stomach on the table, okay?"

I’m used to seeing basketball players half-naked on my table.

And many of the guys on the team are just as smooth-talking here as they are on the court. Usually groaning in pain as I’m working out some of the most insane knots I’ve ever seen in a person’s calves.

So many players are different in their public and personal lives. But you… I don’t know, surprised me, I guess?

I was expecting to massage some smooth-talking Captain who has an answer for everything, and have it grate my nerves for the next half hour.

But you’re…humble? Shy, even?

It’s…cute, actually.

No, no, focus. Cute or not, you’re still my client. I have to say professional.

"Ready, come in."

You’ve done exactly what I asked and the way you’re looking at me with that cute, sweet little grin as you rub the back of your neck is not helping.

As I get everything ready, I try not to stare at the way you shift, and how every muscle in your back ripples. I try to keep my eyes on the bottle of massage oil as I squirt some onto my hands and warm it up…

"Okay, we’ll start with a general massage around the back and then hone in, okay? Since you tweaked your rhomboid, all the other muscles will start to tense so we want to work that out before it becomes a problem."

"Sounds great."

"Are you ready?"

"Ready when you are."

I start from the top of the shoulders and glide my oiled hands down your back. Your skin is smooth, and I can smell the clean citrus of your body wash from the shower.

I move my hands down to your lower back, following the tight lines of muscle and fascia with smooth pressure back up to your shoulders. I work my thumbs into your shoulders, massaging out some of the tension.

You’re already getting some relief it seems, and that’s a good sign. But it doesn’t help that you sound…really good when you make that sound. Focus…

"Good?"

"Fantastic. I really needed this."

"I haven’t gotten to your problem areas yet. You might not like me after that."

"Oh, I’m sure I can find a way to forgive you."

I circle my thumbs a little deeper, focusing on a knot at the top of your shoulder.

"Okay, let’s get that shoulder blade looked at."

I work my hands over the muscle, gently, looking for the trouble spot.

"Argh!"

You reach out for the support bar along the side of my table… Instead, your hand grips my thigh.

"Oh my god - I’m so sorry –"

"Oh no, it’s – it’s okay. Reflexes can get you like that."

You relax under my touch, but I notice your hand lingering a little.

"I took the bars off so I could reach better… but you can hold on to me if you need to."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I need you to relax to do my job so… if it gives you something to hold on to."

You relax back on the table, keeping your hand on my thigh, just below the hem of my loose shorts. It’s strange, and definitely not allowed.

But it feels…good.

"I like having something to hold onto."

My face goes beet red.

"Okay, could you turn on your back for me, please?"

As you shift onto your back, and I pick up the bottle of oil again, pouring some onto your stomach and chest.

"Sorry, I know it’s cold. Just a little more…"

I slowly trail the oil down your stomach, and try not to stare. Less ogling, more massaging!

You seem to notice my internal dilemma, and look…amused by it. Once again, you reach out for my thigh.

But you don’t seem to be looking for something to hold on to out of pain, this time. It’s more a caress, slowly tracing up and down, squeezing a little in appreciation.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah, that…that’s fine"

"Tell me if you want me to stop…"

I try to concentrate on massaging the tension out of your chest as I move my hand across the definition of your pec. Your perfectly defined…strong…chest… NOPE. Focus.

I’ve already broken one rule today by letting you touch me.

But gliding my hands over your tense…oiled chest certainly…isn’t helping me to stay focused..

I think I want to break the rules with you, and it doesn’t help that I can feel my nipples getting hard beneath my shirt, and we’re so close like this. I wonder if you notice too.

I don’t want you to stop. Not at all.

"No. More…"

With those words, it’s like a switch is flipped. Everything between us is so…charged, like electricity crackling in the air. Drawing us to each other all the more.

"You’re blushing."

"Am I?"

"Yeah. It’s cute. Watching you get shy on me…"

You slide your hand a little higher, and I like it so much, I can’t stop imagining those hands all over me. Wanting them on my thighs, my waist…wondering what your lips would feel like on mine…

"Well, I’ve never had the honour of massaging the captain before."

"The pleasure’s all mine, believe me."

"Now you’re sounding more like the smooth-talker Captain I see on the TV."

"You know, you’re welcome to watch me train sometime."

"I’d like that."

"Mmm-"

I work my fingers a little deeper into your skin as I move down, and press against the tightness in your oblique.

"I know, I know, it’s okay… Just a little more…There. It’s releasing, can you feel that?"

"Yeah… that’s better."

I keep going, my fingers gliding along the muscle and around your lower stomach. My touch skims across the top of your shorts, and your fingers tighten around my thigh.

You release your grip, but then your fingers are trailing a little higher…over my hip until you pause….

I lean into it, loving the feel of your hand skimming over my ass, giving it a squeeze.

"You like that?"

"Yeah..."

My hands are still on your lower belly, so close to your waistband. The air is thick, and you flex your hips slightly. I try not to look down to see if you’re hard. I hope you are.

