So I'm writing smut now apparently! Big thanks to Nicki- oncertwice for encouraging me to write this story.
I hope you guys like it
Emma had just finished her last massage of the day, and her hands and muscles were tired. She cleaned up the table, taking the sheets off putting them in the spa laundry basket. She went to the small sink and washed her hands, trying to get some of the oil off.
When she came out of the room, she walked to the reception desk, wanting to know what her appointments for the next day would be.
"Hey, Mary Margaret." Emma greeted as she approached the shorthaired brunette.
"Hey, Emma, are you finished for the day?" Asked the receptionist as Emma dropped her arms crossed on the desk as she leaned into it.
"Yeah, I wanted to know what were my appointments for tomorrow."
Mary Margaret opened the application needed on the computer and searched for tomorrow's date.
"Tomorrow you are booked all day, and you have two couples' massages." Emma exhaled, completely exhausted. She really needed tomorrow to be over so she could enjoy her days off afterwards.
"Who am I doing the couples' massage with?" The brunette pushed her head towards the screen squinting her eyes slightly as she was searching the name of the other massage therapist.
"Killian," She answered and Emma eyes widened at the mention of his name.
"No, no, no! Can't you ask Ruby to do it instead of him?" Emma pleaded.
"Sorry, I can't, Ruby's not working tomorrow, and Killian's the only one available for it." She answered her with an apologetic smile.
"Ugh… fine."
"Why don't you want to do it with him? I mean, he's sweet, and he's pretty hot."
Emma shot a surprised look at her friend. "Are you saying that you find another man besides your husband attractive?" She teased.
"Yes, I'm allowed, and don't try to change the subject." She warned Emma.
"Fine, it's just—I don't know, every time we do couples' massages together I feel uncomfortable and I find myself getting distracted and doing a sloppy job."
"You mean you get nervous because he makes you hot and bothered." Mary Margaret stated with a knowing smile.
Emma blushed at her comment and looked back at her friend, outraged.
"I do not!" She said, trying to hide the fact that her friend was right about the way he made her feel.
"Pleeaase, you aren't fooling anyone Emma. You should look at yourself when he walks into a room. And you should see him when he sees you, I can say in all certainty that it isn't one-sided."
Emma shook her head, not wanting to hear what Mary Margaret had to say. "Whatever, I'm going to go change. See you tomorrow."
Emma arrived at the same time as usual and went directly towards the locker room.
She opened the door leading up to it, and stopped when she arrived in front of her locker. She opened the padlock and then the gray metal door, taking her white scrubs out, and started disrobing herself, staying only in her bra and panties.
She usually arrived pretty early at work so she didn't bother to go into one of the changing cabins to put on her uniform.
The door opened as Emma was putting her pants on; she turned her head around to look at the person entering.
Killian sauntered in, overwhelming her with the sight of him. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a pleated shirt with his leather jacket, his hair a mess, as usual.
Emma was internally baptising it his sex hair, since she had many times thought of running her hands in his dark hair during some more enjoyable activities.
Emma felt herself blush at that thought and chastised herself for letting her mind go to that place.
"Hello, Swan, that's a pretty sight to start the day with." He told her with his usual smirk, his blue eyes roaming the top of her body. Emma looked down and realised that she was still not wearing her shirt, and that she was wearing her bra only.
Her cheeks went from pink to hot red. She took her shirt in haste trying to cover her chest quickly.
"Good morning, Jones." She greeted him as she finished putting her clothes on and leaving the locker room.
Her first three massages of the day went by smoothly as she was able to get her dark-haired co-worker off of her thoughts.
She had almost forgotten that she was doing couples' massages with him until she entered the room and saw Killian preparing his table. He lifted his head and smiled at her. Just when he was about to say something the door opened again and the couple came in wearing white robes. They both greeted them.
The woman went towards Emma; she grabbed a big white sheet to cover the woman as she took off her robe. Killian was doing the same on his side with the man. When the couple was finally lying on their stomachs, they both started their massage.
