Taking Him Off Her Hands

Adira pulls Octavia aside in the break room, her cheeks flushing a bit. 'Girl, I gotta level with you. That regular, Seth Gamble? He's got me all twisted up inside. Feels wrong massaging him when I'm this attracted. Ethics, you know?' Octavia raises an eyebrow, smirking. 'So, what, you want me to take over? I'm all about the ladies, no chance I'd catch feels for some dude.' Adira nods quick. 'Exactly! You're perfect for it. Please?' Octavia shrugs with a grin. 'Sure, why not? I'll handle him.' She saunters off to the massage room, feeling cocky about the easy swap. Inside, Seth's already there, draped in a towel on the table, looking relaxed. Octavia slips in, her voice smooth. 'Hey, Seth. Adira's tied up today, so you're stuck with me. Hope that's cool.' He nods, chill as ever. But as he drops the towel and stretches out naked, damn, his body's got that ripped, inviting look—broad shoulders, tight abs, and yeah, a cock that hangs heavy and promising. Octavia's pulse kicks up. She's supposed to be all pro, but curiosity nips at her. What's it like with a guy like him? She grabs the Nuru gel, slick and warm, slathering it over his back. Her hands glide in slow, teasing circles, pressing into his muscles with that slippery friction that always amps things up. Seth groans low, loving it. Octavia's breaths come shorter now, her nipples hardening under her top as she straddles his thighs, her own heat building against him. The gel makes everything so damn intimate—her breasts brushing his skin, her fingers tracing down to his ass, kneading deep. She's wet, thighs clenching, mind racing with naughty what-ifs she never expected. Can't fight it anymore. She leans in, her lips grazing his ear. 'Fuck, Seth, you're turning me on bad.' He twists his head, eyes lighting up with a wicked smile. 'Yeah? Don't stop on my account. Let's see where this goes—climb on and find out.'