The Massage (part 1)

The jar of massage oil slipped from Steve’s grip and rolled under the bed, leaving a faint glistening trail on the hardwood floor. He didn’t bother picking it up—there were more important things to focus on now.

Taz lay on the mattress in nothing but a black singlet and underwear, her cheeks flushed as she watched Steve pace near the doorway. "You’re acting weird," she said, propping herself up on her elbows. The bed creaked under her shifting weight. "What’s the surprise?"

Steve paused, running a hand through his hair before flashing her a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Just gotta grab something real quick," he said, already backing toward the hall. "Forgot the bins. Two minutes."

The front door clicked shut behind him, leaving Taz alone in the dim room. She exhaled, letting her head fall back against the pillows, fingertips tracing idle circles over her stomach. The oil was warm where it had spilled on her thigh.

When the door opened again, it wasn’t Steve who stepped inside. A blond stranger lingered in the threshold, his silhouette framed by the hallway light. Taz sat bolt upright, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Uh—hi?"

"Tim," he said, as if that explained everything. He kicked the door shut with his heel, and the latch sounded louder than it should have.

Tim's blue eyes flicked down to the oil stain on Taz's thigh, then back up to her face with a slow, knowing smile. "Steve said you needed rubs," he murmured, stepping closer. The mattress dipped under his knee as he climbed onto the bed, the scent of his cologne cutting through the musk of spilled oil.

Taz's pulse hammered in her throat, but she didn't pull away when Tim's fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear. "Wait—what did Steve *say* to you?" she breathed, but Tim just shushed her with a thumb brushing her lower lip.

"Nothing complicated," he said, and then his mouth was on hers, swallowing her gasp as he peeled the fabric down her hips. His palm slid between her legs before she could process the cold air on her bare skin, fingertips finding her clit with practiced precision. A whine tore from her throat—she hadn't realized how wet she already was.

Tim slowly removed her underwear with his other hand while continuing to massage her. Suddenly an orgasm hit like a snapped rubber band, her back arching off the bed as Tim chuckled against her neck. "One down," he muttered, giving her no time to recover before flipping her onto her hands and knees.

The oil bottle gleamed from the nightstand when he reached for it, and Taz shuddered as the first slick drizzle traced her spine as Tim drizzled a little on his fully erect penis.

His penis pressed against her vagina’s opening, and before she could catch her breath, he entered her. It was thick enough to make her thighs tremble. "Do you want me to continue?" Tim growled, hands gripping her hips as he pushed out and in. The stretch burned deliciously, and Taz moaned into the sheets, her fingers twisting in the fabric. She simply nodded with her head down in the pillow.

The rhythm started slow, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin, but Tim's breathing grew ragged fast. "Fuck—gonna fill you up already," he gritted out, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt. Taz felt the throbbing inside her, her own climax rippling through her in waves as his cum shot into her.

The bedroom door creaked open. Steve leaned against the frame, eyes dark as he took in the mess of oil and sweat and cum. "Enjoying yourself Taz?" he asked in a cheeky tone. Taz could only nod, still shuddering through aftershocks as Tim pulled out with a lewd pop.

"I’m not done yet," Tim panted, flopping beside her. Steve's belt buckle clinked as he approached, his gaze locked on Taz's glistening vagina. "Did you cum yet Tim" Steve asked, palming himself through his jeans. “I’m edging as many times as you need and can cum again if you’ll let me”. Steve nodded.

Tim moved Taz onto her back. Taz didn't hesitate. She straddled Tim's hips, gasping as his cock slid back into her with ease, now slick with their mixed fluids. Tim moved her legs upward and groaned when he started moving, his hand working his own length in time with her bounces. He increased pace with his hands gripping her waist and Taz came again with a sob, clenching around Tim as he emptied his full orgasm into her with an even bigger torren once more.

Steve wasn't far away. In the midst of the madness Steve had removed his pants and underwear and was fully erect. he moved over to Taz still with Tim inside and asked Taz “Could you please give me a hand while he’s still inside you beautiful” — within 30 seconds Steve’s cum striped her stomach in hot spurts, his knees buckling as he gripped the footboard.

The room smelled like sex and salt and the faintest hint of the lavender oil still drying on the sheets.

Tim exhaled sharply and collapsed beside Taz, her hair stuck to her forehead. "Still want those rubs?" Tim asked, trailing a sticky finger down her arm. Steve barked a laugh from the other side of Taz, already reaching for a new towel.

"Think we're past that," Taz mumbled, but she was smiling.

Tim was the first to move, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before sliding off the bed. "Shower?" he asked, nodding toward the ensuite.

Steve hummed, thumb tracing idle circles on Taz’s hip. "You go ahead."

The bathroom door clicked shut. Water hissed through pipes. And Taz—still sprawled across Steve’s chest, their sweat cooling in the AC’s draft—found her voice at last.

"So," she said, tracing the bite mark on his collarbone. "Bins, huh?"

Steve’s laugh shook through her. "Worth it."