by J. M. Witt
“I’m pretty warm. I’ll be fine.”
Smiling, “I’m sure you are.” I started getting undressed as she turned toward the door. “Get under the covers, I’ll be back in a minute.”
I stripped down to my birthday suit and got on my back under the sheet. The lighting was soft and music played gently. I’d asked around town where the best place was to get a massage and everyone mentioned Mora’s Massage, claiming Mina was amazing. It was time to find out. Some even joked that she had magical power. Little did they know.
The door opened as she asked, “Are you ready?”
“I should ask you the same question.”
I saw her shake her head as she stood next to me. “Do you have any allergies or scents you dislike?” I shook my head no. “Any pain or injuries I should know about?”
“An old shoulder injury, but it’s hopeless. I’ve had three surgeries. Nothing helps.”
“Ok.” She walked over to a shelf with dozens of little brown vials with colored labels on them and grabbed a few. “Do you prefer oil or lotion?”
“Uh, you’re the expert.”
“Oil it is. It goes further and lasts longer.” I arched my brows at her and she just scoffed. “Close your eyes and relax.” Closing one eye, I watched as she mixed some oils together and then put some in her hands. She caught me watching her and chastised me. “Rollo! This isn’t going to work if you don’t relax.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath as she took my hand in hers and began running her hands up and down the length of my arm. When she was done with that arm she moved to the other and started over. She’d only just begun and I was becoming putty on the table. Moving to the head of the table, she began working over my neck and shoulders after putting more oil in her hands. Her oil-slick fingers moved over my pecs and back into my long hair.
Massaging my temple, I groaned and I sensed her smile as she asked, “When’s the last time you had a professional massage?”
“Would you believe me if I said never?”
“Yup. Most people don’t indulge themselves. Now you know what you’re missing.”
“Hmmm.”
After she was done massaging my head she moved down to my feet. I was slightly jumpy as she discovered how ticklish my feet were. I told her she might need to skip over my feet when she refused.
“Deep breaths, Rollo. Relax.”
She worked her way up each thigh as I tried controlling my body’s response to her. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. My eyes fluttered open when I felt her standing above me and the sheet lifted slightly.
Meeting her eyes, she said, “You can roll over now, though it might be a little uncomfortable.” Her head motioned toward my cock that was standing at full attention under the sheet.
“Christ. Sorry.”
“No you’re not. But it’s ok. It’s pretty common.”
Her eyes remained on mine as I rolled over, until I buried my face in the cutout. She pulled my hair to one side as my eyes stared at her bare feet. I wasn’t aware she’d removed her boots, but didn’t think about it. I spotted the script on the inside of her foot that ran along the top of her arch and was curious to what it said. It was the first time I recalled seeing it.
I winced as she massaged my left shoulder. “I take it this is the shoulder?” I moaned in agreement as she grabbed some more oil. “I can help, but it’s going to hurt.”
“I already told you, nobody can help it.”
“Ye of little faith.” She began applying pressure and asked, “Do you trust me?”
“I barely know you.”
“Rollo.”
“Whatever you’re going to do, just do it.” She stepped away for a moment and pressed something heavy and hot onto my shoulder. Before I knew it, I was cursing. “FUCK.”
“Lie still. I’m almost done.” I did as she told me as the pain slowly subsided. “There. Let it rest for a minute while I check your other shoulder.”
I don’t know what the fuck she did, but it was helping. Pain that had nagged me for years was melting away as she worked on my other shoulder. I’d heard the rumors of her mother’s healing powers. Apparently Mina had inherited those, too.
“That’s not a common injury, Rollo. What’d you do?” I shrugged my shoulders, refusing to answer. “When are you going to tell me what you are?”
So she suspected or was she baiting me. “You can’t handle what I am.”
“What makes you so sure?”
Time to turn the tables on her. “What are you, Mina?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Exactly. You’re not ready for me to reveal all of myself to you either.”
