Boy, 21: Love and Lust

Chapter 49: Masseur de poitrine -Pt 2 (18+)

Lana’s towel remained discardedon the floor, leaving her completely naked. She stretched her arms on the massage bed, arching her back slightly to present herself to Joren.

"Go all out," she murmured. Her face turned toward him, eyes half-lidded. "Don’t hold back. Give it everything you’ve got."Her blonde hair fannned out across the bed, catching the room’s light.

Joren rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking to hers.

"Uhh... okay," he said, voice low. He stepped closer, hands hovering uncertainly. "You asked for it."

Lana immediately let out a pleased hum as his fingers pressed into her back. She arched under his touch, her skin warming noticeably.

Joren let his thumbs glide along the curve of her spine, feeling the heat rise beneath his hands. He leaned in slightly, voice low.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked, his breath brushing her shoulder.

Lana’s lips curled into a sultry smile. "You’re getting there," she murmured, eyes half-lidded. "Don’t stop."

Her back arched further as Joren worked his way up her back. He could feel her muscles loosening under his hands, the tension melting away.

"This is exactly what I needed," she sighed, her words rich with appreciation. "I’ve been dying for this, seriously."

Joren fingers traced along the smooth curve of her lower back, thumbs pressing into the dimples just above her ass. Her breathing hitched as his touch wandered lower, following the path of her spine. She squirmed slightly, her hips shifting beneath the bed.

"That’s... very thorough," she murmured, a slight tremor threading through her words. Her fingers clutched at the sheets as his hands worked over her firm muscles.

"You asked for it, didn’t you?" Joren said, his voice a low hum. His hands moved with confidence, his arousal spiked.

Lana inhaled sharply as he knead the soft flesh of her ass. She pushed back into his touch, a low, appreciative sound escaping her.

"That’s... that’s it," she breathed, words thick with pleasure. Her fingers twisting in the sheets as he worked his way down her backside, thumbs pressing into the smooth skin.

"God, Joren," she moaned, her hips rocking subtly against the massage bed. The movement pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly, offering him better access.

His hand crept lower, spreading her ass, and his fingers slid in between her valley to circle the tight ring of her asshole.

A sharp gasp escaped her as Joren’s fingers spread her open, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing into his touch.

She began rolling her hips lightly as he knead the tiny hole between her buttocks. Her face pressed into the bed, fingers clutching the sheets with white-knuckled intensity.

"Joren... oh God," she breathed, the words muffled against the fabric. Her back arched slightly, pushing her ass more firmly into his hands. Her skin here was impossibly soft, yielding to his touch even as he pressed deeper.

Lana’s breathing came in short, sharp bursts, her entire body quivering as Joren worked his fingers closer to her entrance.

"That’s... that’s so good." She moaned.

Her hand found his erection beneath his towel with practiced ease, her fingers wrapping around him with just the right amount of pressure.

Joren moaned deeply as she stroked him, his free hand moving to undo his towel and free his erection before continuing down her body.

Her grip tightened slightly as his fingers explored her more intimately, her back arching further.

"Fuck," she breathed, her voice strained. "You feel so... so hard."

Her hips rocked slightly, rolling against the mattress as Joren’s fingers pushed against her entrance. Lana’s grip on his cock faltered for a moment as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her hand recovers quickly, adjusting its hold to match the rhythm of his hands on her ass.

"Don’t stop," she murmured, her words thick with need.

Joren didn’t reply. Not with his mouth.

His fingers slid through her slickness, teasing at her entrance before pressing inside. Lana inhaled sharply, her entire body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers. Her inner walls fluttered around him, tight and pulsing.

"Oh... oh God," she moaned,

her grip on Joren cock tightening instinctively. She pumped her hand along his length, matching the pace of his fingers moving inside her. The movement of her hips became more pronounced, rolling back against his fingers. A soft, needy whine escaped her as she picked up speed.

"You’re... you’re so good at this," she breathed, her words breaking. "I... I need you deeper."

Lana pulled his hand away with a soft whimper, rolling onto her back with fluid grace. She spread her legs, her blue eyes burning with raw hunger as she stared up at Joren with such desire that made his cock twitch. Her nails dug into the sheets as she positioned herself, her hips lifting slightly to give him better access.

"That’s better," she purred, her voice thick with need. "I want to see you... want to watch your face when I come."