I press my thighs together. If you wanted me to touch you, all I’d have to do is just slip them underneath…

I can’t… If someone catches us, I’d lose my job. I keep massaging, only now in smaller movements.

It’s hard to concentrate on what I’m doing when you're trailing your fingers along my hip, just teasing under the hem of my shirt…

…and slipping underneath.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah…"

As I work along the sculpted V-line peeking from the waistband of your shorts, you trace your fingers along my skin, along the dip of my waist. No wonder they call them sex lines… it’s hard to think about anything else when I’m looking at them.

"How’s that feel?"

"Feels good…"

I linger there, my pinky finger just grazing the top of your shorts. You flex your hips a little, inviting me, and for a moment, our eyes meet.

They’re hooded and glazed over slightly, and you give me a little nod. Giving me the green light.

In a bold move, I slip my fingers under your shorts…

"You want me to touch you…?"

"Yeah…"

I slip my hand beneath the fabric so I can wrap my oiled fingers around the base of your cock. You’re so hard.

"Oh my god…"

I slowly start to stroke, feeling your cock thickening, growing even harder as you throb in my hand. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.

My clit throbs between my legs, and I feel myself clench as we both watch the way my hand moves under your shorts. A haziness crosses over your face, watching me stroke you, and your head falls back softly on the table.

"Ohh-oh…yeah…"

"Good?"

"Really good…"

You lift your hips as I pull your shorts off, and your cock springs free. I get the bottle of oil and pour some directly onto your cock, watching it drizzle over your skin.

You don’t give yourself a few strokes or try to show me what you like. Instead, gripping the sides of the table as you watch me spread the oil over your hardening arousal.

I grip you, squeezing around the base before circling the pad of my pointer finger around the slit in your tip.

Your hips buck, and you tremble a little, slipping your hand under my shirt, lightly grazing the side of my stomach.. Your skin on mine sends a wave of electricity down my spine, my grip around your cock tightening slightly as you cup my breast.

"Don’t stop… Keep going…"

I push my breast into your hand, your fingers tensing and squeezing, tracing over my nipple and circling the sensitive nub through the fabric of my shirt.

Fuck this feels good. I stroke your cock a little faster, and I love the messy, wet sound of the oil as I do. Your hips thrust softly, fucking my hand.

Suddenly, you sit up and face me. Your eyes are dark, wanting, and you take me by the hips and pull me between your legs.

"C’mere…"

I wrap my arms around your neck, my body turning soft and malleable in your arms. Your lips are softer than I imagined, your tongue exploring my mouth eagerly, but not too hard.

It’s exploratory and sensual, and I relish in the way your hands roam up my back, hands gently tugging at my shirt.

"Take this off…"

You cup your hands under my ass and pick me up, turning us and lowering me onto the table in one smooth motion.

Your oiled skin against mine feels amazing, right, and the subtlety scent of your citrus body wash and my massage oil fills my nostrils.

I cup your face in my hands, feeling your fingers trail down the dip between my breasts.

"Not as shy as you seem, hm?"

"Could say the same about you…"

You kiss down my neck, between the swell of my breasts. You run your palms over them, circling your tongue over my nipples.

My body bows, pushing my breasts harder against your face. You flash me a daring grin as you graze your teeth along one of my nipples, and my breath catches.

"Sensitive, huh?"

"Yeah..."

Fuck… fuck, you’re good at this… I grip the sides of the table as you massage and worship my breasts. The oil from your body now on mine.

You take your time to tease each one until I’m trembling…just like you did. Warmth pools in my core, needing more…

"Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"

I shake my head, sliding my hand around the back of your head, pulling you more into my chest.

"More…"

"Yes, ma’am…"

I lie back as you kiss your way down my body, making sure to run your lips over my ribs and down my stomach. You caress down the dip in my waist, down to my hips, and you catch the waistband of my shorts in your teeth.

"You want this…?"

"Uh-huh…"

"So needy already… I should get a post-game massage more often."

"I’m not the type to give out happy endings, you know…"

A smug, knowing grin tugs at your lips, and you hook my legs onto your shoulders.

"Is that right?"

"No. Just for you…"

"I like the sound of that…Having you all to myself…"

You slip your fingers under my waistband, peeling off my shorts and underwear, slipping off my shoes. You flash me a playful, hungry look and hot need courses through me as your eyes wander over my naked body.

"Fuck…"

You look so good, standing there, giving your cock a few quick strokes before you grip my thighs, teasing kisses…closer to my pussy…

"You’re so wet…Tell me if you want me to stop, princess…"

"No. No, please…More…"

You know I don’t want you to stop… but just hearing you say that, knowing anyone could come in at any time and see us…

It’s like we’re both getting off on the thrill of getting caught. That he’s my client, and here I am on the table, his lips barely from my clit.

"That’s what I like to hear…Lie back, princess. Let me take care of you…"

"Ohhh"

I buck my hips into your face, carding my fingers through your hair. Fuck… the way you flick your tongue against my clit feels so good..

You devour me, wrapping your arm around the top of my thigh and pressing your hand gently against my lower belly.

