Cougar House Ep. 006: First Move

"For you." He admits laughing.

"Oh?" Her hand on his leg points an index finger toward his obvious canopy, his shirt revealing half of his erection. A quick cover up he sighs and apologizes yet again.

"If you're going to live under my roof you need to stop apologizing for every... little thing."

"We both know it's not little." He chuckles, "I'm just sorry it's... uncontrollable at the moment. You shouldn't have to be uncomfortable around me on my first day here."

"Am I uncomfortable Cabot?" She removes her hand from his leg and crosses her arms under her head manufacturing a pillow. Staring up at him with sparkling brown eyes she makes him melt.

"You... don't look like you are."

"What do I look like Cabot?"

"Ummmm! A swimsuit model?"

"Been there done that. Oil me up before it cools off again."

"On it." He opens the cap and dabs some on his palm before sitting the bottle on a coffee table only an arms stretch away. Rubbing both hands to share in the oil he decides upon her shoulders and back. The second he touches her she trembles and closes her eyes. His hands were enormous. Squeezing her neckline as well, she drags her long brown hair around to keep him from getting oil in it. Light moans effect his hearing with each fingers kneading.

"You have wonderful hands Cabot." She moves her hand up patting his knuckles on the back of her neck, "This bikini string is in your way." Untying it left only her back strap to keep her top in place. It allowed him more freedom to work his magic.

"Thanks. You have good... everything." He winced at how stupid that sounded.

"Much better than Heath... in Brian's truck."

"Yeah, the confined space didn't offer any of us much room to really work on you. That and Elliot asleep made us feel awkward."

"How do you think I felt with my son right there while I allowed you boys to... explore a bit."

"Was that what we were doing?" He laughs.

"Of course, you were. Cabot? I was not upset in the least. My only concern was if Elliot had woken up and saw you all... touching me."

"In our defense we didn't touch anything..." He hoped she didn't call him out for lying. Cabot definitely touched more than he should have.

"That might have made the ride rougher than it already was?" No need to let him know she was mostly aware. There were moments where she was asleep, and anything could have happened. Even if it did, she was not going to let it dissuade her from renting to the boys.

"Yeah, I'm pretty certain you having to sit in our laps was not that pleasant."

'Oh, I found it... cozy."

"Come on now..." He laughs rubbing her back, "You knew none of us were wearing underwear."

"Exactly. I felt your erections every second of the entire ride. Did you hear me complain? Did I scold you and Eric?"

"No. I presumed you were just being respectful, even though we were disrespecting you."

"Strangely, I rather liked it. Please do not read too much into that." She nibbles her lip not bothering to open her eyes.

"I know I liked it. I could... sorry..."

"If you apologize one more time for anything... you can go wash your hands and I'll go take a nap. I took some more muscle relaxers and I think they're kicking in." She yawns faintly.

"Gotcha. Your skin is flawless."

"I take great pride in my body."

"I can tell. No scars even from your enhancements. That's impressive. I'll stop if you doze off."

"You don't have to stop if I drift away. And yes, my surgeon was paid quite a healthy sum to make me look natural. Darryl demanded no scars and was willing to pay what was necessary to achieve that bit of perfection."

"That's awesome! You won't feel my massage if you're asleep." He offers a shocked expression.

"No. But I'll know that you continued to relax me further."

"If that's what you want." He prayed she would pass out so he could touch places he knew he couldn't if she was awake. Massaging the arm closest to him she sighs religiously, mumbling "Lord, that feels so good." Once finished he reclaims the oil bottle and decides to just trickle droplets all over her back and butt. Oh, that butt was calling his hands.

Gliding awkwardly over her spine, down to the bikini bottoms strings he wondered if he could get those bottoms off of her. Was she that openminded? She did have her G-string off in the truck, of course she was open to it. For long moments he toyed with the idea deciding to shy off and merely work under the strings and around them.

"Troubles Cabot?" He hears as his eyes flare. Was she a mind reader?

"Just trying to do a good job with these in my way."

"You can lower them a bit if you need to." Instead, she reaches behind her back and unties her top. Now both strings holding it were undone. Good thing she was laying on her chest.

"If I do I think the strings tied to your hips might come untied."

"That would be rather unlandlady like of me, wouldn't it?" She giggles. "Of course, I just untied my top to make things easier on you."

"Hey! That's your call. I'm happy doing what I'm doing?"

