The Lust Boat (7 page)

“Candace, my dear,” Thor crooned. “If you will turn to your stomach now I will show Ryan how to touch your back.” With Thor’s help, she managed a reasonably smooth flip. Somewhere along the way, Thor took her wrap so she lay face down wearing nothing but the tiny silk panty. This time, Thor started with her neck and shoulders, demonstrating how to ease the tension there. Ryan’s fingers kneaded and stroked under Thor’s guidance. Candace relaxed and savored the pampering.

The pair slowly worked down her arms and massaged her hands, returning to her shoulders and sliding down her back. Inch by inch, Ryan’s hands awakened Candace to sensations and erogenous zones she didn’t know she had. It was disconcerting to feel so relaxed, yet be so aroused at the same time.

Thor’s voice continued to issue instructions that Ryan’s hands followed. Candace drifted in a sensual haze, completely under the spell spun by the two men working in tandem. Ryan’s palms rested on her hips and she had the urge to lift her hips into his touch. Thor spoke. “Ryan is going to slide your panties down, Candace. Do not panic. Slide your thumbs under the cloth, Ryan, and pull them down to her thighs.”

Ryan did as Thor commanded. Cool silk slid over her buttocks, followed by the heat from Ryan’s thumbs. “That is better.” Hands kneaded the twin globes. Thor’s hands. She recognized his touch now. “A woman’s ass is wonderfully sensitive,” he drawled. “You will want to spend much time here.” Cool air brushed warm skin as Thor spread her cheeks. “Ah yes, you should not neglect the hidden treasures.”

Candace squealed and clamped her cheeks tight as Thor pressed his thumb against the tight bud of her anus. Oh God. Her hands came up to fist in the linen sheet under her. “Yes, this is a very sensitive area,” Thor said. “Here Ryan, this oil will ease your way and heighten her experience.” She squeezed her eyes shut. A plastic lid snapped open and the telltale squirt sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room. The faint scent of roses wafted to her nostrils.

“Relax, Candace.” Thor’s hands kneaded and coaxed her cheeks open again. Her breath came in short, useless gasps. Embarrassment warred with arousal. She wanted to clamp her cheeks tight and refuse Ryan’s touch, and at the same time, she buried her face against the sheet and willed her bottom to relax and give him access. She could stop him. The code word flashed through her brain. He would stop if she uttered the words. She knew he would. As quick as the thought came, she dismissed it. She wanted this, wanted Ryan’s touch, wanted to experience this with him. She trusted him not to hurt her.

“That is better, Candace. Ryan, massage gently, applying pressure as you go.” Ryan’s thumb touched her. Her butt clenched around his finger and he laid his other hand against her rounded cheek. The contact reassured her and she relaxed again. “Good. Now, slow and steady.” Ryan’s thumb circled and pressed. The warm oil contained something that helped relax the tight muscles. “You will know when the time is right. You will feel her open to you. See how she responds to you? When she is ready, you may enter. Take your time, Ryan.”

Her head swam from lack of oxygen and the incredible sensation of Ryan’s thumb circling her anus, softening the muscles, pressing his way in one miniscule increment at a time. She forced herself to breath. It wouldn’t do to pass out and miss this. Moisture flooded her pussy. She’d never been so aroused in her life. “You are magnificent, Candace. Relax again, Ryan is almost in.”

Oh heavens. Panic and embarrassment were trumped by arousal. She’d thought she was relaxed, but she concentrated on her hips, and willed them to relax more. “There, that is much better. Anytime now, Ryan. Dip your thumb in her juices.” Ryan’s thumb slid down and back up. Hot moisture coated the short distance. “Yes, that’s it,” Thor said. Candace felt Thor’s hands on her butt, gentle but firm, holding her still. “Candace is ready when you are, Ryan.” As if saying it made it so.

Her breath, what there was of it, caught in her lungs, as Ryan pressed harder. The tight muscles gave way. Time stood still. No one moved. In the stillness, she heard Ryan breathing and she let out the breath she’d been holding, and willed her lungs to bring in more. In. Out. Oxygen cleared her brain.