"Ohh you needed this so badly, didn’t you?"

I quiver against your lips, my pussy clenching around nothing. Desperate to be filled.

"Yeah..."

"You’ve been thinking about me, princess? Will you touch yourself thinking about me later?"

Heat rushes to my face. I almost feel embarrassed to admit that yes, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I know I’ll make myself cum thinking about this later.

But it feels too good…here, with you in between my legs. Teasing my clit better than I’ve ever done myself

"Yeah..."

"Then let me give you something to remember…"

Holy fuck, are you giving me what I need… I rock my hips against your mouth, bucking as you slip the tip of your tongue inside me…

Out…and in… then back to my clit… Teasing my lips between your fingers.

It’s like you’re feasting on me and I can’t get enough. My mind is turning into a melting pot of pleasure and need.

I’m completely at your mercy…and I love it… But I want more. I need you. Inside me.

"I need you inside me…"

"Mmm…say it again."

"I need you inside me…now."

You pull away, lifting your wet mouth to look at me. You’re stroking your now rock-hard cock a few times before I wrap my legs around you.

I need this…need you…so badly. I can’t wait another second.

I need you to fuck me.

Your eyes are glassy and filled with need as you pull me to the end of the table, and I wrap my legs around your hips.

We both know we shouldn’t be doing this; but we can’t stop.

I don’t want to stop, and I know you don’t either, so I grip your cock and stroke you a couple of times.

I love how you gasp softly against my lips as I pull you toward me with every stroke.

The confident captain, the shy guy off the court, is a hair’s breadth away from losing all control…just for me…

I roll my hips a little more, legs spread wide so I’m teasing the head of your cock over my clit, then right at my entrance…

"Tell me if you need me to stop, princess…"

"No… More…"

"Ohhh"

You don’t take your eyes off me as you slide inside. You move slowly at first, drawing out to the tip before sinking in a little deeper… Stretching me just that little bit more, gauging every reaction, every time I squeeze around your cock.

"That okay...?"

"Yeah..."

Fuck, you feel amazing. Pleasure pulses through me as you begin to move, your control slipping as you move faster…

"Yeah... more..."

"Oh - Oh my god…yes…"

"I know, I know it’s a lot…But you can take it, can’t you? You can take it…"

"Tell me… Tell me how much you want this cock…"

"I want it…"

You move faster…fucking me…and I reach down, grabbing your ass, guiding you deeper. Fuck, you feel so good.

I try to stay quiet but it’s so fucking hard… You feel too good… I bury my face into your shoulder, but your fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me back to look at you. Your eyes are wild and intense, and in this moment, I don’t fucking care if anyone hears me.

All I want is for you to keep looking at me like that. Like you’re fucking claiming me…like I’m the only person in your life…

"Eyes on me, princess. I want to look at you…"

Ohh my god…

"Yes, Captain…"

"Fuck. Say it again."

"Yes, Captain. Please don’t stop, fuck me… don’t stop fucking me…"

"I won’t stop… I won’t until I feel you cum on this cock…"

The way you look at me…it’s lusty and…something more. Reverent.

Not taking your eyes off mine for a second, even when they glaze over with pleasure as you slam harder into me.

"Ohhh fuck. Yeah…? That feel good? Feeling me stretch you out?"

"Yeah…"

"Yeah? You like this cock stretching that perfect fucking pussy?"

"Ohh, yeah…"

You stiffen, jerking your hips faster as you fumble one of my breasts hungrily into your mouth.

"You’re gorgeous… You’re so fucking gorgeous…"

I cling to you, my nails digging into your back. My legs are trembling…

"Can I cum with you?"

"Yeah? You want to cum with me?"

"Yeah, come on… Come on, shy girl… Let me hear you…"

"Ohh - oh god…fuck…"

You lower me down onto the table, resting your head against my breasts. As we catch our breath, I cradle your head and lazily run my fingers through your hair.

"Whoa…"

"Yeah..."

You nuzzle your head against my breasts, giving them a few sweet kisses. It’s cozy and intimate, how you kiss and caress me.

Like this is completely normal for us. Warmth spreads through me as you hum in pleasure when I run my fingers through your hair.

You prop your chin up on my chest, looking up at me with a flush in your cheeks.

The cute, shy, off-the-court Captain is back.

"Hey um… Do you…Would you like to go to dinner with me? I - I’m not usually a no-strings-attached kind of guy and -"

I wrap my arms around your neck, and you tighten your arms around me, pulling me up with you.

"I’d love to."

"That’s - Oh, that’s good. I really wanted to see you again. Even before…"

"Before you fucked me mid-massage?"

"Yeah. Before that. I’ve always thought you were cute and… I’ve had a huge crush on you since I saw you, but I… Never had the courage to ask."

I melt inside and excitement jolts down my spine.

"Besides… I think you still have some knots that need to be worked out, Captain. After dinner, of course."

Your lips quirk up, and your fingers brush across my jaw, wrapping gently around the back of my neck.

"I look forward to it."