"Feeling me up?"

"Am I? Everything that's really..." He stops cold stressed he might be speaking out of turn.

"Don't say I'm sorry, or you will be." She shivers laughing.

"Oh, I'm not apologizing. Can I be... open?"

"You may."

"I love your ass."

"Well now! You haven't even massaged it yet" She sighs smiling. Of course, he had in the truck. Briefly but still!

"Okay if I do?"

"Yes Cabot. Just don't get carried away." She replies yawning again.

"I won't." He wanted to.

Grazing his palms over her right butt cheek he dropped his jaw and tried to maintain his composure. Sudden inspiration struck leading him to move. Without asking he repositioned, throwing his left leg over both of hers to sit on them carefully. Now he was in the position to massage both of her butt cheeks at once. "Please don't stop me. Please don't freak out." He begged within his thoughts. She made no effort to stop him.

As his hands slid back under the strings of her bottoms he kneaded at her hips. In his own sly effort, he was hoping to loosen those strings tying the bikini to her. He could tell it was working. Enjoying his attention, she herself knew those strings were untethering ever so slowly.

"Mmmm! Keep it up, Mister Ross. Don't make me untie them on my own." She was getting really wet at her unspoken direction. He did notice damp spots along her white bikini bottoms in just the right area. Of course, it could have been the oil staining her. Either way his dick was throbbing hard.

"Dammit! I want to jerk off over this ass. So, freaking perfect." He needed to slow down before he just pulled his cock out and stroked it. Maybe if she fell asleep, he considered. He chose to relax her further moving to her legs where he seemed to be an expert. She continued soft moans as he dribbled more oil to gloss up her calves and thighs. Tender massages later he tried hard not to locate any hidden ticklish spots. He wanted her to doze off without him reviving her unexpectedly. He decided to check in on her.

"How am I doing Margo?"

No response. Had she fallen asleep? She had just moaned. Borrowing time, he continued relaxing her legs moving back up toward her inner thighs, that tightly wet clam so inviting to the eye. He realized the cloth was offering a bit of flesh tone beneath it. HELL YES! Gliding his hands back up over her butt he increased his knuckle rising in hopes her strings might give way. Her left hip was so very close to being free. No shiver, no reaction to his rubbing. Suddenly, the string toppled to the rug, leaving the other string on her hip. He froze and looked over at an angle to see if her eyes were open, they were sealed tightly.

"You asleep?" He whispered. Nothing. Not even a sigh.

Afraid to touch the string he focused on the other string still tied. Using both hands under the band on her lower back he worked her flesh until the other string came loose to join its neighbor. Carefully pinching the top strings, he brings them toward him until he could witness her butt pucker. Yearning to lick it he kept himself in check and decided to work more on her back, just in case she was awake and testing him. Straddling her legs again he stretched out over her to reach her shoulders, his body weight pressing his erection over her butt. He could feel his concealed cock slide over her crack and held his breath. Eyes rolling back into his skull he thinks to himself, "Please be out cold." He kept his fingers in motion while lingering over her. Not a single peep out of her was detected.

Easing away from her shoulders with palms caressing her back, he stood up on his knees to both sides of her. With her strings undone he massaged her hips without interference. Suddenly, a faint snore caught his attention. Teeth gnashed, his eyes flared, "YESSSSS!" He made certain to take his time offering her more relaxing tenderness. More oil tantalizing her skin into a slick appearance he decided to dare himself.

Hiking one leg over both of hers he returns to massaging her legs and attempting to create a wide gap between her two limbs. Enough that he might now kneel between them. Succeeding with a breathless smile he trickled more oil along her back and leaned over her, halting just before his shorts touched her butt. Tempted he waits to hear yet another soft snore before reaching a hand up to untie his sweats and lower them just enough to fondle his cock. He really wanted to jack off right now but knew the activity might wake her up.

"Touch her with your dick, she's sleeping." He told his inner thoughts. Exposing himself further he lowers over her to use one hand to massage her back while his other hand lightly pressed his cock between her butt crack. Still no movement. His luck was encouraging him further. Easing back to again reveal her butthole he grits his teeth and presses his tip down as if wanting to penetrate her anally. Nothing but a gentle relaxing sigh out of her lips. It was enough for him to retreat touching her and hiding his dick in case she looked back. Nothing. Fist clenched he mumbled, "Fuck yeah."