“Maybe you’re right.” She was working on my lower back and asked, “Do you mind if I climb up?”
“Can I roll over first?”
Laughing, “No. I need to finish your back, and, well, it’s easier if I’m on top of you.”
“Yes, it is easier with you on top.”
Humor laced her voice as she told me to knock it off. She climbed up and began kneading my back as she straddled my upper thighs.
“Christ woman.”
“Shh. Relax.”
I let her work on me for a few minutes. When I couldn’t stand it anymore I rolled over, grabbing her hips so that she didn’t fall off the table. She drew her hands to her chest as I sat up, only the sheet separating us. I could smell her arousal and it was making me crazy with the need to get her off. My own hunger could wait. Leaning up, I buried my face in her neck, and her chest heaved as I sucked and nipped on her flesh.
“Mina. Let me prove that this is more than a hookup.” She whimpered in my mouth when I kissed her. Pulling my mouth away, I asked, “Can I return the favor?”
She seemed confused and wiggled closer to me. “What favor?”
I pushed her off me and put her feet on the floor before standing. The sheet dropping to the floor, her eyes dropped to my erection as she gulped. “Eyes up here, Mina.” Blushing, her eyes slowly returned to mine. “Get undressed. I’m going to guess you haven’t had a massage in a long time and I’d like to remedy that.”
She rarely came off as shy and reserved, but she seemed so at that moment. “This wasn’t what I had in mind when we came in here.” And there she was. My blunt and up front girl, not the shy one.
Laughing, “Me either. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“No. We have tonight. One night, Rollo. That was my agreement.”
Stepping closer to her, I cupped her chin, “I plan to convince you otherwise.”
I had a feeling there was a vixen in her dying to get out. She just needed the right man to do it and I would happily oblige. She may have tried to occasionally play coy with me, but she was anything but. Pulling her closer, I dropped my mouth to hers and consumed her. I didn’t stop until her whimpers resounded through my own mouth.
“If you only want one night with me, Mina, you better make it count. Don’t hold back; you’ll only regret it if you do.” She groaned as her hands dug into my back, pulling me closer. Biting my lip, she sucked it into her mouth until it throbbed to the same rhythm as my cock. “There she is.”
Lord almighty he was beautiful. I’d never wanted to get my hands on someone more. I thoroughly enjoyed massaging every inch of him until he threw me off of him. I wanted to lose all control, throw my inhibitions to the wind, and get lost in him. And I had a feeling he knew.
“There she is.”
His hands pushed under my t-shirt and scorched my skin. Hot, callused hands ran over my delicate flesh as I dueled with his tongue. We parted long enough for my shirt to get yanked over my head and dropped to the floor.
“Rollo…”
He pushed me to arm’s length and said, “Get undressed and under the covers. I’ll be back.” I watched as he grabbed the sheet, his clothes, and left the room.
“Fuck. Get it together, Mina. This isn’t your
first rodeo.”
Though I knew he’d be more than an eight second ride and I wasn’t sure I would be able to stay on. Christ, he was hung. I shook the thought away—for a moment—and got undressed. My nipples were hard and aching and my panties clung to me as I pulled them from my damp skin. He was right, anyone who walked into the room would smell my arousal. I sat on the table and realized he’d taken the sheet with him.
Getting up, I went to grab another from the cabinet when the door swung open. I stood there naked as he took in my body. He was wearing underwear and I felt entirely exposed.
“Sorry, I realized you might need this.” He held the sheet up between us and I snatched it from him and covered myself with it. I sat on the table and watched him. He closed the door and then examined the oils. “Do you have a preference?”
“Oil.” I pointed to a bottle and he picked it up.
“Aren’t you supposed to be lying down?” Exhaling loudly, I did just that, holding the sheet to my neck. Mocking me, he said, “Relax, Mina. I’m not going to do anything you don’t beg me to do. Outside the massage that is.”
Snickering, “Is that so?”
