Chapter 55

Becca smiled and bit her lower lip as I pulled away from our kiss. She glanced at Cassidy as she was taking photos of us from close up. “He’s a ridiculously good kisser,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Always has been,” Cassidy said, rubbing my back with one hand. “Best ever.”

“You’re pretty damn good yourself, by the way,” I said to Becca.

She grinned wider, biting the tip of her tongue happily at the compliment. “So now what, Mister Magic Hands?”

“Oh, that should be the collection title,” Cassidy cut in again. “Mr Magic Hands Meets and then whichever girl he’s massaging.”

I made a face. “That sounds more like a porn site than a collection of artsy photos.”

“That just means it’ll gather even more attention,” Becca said. “I like it. We should pitch it to the others.”

“You two are the worst,” I chuckled. I shuffled a little higher, straddling her torso, and positioned Becca’s head to rest on the towel looking straight up. Her arms were still loosely held above her head, leaving her open for me to do anything I wanted. There was a part of me that just wanted to grab her tits, to pull the cups of her bikini aside to see what those pokey nipples looked like.

Instead, I put my thumbs side by side on the centre of her forehead and slowly began massaging. Becca closed her eyes and moaned softly through her pouted lips. Cassidy shifted around, trying to get good angles and avoiding casting a shadow onto us, and even as I could feel Becca oozing in her relaxation as I moved from her forehead to her temples, and then down softly to her cheeks and jaw she was posing. It was subtle, just slight adjustments to thrust out her chin, accenting different angles.

“You are such a pro,” I whispered to her as I worked a pair of fingers along both sides of her jaw. “I can’t stop being impressed by you.”

She blinked her eyes open, looking at me with a somewhat consternated expression for a moment.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“No,” she said and softly shook her head. “No, nothing’s wrong.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She took a deep breath and shook her head again. “Please no. Keep going.”

I ran one hand down over her neck, cupping her chin with the other. It was funny, but I could tell the age difference between Becca and Cassidy, or even girls like Cattie or Leia, by her neck. She wasn’t nearly old enough to be showing her age at the corners of her eyes or mouth like someone in their thirties, but her neck was just a little more corded from her working out to stay fit in her late twenties instead of early/mid.

Softly massaging the front of her throat, I was surprised when Becca growled a little bit in her chest almost like a purr and tilted her chin up further to expose more of her neck for me, then captured my thumb between her lips.