"More." He heard her mumble. Had she known what he did? "Don't stop now. I was just getting all comfy. More oil. More hands. More..."

"Holy shit." He nearly panics, eying her untied strings.

"Should I roll over Cabot?" She taunts him groggily, "Put me to sleep. I sooo need sleep."

"Um! Margo? I untied your strings so I could massage your hips better. Let me tie you up first."

"Such a gentleman." She whispers as he tied them quickly. Not once did she open her eyes. Unbelievable!

"You can roll over now." He shuffled backward on his knees to give her room. So tired she could barely move Margo whimpers.

"I might need help Darryl... I mean Cabot." Whoa! She called him by her late husband's name. Was she that out of it?

"You sure you don't want to go lay on the couch over there?"

"Nooo! Massage me more. Help me..."

He grips her leg and an extended arm to lightly roll her over. In doing so her nipple that had slipped out earlier surprisingly covered itself up as the material hugged her chest. Damn his luck. He barely saw areola. Not enough to even brag about. Collapsing on her back she keeps her legs to both sides of his knees, as her hands move to make certain her chest was fully covered. Eying her body he saw her tilt her gaze away to snuggle on her bare shoulder.

"FUCK THOSE TITS ARE AMAZING." He growls under his breath. His eyes lower to her bikini patch again constricting enough to reveal camel toe. "I'm so fucking this bitch one of these days."

"Oil..." She entices.

"Are you sure? The front's more... personal."

"Maybe you're right Cabot." She wakes up and opens her eyes, "I don't want you to think I'm easy. All of you boys need to understand a few things. Just because my last name is Needy doesn't mean I am." She tried to be convincing, her eyes lowering to his erection made him think otherwise. "I felt a massage was innocent enough but... that erection tells me differently."

"You sat on it before." He chuckles.

"The real thing. Yes, I knew. Did I have a choice in my seating arrangement?"

"You could have bumped Jeff and took the front seat."

"Oh, that would have gone over well." She giggles sitting up with her legs apart facing him. He definitely looked between her legs as well. It became a look at me challenge.

"So, Gorgeous?"

"Yes?" She smirks.

"Does this mean no further massages ever?"

"Of course not. I like massages."

"Not too late to finish this one." He winks.

"Can you control yourself Mister Ross?"

"Probably not. I'm willing to try though."

She takes a deep breath and lays back staring up at him with a sparkle. "You may untie those strings again if they get in the way."

"Your whole bikini is in the way." He laughs and intentionally lifts the oil bottle over her chest and douses her from head to toe. Yelping she joins him in laughter before settling back and pointing up at him.

"BEHAVE."

"No promises. Tearing up my rent check?"

"Absolutely not."

"Here come my hands." He winks then moves in over her shivering body. Her hands holding her top to her chest are claimed and set to her side, "Don't get in my way." He chuckles.

"I'll try not to." She sighs as he begins at her shoulders and upper arms. Scooting closer she lifts her legs slightly and flares her eyes. His hands quickly gravitated toward her breasts. Knuckles guiding the clothe about in his journey. She trembles heavily watching his eyes explore her. "Is my top in the way now?"

"You taking it off?"

"No." She giggles.

"Then I guess it stays in my way."

"Sorry."

"No more apologizing Needy." He stops to point his index finger at the tip of her nose, forcing it to wrinkle up out of awe. A dose of her own medicine, warning wise. In his careful straddle she feels his erection directly over her pussy and tenses up. Even with her bikini bottoms and his shorts in the way of direct flesh on flesh contact it sent lightning through her nerves. His crotch was stained in oil.

"It's not that I don't trust you..."

"You don't trust me." He chuckles.

"What kind of example would I be as your landlady if I... let you touch everything?"

"The cool landlady?" He laughs.

"I'm already the cool landlady. Just not that... dammit Cabot." She blushes.

His fingers massage her breasts around her bikini making her gasp, as fingertips dip under the edges of the material. With each gentle rub and a tender squeeze, the material slips a bit. She whimpers at the eventuality.

"Cabot?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should massage elsewhere for a while." He delicately stretches the bikini top back into place before moving lower to her tight abs. They weren't aggressively body builder abs by any means, but her belly was tight and curvy. More oil applied he rubs her tummy and her rib cage. Finding his first ticklish spot she jumped, her hands to her side made the bikini top drift lower. She left it alone.