“Yup. Now shut up and relax.”
I smiled as he attempted to mimic my movements. He began with my hands and arms, working his way up to my neck. Rubbing my neck and shoulders, he hesitated just above my breasts. ‘Better make it count’. I pushed the sheet to my waist, exposing my breasts to him. His eyes met mine and I nodded before closing them again.
End Of All Days by Thirty Seconds To Mars began playing from my playlist. Applying more oil to his hands, he slowly worked down and over my breasts. I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped from my mouth. It’d been too long since I’d been touched like this, if ever. I felt the heat of his massive body as he leaned over me. Opening my eyes, I found his chest hovering over me.
His hands ran over my hips as I nearly convulsed off the table from him hitting a sensitive spot. He moved back up and when his mouth hovered over mine, I pulled him down, needing his mouth on mine. Digging my nails in his hair as his hands caressed my breasts, he resisted, not letting his lips touch mine.
Gasping, pleading, “Rollo, kiss me.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Rollo, please kiss me. Now.”
Grinning, he lowered his mouth to mine, our lips misaligned as he let me lead the kiss. His fingers tweaked my nipples as I pressed my breasts up into his rough hands. One hand moved down and over the sheet between my legs. I became paralyzed as his eyes locked with mine. Pressing his hand over my lips, I clamped my thighs around his hand and shifted my hips. My eyes rolled back and closed at the wonderful sensations shooting through me.
“Roll over.” I tried protesting, but he silenced me with his kiss. “Now, roll over.”
I did his bidding and he did the same. Straddling my thighs as he began working over my shoulders and back. I was hanging in limbo between pure ecstasy and wanting to sleep. His fingers moved over a ticklish spot on my hips and he caught it.
Moving back over the spot, he questioned, “Was it here, or here?”
Squirming under his touch, he stopped and resumed massaging my lower back. I felt his lips place kisses on my back as his tongue moved along my skin. One hand moved under the sheet, between our bodies as he ran it over the crease of my ass. I tried to remain still, but he was making it increasingly difficult.
Lifting my head I turned it back and found his eyes. Gripping my hair, he yanked it back and growled at me. “Don’t look at me that way, Mina.”
I pulled back against his grip, enjoying the feel of his hand in my hair. “What way?”
“Like you want me to devour you.”
Smiling wickedly, “That’s exactly what I want, Rollo.”
Tugging on my hair once more, I moaned with the pleasure of it as he attacked my mouth. “I think I was right.”
“About?”
“I’ll tell you later.” He kissed me again. His hand moved underneath me to my front and I lifted slightly to grant him access. His hand dipped between my legs and found my wet pussy. Bringing his fingers back up to his lips, he licked his fingers and then kissed me. “Devour.” He enunciated every letter in my ear before climbing off the table.
The sheet was ripped off my legs as his hands encircled each calf and began kneading them. He didn’t waste any time as he moved up my thighs. The thought of him staring at my pussy turned me on even more. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as he exposed every part of myself to his prying eyes.
Gripping my ankles, he pulled me to the edge and then ordered me to get on my knees. I had a feeling I knew what was coming and I was dying from anticipation. His teeth dug into my ass as I dropped my chin to my chest. I felt his hot breath on my skin and began trembling.
“Beg me, Mina.”
Taken aback for a split second, I decided that I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. I wanted him more than anything I’d ever wanted before. “Eat me, Rollo. Devour me. Please.”
His scorching hot mouth dove onto my pussy with such force that I had to grip the table to hold on. It was almost too much all at once. My mind didn’t have time to catch up to the sensations he had ripping through my body.
“Rollo, slow down. Please.” His tongue slowed and licked in long luxurious strokes from my clit to my ass. “Oh, God.” He took his time as my whole body continued to tremble. I needed this release, wanted it, craved it, but it wouldn’t come.
“What is it, Mina? What’s wrong?”
“I need…more. More of you.”
