Chapter 20: Payment (R18)

Lila disappeared into her room without another word after Ethan reluctantly agreed.

Ethan stayed on the couch, staring at the closed door, already regretting the decision.

A massage....

That was all she asked for.

But why did he suddenly feel uncomfortable? A back massage was hardly complicated...

The door opened again a few minutes later, and Lila stepped out wearing a dark robe that stopped mid-thigh and had let her hair down.

Without a word she walked over to the couch, turned her back to him, and let the robe slip off her shoulders.

It caught at her elbows for a second before she shrugged the rest of the way down to her waist, holding it loosely there so that her entire back and part of her waist was exposed.

"Sit properly," she said. "And don’t just press randomly. I can feel when you’re not trying."

Ethan looked at the limited space on the couch and realised that having her sit down would make the space more uncomfortable for both of them.

He reached out, took her wrist, and guided her down.

"Lie down," he said.

Lila blinked, then let him pull her forward. She settled onto her stomach across the couch, her arms folded under her cheek and the robe still pooled around her hips.

Ethan shifted, moving between her legs so that his legs were spread over both her legs, giving him a clear view of her exposed back.

"Oh," she muttered. "This works too. Just don’t half-ass it."

He placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Higher," she said immediately. "No—lower. Yeah. There. And use your thumbs more. You’re treating me like I’m made of glass."

He adjusted.

"Harder. I sat here for hours, Ethan. Put some weight into it."

He pressed more firmly along the muscles beside her shoulder blades. Lila let out a quiet hum and shifted her hips slightly against the couch. The robe slipped another inch, the bare skin of her waist flexing under his fingers when she moved.

"You’re still too careful," she muttered. "I can feel you thinking about it. It’s just a massage."

Ethan worked in silence for a while, following through to her lower back

Every time his hands drifted too high or too light she corrected him: "Move left."

"Move your thumbs harder".

"Don’t avoid the lower back."

"You’re skipping spots on purpose."

Only, he wasn’t skipping on purpose. He was trying to stay focused and the longer he touched her, the more difficult that became.

Her skin was smooth and warm, like something that was sculpted. Her body was curved in ways he hadn’t noticed, athletic as well. Kneeling there put him close enough to hear the sound of every breath she made.

No matter how he looked at it, she had a sexy body.

The way his hands wrapped around her waist made his breath hitch. Her smooth skin was basically taunting him at this point.

"Lower," Lila said again, "You’re still avoiding it."

Ethan inhaled through and moved his hands further down her back, working her waist bone as he went.

"You’re not pressing hard enough."

Something in him tipped.

He narrowed his eyes, having enough of her bossing him like this and moved his hand down her tighs, then up again, before slowly moving it between her legs.

Lila’s breath caught, and she immediately tried to supress it. But Ethan heard it— a soft, involuntary moan had slipped out of her mouth.

Slowly, the pressure began to harden, then soften again as his hand lingered there between her legs, his fingers moving and caressing the fold between her legs before he pulled his hand back.

His hands kneaded the muscles on her tighs dragging in firm strokes that followed the lines of her body. When he reached the waist again he didn’t stop. He moved two fingers in between her tighs again and brushed against her clit.

"Mhm~"

A low shaky moan left her when his fingers pressed against her clit as he moved it in slow circles.

Lila pressed her legs together, trapping his hands in between but Ethan kept going.

He worked the folds slowly, then fast, then slowly again before pulling it back out and working outward from her spine.

He moved towards her sides, the dragged his hand underneath where her breasts were. He kneaded the flesh on the sides, and when Lila’s back arched forward, his hands slid under, catching both breasts and gently squeezing.

"Ethan... wh—what are you doing~?"

Ethan kneaded, feeling her hardened nipples before answering. "Just helping you relax... is there a problem?"

"Why are you—"

He pulled.

"Ahh~"

He tugged on the nipples before she could finish her sentence, and a moan tore out of her instead.

She bit down on the couch, trying not to make another sound like that.

He pulled again, gently twisting the nipple and brushing his thumb against it..

She held back another moan, at least tried to. Ethan could still hear it.

She bit harder into the couch, drool leaking from the side of her mouth as she involuntarily pressed her upper body against his hands.

Ethan removed his hands and went back down to her waist, then teased the inside of her tighs.

Lila’s fingers curled into the couch cushion and she pressed her legs together.

"Ethan..."

He didn’t answer. He teased the insides and Lila pressed harder, as if begging him to put his finger in already.

He slowly went inside, the place already wet and slick as he pushed one finger in, then pushed the second one.

"Ohh~"

Lila moaned openly this time, the sound low and rough against the cushion. Her eyes rolled backwards as she squeezed with his hands still inside her pussy.

He worked on it, wiggling his fingers in different directions.

"Ah~"

"Mhmm~"

"Ohh~"

Every time his hands moved, a moan escaped her. He focused on those sounds, adjusting the pressure and rhythm as his fingers played inside her.

Soon, the sounds came more often—short gasps, longer moans, the occasional bitten-off whimper when he hit the spot hat made her insides clench around his fingers.

His right hand slid around to her back, caressing the skin and holding her in place while the left continued working on her clit.

Lila’s free hand gripped the edge of the couch. Her nails scraped against the fabric as a longer moan spilled out of her.

It was when he pulled on a particular knob that she was sent over the edge...

Lila’s back arched, a helpless moan escaping her as she came. Her clit tightening over and over around his fingers as her juices sprayed over the couch.

He stayed, moving his fingers occasionally and after a few moments, he finally pulled back.

Lila lay still for several long seconds, breathing hard

Then she sat up, reached down, pulled the robe back up over her shoulders, and pushed herself up without looking at him.

She walked to her bedroom door, opened it, and stepped inside, closing the door closed quietly behind her.

Ethan remained kneeling on the couch, her juices dripping from his fingers and the sound of her moans still clear in his ears. The dorm was silent now except for the sound of the wall clock ticking.

He stared at the closed door, then at his fingers.

He blinked...

"What just happened...?"