“Good, good. Candace, you are magnificent. Now Ryan, you are free to make love to her. Just a little today,” he cautioned. “As you practice it will become more natural to you both.”

Ryan pulled his thumb out and pushed back in, his movements slow and gentle. Thor lifted his hands and Ryan took over, holding her in place, his thumb embedded to the hilt. With each stroke he became more confident, rotating and wiggling inside her. Every movement brought more sensation. Candace relaxed and focused everything on remembering to breathe and the feel of Ryan’s thumb stroking her anus.

How was it possible to feel so weak and so aroused at the same time? Every muscle in her body had gone limp; she had no will to move. She’d surrendered everything to Ryan, trusted him more than she’d ever trusted anyone before. She’d known him less than twenty-four hours and she’d let him play with her ass. Ryan drew his thumb all the way out and pressed it back in past the tight barrier. Candace bucked her hips at the same time, driving him deeper.

“Christ, Candace, I have to stop.” Ryan’s hands stilled her movements and he dropped his forehead to the small of her back and placed a lingering kiss there, before turning his head and laying it against her. She felt his breath on her buttocks, knew his face lay inches from the spot where they were connected. Was it her imagination, or could she feel his rapid heartbeat in the thumb embedded deep inside her? “I can’t take much more of this, sweetheart.”

Candace drew in a breath. “I know. I don’t think I can continue right now.”

“Beautiful, simply beautiful,” Thor whispered. “You two are such a joy to teach. We will move on now. Ryan, it is your turn.”

* * * *

Oh hell. Ryan pulled his thumb out of Candace’s sweet channel and treated her ass hole with the special cream Thor provided as he explained how to take care of the tight muscles so she wouldn’t be sore. Ryan walked through the procedure like a robot, following Thor’s instructions, but unable to truly comprehend his actions. His cock had been hard since the minute he’d first seen Candace that morning, and once he’d touched her, he’d gone from wood to steel. If he’d known how far this massage class would go, he never would have encouraged Candace to come, but he’d never regret it, as long as she didn’t.

He applied the cream to the tight little rosebud and pressed her cheeks back together. Her arousal overrode the light scent of the cream. His engorged cock throbbed with every heartbeat. He had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming when it bobbed against the edge of the table. He wanted to cradle it in his hands and do what was necessary to relieve the pressure. Instead, he’d made it worse by continuing to follow Thor’s directions.

Candace had put up little or no resistance to the butt play, which surprised him. Once he’d realized she was going to let him enter her, he’d wanted to send Thor away, climb over her, and shove his shaft in, but something inside told him she wasn’t ready for a granite pole up her ass. He needed to ease her into it. She’d responded to Thor’s gentle guidance. That had been a surprise too. He was certain Candace would balk at the idea of Thor touching her, hell; Ryan had balked at Thor touching her. For the first few minutes, he’d wanted to murder the man, but Candace had responded well, and because of that, Ryan had been allowed to do what he had been dying to do-- touch her.

He held the round globes of her ass a little too long. Thor hurried him along. “That is good, Ryan. Candace will not be too sore now, I assure you, but you will want to let that sweet ass of hers rest for a day or so before you enter her again. I will send some oils and creams with you for later.” Later. Would she let him do that, or more, to her later? God, he hoped so. If she said no, he thought he might be man overboard. He needed her as desperately as he needed air and water. “Now Ryan, if you will change places with Candace, I will show her how to pleasure you.”

“I, uh, I don’t know if I can stand to…you know…let her touch me.”

“Ah, I see. You feel you may be too close to orgasm already. We can fix this.”

Thor opened a wall cabinet, closed it, and opened another, before he found what he was looking for. “Here.” He handed Ryan a small packet. “Put this on, it will help you hold off your orgasm. We can’t have you finishing before your lovely lady.”

Ryan tore open the packet and slid the cock ring over the distended head of his shaft and down to the base. He gritted his teeth against the need to rut against something, anything, until he found relief. When the ring settled around the base, Thor helped him to lie on the table on his back. “We will begin with your feet, as we did with Candace. I think you will find this arousing.”