He seemed to know what it was I needed before I could verbalize it. Sliding a finger inside, he motioned it toward my g-spot as I cooed. I rocked back and forth against his hand before he removed it. Pulling on my hair again, he moved to stand next to me before he kissed me. Sucking viciously on my lips, he slapped my ass with his free hand.
I’d never felt so dirty—in a sexy way—ever in my life. I wanted to lose all abandon with him, maybe I already had. My hips began to swivel, desperate for him to touch me again. I was shocked motionless when he grabbed me like a six pack. Gasping as his fingers began to move in and out of me, my back slackened as I let the sensations move through me again.
“Tell me what you want, Mina.” He demanded it of me, what I wanted, like he was going to give it to me, but I knew better. He was enjoying his game—I was too—and he was only going to give me what he wanted to. But there was no point in not asking for it.
“I want to come.”
“How, where?”
Two fingers pumped in and out of me slowly as I moaned. “On your cock, on your face… I just want to come. Please make me come, Rollo.” Oh, my God. Did I just say that out loud?
“You can’t have my cock. Not tonight.” So that was his plan to get me to beg for another night? He was going to withhold his enormous dick. I whimpered. Reminding me, he whispered in my ear, “I told you one night would never be enough.”
Before I knew what was happening, he’d lain down under me and gripped my hips as I grasped his shoulders. I’d never had a man this way—sitting on his face—before and wasn’t sure where to begin.
“What are you waiting for? My face is all yours. Ride it, fuck it, grind it…” He waggled his tongue at me as my lips curled up.
He was so salacious and I loved it. Slowly, I moved my mound closer. Sitting on his chest, his head lifted to lick me fully. “Oh, shit.”
His tongue slid inside me as I tried to get closer to him, but also worried about smothering him. He moaned his appreciation so I pressed into him further. Hands caressed my legs, hips, and ass as I became desperate for more of him. Leaning up, I began riding his face as I gripped his hair. My other hand reached behind me in search of his cock. Finding the head poking through the waistband of his boxer briefs, I stroked him.
Smiling up at me he pulled back long enough to encourage me on, “Yes, Mina, just like that.” Was he referring to my hand stroking him or me fucking his
face?
I didn’t care. “Shut up and lick me, Rollo.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Mina.”
He pulled me down fully on his face. His tongue thrusting in and out of me while his nose pressed into my clit. He was throbbing in my hand and I wanted to get him off, maybe as bad as he wanted to get me off. Moving my hips, I slid up and down his tongue letting it glide over every part of me. His beard did wonders to my throbbing clit as I rubbed it against his chin.
“I’m close. Rollo.” I became frenzied, desperate to not lose what was about to happen. My fist tightening in his hair, I let go wholly. I fucked his face like there was no tomorrow. “Ahh. Now…” He licked and sucked me until the only part of me that was left moving was my hand on his shaft.
“Mina. Fuck.” He groaned out as his seed shot out against my back and into my hand.
He’d been closer than I thought he was. His eyes flashed gold and then back to his green-blue as he panted out his appreciation. I was completely lost, entirely sated. That had never happened, yet I wanted more.
I didn’t want to think about what time it was. The night would be over soon and I was already craving more of him. He cleaned off my back, tucked himself back in his underwear and carried me to the couch in the back office. Laying me down, he covered me with a blanket and turned toward the door.
“Don’t go.” Ugh, I didn’t mean to sound so needy.
“You just wanted one night, Mina.” He motioned toward the window. “Sun’s coming up. Time for me to go.” He smiled back at me and challenged, “Unless you have something to say?”
Fuck him if he thought I was going to admit that I needed more than one night. He could fucking beg me for another night. “Clearly I don’t need your dick to get off!”
“No, you don’t. Just me. My face, my tongue, my hands, my fingers. They can all get you off. So just imagine what my dick could do to you, sweet Mina.”
He was infuriating. “You won’t get a chance to find out! You know where the door is.”