Emma tried to concentrate and forget that he was in the room. She tried as long as she could, but her eyes couldn't stop glancing at him, watching his strong hands work, his muscles flex each time he added pressure, his face concentrated on his work, brows furrowed and his mouth set in a thin serious line.
She rubbed her thighs together when her mind starting wondering what those hands could do on her.
Killian lifted his gaze from his work and looked at her. She was caught gawking at him, and the bastard knew and decided to wink at her, which made her want to hide.
She finished her massage with no further incidents as she glued her eyes to the muscles she was trying to soothe. When they finished, she cleaned the table as fast as she could, trying to avoid him.
She successfully avoided him for the rest of the day, and she was now dreading her last massage, since it was another couples' massage with Killian. She felt herself tense up, and decided that she also would be in great need of getting rid of the tension she was carrying in her shoulders.
Emma went to the reception desk, since she still had time before her last appointment.
"Hey, Mary Margaret, I was wondering if there was a time slot available tomorrow so I could get a massage. I really need one." She asked as her left hand was massaging her right shoulder.
"Yes, there is: tomorrow at 6:30 p.m." She confirmed.
"Okay, great." Emma was about to walk towards the hallway for her last appointment when Mary Margaret's voice interrupted her steps.
"By the way, Emma, your last massage today got cancelled. You can go home."
Emma let out a huge sigh of relief at hearing this news. She still hurried herself up to get changed, not wanting to bump into him.
Emma arrived at the spa on her day off at 6 p.m. and directly went to the changing room reserved for the customers, since today she was one.
She exchanged all of her clothes for a white robe and a pair of flip-flops. She went to the reception where Tink, the other receptionist, told her to go to room 6 at the far end of the hallway.
She sauntered towards the room and opened the door. Her jaw dropped when she saw who her massage therapist was going to be.
"Fancy seeing you here on your day off, Swan." He told her with a smile.
"Hi, Killian." She greeted him as she avoided looking directly at him.
"So, you're my last appointment of day, that's great news." He said as he grabbed the big white sheet as he waited for her next to his table.
Emma inhaled deeply before walking towards the table. When she reached him, she turned her back to him as he lifted the sheet up so she would be covered while she took off her robe. When she was naked, she climbed on top of the table and positioned herself on her stomach, resting her head on the hole at the top of the table, Killian still covering her naked form.
"Is there a place you want me to pay a special attention to?" He asked in a husky voice.
She couldn't see him, and could only hear the sound of his voice, which already did some wicked things to her lower body. This was going to be hell, she thought.
"My shoulders and lower back have been aching lately." She responded after clearing her throat.
"Okay, I'll see what I can do." He told her as he took two pieces of cloth and placed them under each shoulder so her back could straighten and her muscles could relax.
Her body was covered from shoulder to toe with the sheet, as he started to wander his hands over it, applying a gentle pressure. His hands than went to take the sheet at her shoulders and lowered it down and dropped it on her buttocks, leaving her back bare to him.
Emma heard the small click from the small bottle of oil and than heard his hands rubbing together as he was spreading the oil over his palms. When his hands touched her skin, Emma felt her body burn from his touch. And he hadn't even started massaging her.
His hands started to wander across her back, slowly adding more pressure as he warmed her muscles, getting them ready for untying the knots. When her muscles were warm enough for him to work on, he started to press harder, pinning her into the table.
Every time he had to apply some more pressure she could hear his breathing getting stronger and could hear some stifled grunts as he worked. Emma felt her lower abdomen simmering with lust, her core desperately seeking attention.
When he finished with her back he moved on to her legs, doing the same routine. After both her legs got the attention they needed, he lifted the sheet to cover her.
"Turn over to your back." He said in a very low voice.
She did as he asked and turned around. He started working on her feet, his hands gradually going up. When his hands were on each of her thigh, Emma felt herself tense up. He was so near to where she wanted him. Killian might have sensed her muscles clench slightly because his hands stopped all of sudden.