"Oooo! She's ticklish." He locates it again and laughs as she squirms about. Her right hand was forced to hold her top to her chest.

"Stooooop that."

"I don't want to." He moves in for a wrestling match that makes her top fall over her arm. Only that kept her nipples hidden. More taunting made her yelp and laugh uncontrollably. "What's the matter Gorgeous? Can't take it?"

"You just wait. I'll find yours someday." She struggles, her legs clinging to his hips to roll on the rug together. Cabot Ross was loving it. Strangely enough, so was she. In the wrestling Cabot felt his hand over the bikini bottoms slipknot and pinched it loose in the frolicking. Moving swiftly back in to tickle her further. Switching sides, he intentionally locates the second hips strip and does the same. He was going in for the kill. Now that every string on her entire bikini was untied the true torment was making her insane.

"OH MY GOD, CABOT! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME PEE." She battled him with everything she had laughing hysterically. Not once had she noticed her strings untied and falling away, not that it mattered. In her defensive stance her legs rubbed at his own hips, her knees without realizing it were guiding his loose sweats down to expose his pubes. Her free hand slipping under his shirt to claw at his muscular chest. Not drawing blood, she wasn't mad in the least, merely trying to get him to stop tickling her. Between the two combatants' skin was exposing on both ends.

"I'm not done massaging you." He laughs face to face with her. Sticking her tongue out at him she licks his nose laughing. As he raises his arm to wipe the saliva off with his shirt, she lowers her left hand to his hip and discovers his sweats drooping. Her eyes bulging, she suddenly feels the tip of his crown on her belly.

"Oh crap." She whimpers to herself as he gets even by licking her face. Laughing she loses sight of her discovery in order to squirm about. His licks went from cheek to cheek then to her neckline. The misery made her playfully scream while laughing. The torment continued.

In their rolling about, her top went missing finally. Her tits fully exposed crushed against his t-shirt. "I am so raising your rent Cabot." She yelps as his persistent tickling discovers yet a new spot beneath her armpit. "Nooooooooooo! Stooooop! Dammit Cabot."

"You love it." He grunts licking her chin.

"No, I don't." She bites him on the arm playfully. He reacts by grabbing her arms and holding them at bay, much stronger than her as it was. Forcing her to lay back meant at least the tickling was over. Both breathing heavily they stare at each other with evil glares. She pauses making him think she was relenting then surprises him by rearing her legs high and touching knees to his bare hips. He realized then that something wasn't right. Looking down over her he discovers her breasts crushed against his shirt which was ruffled up to his pecs. Another glance from side to side he notes his shorts past his hips. That meant...

"I'm so s..."

"DON'T SAY IT. Close your eyes and get up off of me."

"What if I don't want to?" He laughs. Lowering his hips, he felt his exposed cock roll right over... "Your bikini..." He felt labia molding around his beast. All he had to do was locate her hole.

"Fell off five minutes ago. Both parts. This was certainly not planned Cabot. Was it?"

"What? No! Should I..."

"Finish my massage?"

"Not what I meant but that too. Pull my sweats up?" He glares with a depressed look.

"Yes and no." She timidly smiles.

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning finish my massage. With your pants... off."

"Whoa! Never saw that coming."

"Was that a pun?" She laughs.

"Guess it was. So, let me get this straight... take my pants off and give you a nude massage?"

"Release my hands." He lets her go instantly. Moving them to his face she palms his cheeks forcing him to look directly into her eyes. "If I let you massage me that does not mean anything sexual. No kissing. No fingering me. No... well you can massage my nipples." She snickers blushing, "That can't be helped."

"Seriously?" He swallows under her beautiful gaze. "With my pants off? What about my shirt?"

"On conditions." Her long game was being formulated as she spoke. "You MUST keep everything we do a secret from Brian, Heath, and Eric. If I find out, you blabbed, I'll make you leave. ALL OF YOU LEAVE."

"I... don't want to leave. I'll keep my mouth shut. I SWEAR."

"Do not make me regret this Cabot."

"NEVER. You are so beautiful Margo."

"Gorgeous."

"That too. Every inch of you. Even your personality."

"If you're nice I might massage you afterwards." She wiggles her brows.

"I'm going to cum hard if you do that."

"I never said I'd jerk you off."

"At least massage it then I'll take over."