Jack started gently, his hands kneading her neck, then gliding down her back, her skin warm and soft under his fingers.
She sighed, relaxing into his touch, but soon huffed. "I said no half-assed massages, Jack."
"I'm not!" he protested, feigning offense.
"Then unhook my bra and do it properly," she said, her tone matter-of-fact, as if it were the most natural request.
Jack's grin widened, his cock twitching.
The girls here were shy yet shameless, their innocence a blank canvas for his desires.
"Okay," he said, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra.
The straps fell away, revealing her bare back, the sides of her breasts peeking out, soft and tempting.
He resumed the massage, his hands firmer now, digging into her muscles, gliding over her skin with slow, deliberate strokes.
His erection strained harder, pressing against her ass cheeks through his pants, the friction sending sparks through him.
Her panties rode up slightly, the fabric taut between her curves, and each movement of his hands brought him closer to her, his arousal rubbing against her with every knead.
Liss sighed contentedly, oblivious to the heat building between them, her body pliant under his touch.
Jack's mind raced, plotting his next move.
Liss's complete lack of awareness—made every touch a thrill, a forbidden edge that set his blood on fire.
Greed overtook him.
His fingers fumbled with his zipper, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. It slapped against her ass with a soft thwack, the sudden contact sending a jolt through him.
"What was that?" Liss asked, turning her head, her dark eyes curious but unalarmed.
Jack's heart skipped, but he played it cool.
"Just my penis," he said, feigning innocence. "My zipper failed, so it came out."
She laughed, a carefree giggle.
"Lol, Jack, don't try to escape your punishment, keep going, your hands still work fine." She settled back down, her cheek resting on her arms.
He blinked, stunned by her nonchalance. "My penis will touch you. You're… okay with that?"
"What's wrong with it?" she asked, tilting her head. "It looks clean. Is it smelling?"
"No, it's not," he said, his voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline.
This is insane.
"Then it's fine," she said, closing her eyes and facing forward, her body relaxed. "Keep going."
Jack's lips curled into a grin, his pulse racing.
This was a gamble, a daring move that would've landed him in jail in his old world.
Here, it was just another Tuesday.
The thrill of it—pushing boundaries and getting away with it—made his cock throb harder.
Thank you again, goddess.
"I'm going again," he said, grabbing a bottle of lotion from the coffee table.
He squeezed some into his hands, the cool gel slicking his palms, and resumed the massage.
His hands slid up and down her back, kneading her muscles with slow, deliberate strokes, while his bare cock rubbed between her ass cheeks, the thin fabric of her panties the only barrier.
The sensation was electric, her soft curves yielding under him, the friction building a delicious pressure.
"Aaa~ That's it, Jack," Liss murmured, her voice low, almost a moan. "You're so good." She sank deeper into the couch, drowned in the pleasure of the backrub, oblivious to the true source of his intensity.
Jack's movements grew faster, more intense, his hands working her back while his cock ground against her ass.
The heat, the pressure, the sheer audacity of it pushed him to the edge.
His breaths grew ragged as tension built up in him, and with a stifled groan, he climaxed, his cum spraying across her back in hot, thick spurts.
"Jack!" Liss's voice cut through, sharp but not angry.
"Y-yeah, Liss?" he asked, breathless, a flicker of nerves creeping in.
"More lotion?" she said, glancing back.
"Yeah, I am sorry spilled it by mistake?" He exhaled, relief flooding him. "I was trying to add a small drop and got carried away."
"It's fine. Just wipe off the extra." She gestured to a tissue box on the table, chuckling. "My back's so hot right now, even the cool lotion feels warm."