After a couple of seconds, his hands started to wander experimentally under the cover, his hands going up until he stroked her hips, slowly moving them under her belly button.
Emma's breathing itched when his hands were so close, and when his hands wandered back at the top of her thighs; she couldn't stop the whimper that left her mouth.
She could hear him panting slightly, as his hands caressed her inner thigh his thumbs brushing her center lightly. Emma moaned at the contact, encouraging him to keep touching her, which he did.
His fingers stroked her folds, parting them as she felt him spreading her wetness all over her core as she parted her legs.
"Fuck, you're so wet." His voice sounded completely wrecked. "Have you been wanting this for some time, Emma?" He asked her as he started to push one if his fingers in and out of her in a slow torturing pace.
When Emma didn't answer, he stopped and Emma whimpered again and opened her eyes to look at him.
"Yes, I have, please don't stop." She asked desperately.
"As you wish." He answered with a smirk and he added another finger as he started to pick the pace, Emma's moans echoing in the room as he stretched her with his fingers.
His mouth started to leave a trail of kisses on one of her legs, his free hand grabbing one of her thighs. His mouth went up and up, until it joined his fingers. He started to suck lightly on her clit, the action making her back arch and both her hands tug on his hair.
She felt her orgasm approach hard and fast, and when she came she had to cover her mouth with one of her hands to keep herself from screaming.
Killian took his fingers out of her and started to lap on her folds, licking away any traces of her release.
When she came back from her high, she looked back at Killian who had taken his white shirt off exposing his chest, which was covered with hair.
Her eyes followed the trail of his chest hair, traveling down, under his white pants and Emma could see his strained cock under his pants and she licked her lips in anticipation.
When he dropped his pants down to his ankles, his cock sprang out of its confines. He grabbed the sheet still covering the top of her body, and tossed it at the other side of the room, placing his hands under her knees and pulled her toward him in one swift movement taking her by surprise.
He rolled his hips slightly on her, coating his cock with her arousal, his hands gripping her hips tightly, as he started sucking on her nipple. When his mouth switched to her other breath, Emma was getting more and more desperate for friction and started to push her lower body into his, wanting more. They both moaned when the tip of his cock pushed inside of her. He stilled his movements and his ministrations for a moment trying to regain some control. He leaned his forehead on hers, nose brushing, as they were both panting.
Emma grabbed his head with both her hands and crashed his lips on hers, tasting herself on him. They continued kissing each other greedily as he started to push his hips forward, stretching her inch by inch. When he was fully inside her, Emma broke the kiss and let out a string of curses.
"Fuck, you're so big. It feels so fucking good." She said, breathless. She could feel him grin on top of her even tough she couldn't see him.
"You like that?" He asked as he pulled out almost completely before pushing back in in one forceful thrust, making the table move slightly and which also took her breath away as she answered him .
"Yes! Oh God yes, I love it, don't stop."
He complied to her demand and started take her hard and fast. Emma felt her second release approaching fast, and took her by surprise when she moaned loudly before it was muffled with Killian's mouth on hers.
After recovering from her second orgasm she lifted her upper body up, supporting herself with her arms, as she started to roll her hips down, meeting Killian's thrust hitting the right spot each time, making them both lean their heads back as they were overwhelmed by the sensation of being joined together.
The room was silent except for their grunts and moans, and the sound of flesh on flesh. The sound of them turning them both on. Their thrusts starting to get sloppy and erratic as both their releases started to build, threatening to explode at any moment.
Emma felt her walls clench uncontrollably as she came for the third time, lowering her head to his shoulder as she bit the flesh there to stifle her moans. Killian orgasm followed seconds later as he groaned loudly into the crook of her neck.
Both of their bodies went limp feeling the aftershock of their release. Emma laid back on the table, Killian's upper body on her, head pressed on her chest, as her hands played with his hair.
When Killian managed to hold his upper body up with his arms, he looked at Emma with one if his usual smirks.
"I can't wait for you to massage me." He told her with a wink, Emma smiled lazily at him as she hit him on his chest, and they both started laughing.