Her hands slid down her stomach, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before coming to rest on her inner thighs to spread her swollen folds. Her legs parted wider, exposing herself completely to Joren’s lustful gaze.

The warm lighting of the room made her slick folds glisten as Lana spread herself for Joren, her breathing already uneven. One hand drifted up to play with her rosy nipple, rolling it between her fingers as she waited for Joren to make a move.

But he doesn’t.

He just stared, a bit dazed, his erection bulging with excitement.

"You like seeing me like this, don’t you?" she murmured, a lustful spreading across her face. "Does this turn you on? Watching me spread wide open, dripping for you?" Her hips rolled slightly, making her pussy lips glisten more.

Joren took a step closer to admire her wet folds. He had never seen her this wet before. Her scent was rich and musky, laced with the kind of need that made him want to fuck her senseless.

His hands moved, tracing the skin just above her swollen pussy lips, his voice breathless. "I’ve never seen you this wet before."

She moaned again as his hand made contact with her skin, the sound dripping with desire as she spread herself wider with both hands. "Touch me, Joren. Please."

Joren’s hand slid lower, fingertips barely grazing her cunt, and Lana arched her back with a sharp gasp, her entire body tensing. The simple contact sent intense pleasure through her, her inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate for more.

"God, yes," she breathed, her blue eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again to watch his face. Her hips jerked upward, trying to push herself against his hand, her needy whines growing more insistent.

"More," she demanded, voice quivering. "Finger me properly, Joren. Don’t tease me like this." She grabbed his wrist and guided his hand back to her, pressing two fingers inside without warning.

Joren’s fingers sink into her warm, slick depths, and Lana’s back arched off the bed with a loud, shuddering moan. Her pussy clenched around him, rippling with intense waves as she threw her head back.

"Y-Yes! Just like that," she gasped, her hips rolling in time with his movements. Her inner walls fluttered around his fingers as he bgan thrusting them in and out, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. One hand gripped the sheets, the other moving to her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple as she watched him with half-lidded eyes.

Joren’s eyes met hers, and his words came out almost ragged.

"You’re so tight."

"Yeah," she agreed "I’m so tight for you.", her voice husky and dripping with need.

Her hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against his hand as she rode his fingers with increasing intensity.

"Because I want you so much. Only you, Joren."

She reached down with her free hand, her nails lightly scraping against his wrist as she guided his movements. "Deeper," she demanded. "Fuck me deeper."

Joren complied, picking up the pace and fucking her her hard with his fingers.

Her entire body tensed, her fingers digging into his wrist with enough force to leave faint red marks. Her moans escalated into high-pitched whimpers as his fingers thrusted harder, faster, each movement driving her closer to the edge. Her back arched off the bed, breasts bouncing slightly as she gasped for breath.

"Yes! Faster! Just like that!" she cried out, her free hand clutching at the sheets. Her thighs trembled around his hand, slick with her arousal as her pussy clenched around him. The walls of her sex fluttered rhythmically, tightening and loosening in quick succession as pleasure built.

’Oh God, I’m so close," Lana gasped, her voice thick with desperate need. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, her pussy clamping down hard around Joren as her orgasm approached.

"I need you," she moaned, her nails scraping against Joren’s skin as she pulled him closer. "Please, don’t stop. I’m almost there."

Her entire body tensed, muscles straining as she went over the edge.

"Joren!"

Her back arched violently, pressing her breasts forward as a strangled cry tore from her throat. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers, wetness gushing as she came hard and fast, her walls clamping down in rhythmic spasms.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" she screamed, her voice breaking with ecstasy. Her thighs squeezed Joren’s hand tight, her whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. Her nails dug into his wrist as she clung to him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Oh God, oh God, oh God."

Her eyes fluttered shut as the last waves of pleasure faded, leaving her panting and spent. She collapsed onto the massage bed, her hair fanning out around her as her chest heaved. She turned her head to look at Joren, her lips parted, a dreamy expression softening her usually sharp features.

"Wow,"

she panted, breathless. "You’re really good with your hands, Joren."

But Joren wasn’t listening to her.

His hand was already on his member, stroking it slowly to keep it hard.

"My turn," he said, guiding the stiff rod to her mouth, the precum that had gathered there smearing all over her lips.

A soft moan left Lana as his rod pressed against her lips. Her tongue darted out instinctively, licking up all the precum.

"Your turn?" She breathed.

"Fine then, get on the bed."