“If I get anymore aroused I’m going to have a heart attack,” Ryan said, only half joking. If it was possible to die of sexual need, then death was imminent. Now Thor expected him to stay still while Candace touched him the way he’d touched her? Impossible. He hadn’t fucked a woman in months. His self-control wasn’t good enough to make it through the massage without coming.

“I think you can do it, Ryan.” He took one foot in hand, as he had with Candace. “Concentrate on Candace’s hands, not on your cock.” Candace took his other foot and began to apply pressure as Thor demonstrated. Ryan squeezed his eyes tight and brought all his energy to bear on the soles of his feet. Maybe if he concentrated on Thor’s hands, instead of Candace’s, he might survive this. Then again, maybe not.

No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on something else, Candace drew him back like a stray puppy to a sidewalk café. Her scent drew him, more so when she was aroused as she was right now. Now that he knew the feel of her skin, he struggled to keep his hands off her. She was close enough to touch. If he reached out… She’d slipped the towel around her again and he had to be grateful for that. Thor was a professional, but he’d seen more than enough of Candace. The only thing that had kept Ryan from killing Thor was that she didn’t respond to Thor’s touch the way she did to his. If she’d shown anything but curiosity and nerves when Thor massaged her foot, the session wouldn’t have gone a minute longer.

Candace moved her hands along his legs, seeking out the sensitive spots as Thor instructed. Ryan clenched his jaw.

“Relax, Ryan. Candace isn’t strong enough to massage you when your thighs are so tense.” With effort, Ryan let his legs relax, reaching down to adjust his balls as he did so. His cock jutted out at full mast, throbbing with every heartbeat, straining for release. Candace slid both hands along his thigh. Her touch firm, but whisper soft, sent cymbals crashing through his head. His brain shut down. His body became a mass of need, sharp and urgent.

Thor continued to issue instructions and Candace carried them out with amazing skill. Thor’s hands on the towel wrapped around Ryan’s waist sent a signal to his brain. This had to stop. Ryan jerked upright, pushed Thor’s hands away, and adjusted his cock again. “No.” Ryan twisted to sit on the side of the table, facing Candace. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m sorry Candace, but if you touch me the way Thor here,” Ryan jerked his head in the direction of the
masseur
, “wants you to, I’m going to explode.” He shifted again, trying to relieve the pain. Candace’s eyes dropped to his lap and the massive erection tenting the towel.

“I’m sorry. We’ll stop.” Her voice laced with concern. That she didn’t try to jump him, told him how different she was from the usual passengers.

“I don’t want to stop, but if you touch me there,” he motioned to his groin, “I’ll come, and if I’m going to, I don’t want it to be this way.” Christ, he sounded like a virgin. There, he’d actually said there, instead of something crude, or even anatomically correct.
There
, still hurt like a son of a gun, and the ring around the base wasn’t helping much. “I’ve got to take this ring off, or it’s never going to go down.” Ryan started to scoot off the table so he could turn his back and remove the ring without shocking Candace, but she put a her hands on his thighs, anchoring him to the spot.

“Thor, can you leave us alone for a few minutes?” she asked. Thor smiled and slipped out of the room. “Let me,” she said, her eyes meeting Ryan’s for the first time in the conversation.

Ryan’s shoulders slumped, and he braced himself upright with his hands on the table’s edge. “I’m not kidding, Candace. If you touch me, I’ll come. My cock is primed and ready. If it can’t have your pussy, or your ass, it will take whatever it can get.” He’d tried being nice and now he chose his words hoping to shock her into letting him find a way to not fuck her brains out, or shoot his wad in her face.

“I want to see you, touch you. If you come, then you do. I’m not that naïve, Ryan; I’ve seen a man come before.” Her hands slid up his thighs and underneath the towel wrapped around his waist. He sucked in a breath as her fingertips came dangerously close to his balls resting on top of his thighs.

“Who? Who touched you?” Christ, his brain must be oxygen deprived if he was asking her about her lovers. He didn’t really want to know who she’d let touch her. The thought of anyone else making love to Candace made his blood boil and his cock twitch. She was his now. No one else would touch her, unless of course, she wanted to try the ménage thing, and he might find a way to deal with that if she really wanted to.