7
He released me entirely and moved away. I lay there on the table, my chest heaving, my cock standing straight up and weeping with need. Every nerve in my body was screaming, begging for him to touch me again, to finish what he’d started.
Instead, I heard the sound of him moving around the room. There was the soft clink of a bottle, the rustle of fabric. When he returned to the table, he was holding something, though I couldn’t quite see what in my current state of overwhelming need.
“We’re going to move down here,” he said, lifting me to a sitting position.
I glanced down at what looked like a beanbag against the wall, completely draped in thick plush towels. I’d never heard of a massage like that before.
“I’m going to penetrate you,” Ravi continued, as if it was a totally normal thing to say. “That way I can massage you from the inside and the outside at the same time. But I won’t fuck you unless you’d like me to.”
“D-Do you do that for all of your clients?” I asked, glancing down at his sizable cock and wondering how I was ever going to fit it inside me.
“Your friend purchased my most expensive package,” he nodded. “So no. Only my most special clients get this treatment.”
I felt my throat go dry. “I… yeah. Okay.”
“Good,” Ravi said, and there was genuine warmth in his voice. “Come with me.”
He helped me down from the massage table, his large hand steady under my elbow. My legs felt unsteady, my whole body still thrumming with that edge of need he’d left me hanging on. We moved to the beanbag and he took a seat first, gesturing for me to sit in his lap, my back to his chest.
“It’s alright,” he said softly. “You’re light as a feather to me.”
I settled into his lap, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against my back. His arms came around me, one hand splayed across my sternum, the other resting on my thigh. I could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against my lower back.
“Relax into me,” he whispered near my ear. “I’ve got you.”
I took a shaky breath and tried to do as he asked, letting my body sink back against his.
His hand on my thigh began to move, sliding inward with deliberate slowness.
When his fingers reached my hole, they were slick with fresh oil.
He pressed one inside with careful attention, working it in and out in a slow, meditative rhythm.
The sensation was different this time, deeper somehow, and more intense with my body positioned like this. I could feel every movement of his finger inside me, could feel the way he angled it to press against that sensitive spot that made stars dance behind my eyelids.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, letting out a shaky breath. “Really good.”
He added a second finger, working them in and out to gently stretch me.
The slight burn of it was nothing compared to the pleasure, and I found myself pressing back against his hand, silently asking for more.
His other hand moved up my chest, his large palm covering my pec, his thumb brushing across my nipple. I gasped at the sensation.
“You’re very responsive,” he murmured. “I like that. It means you’re present. Most people come here so numb they barely feel anything.”
I wanted to tell him that I understood that feeling intimately, that I’d spent the last seventeen years going through the motions of living without actually experiencing it. But words felt impossible when he was touching me like this, when every nerve in my body was singing.
His fingers continued their slow work, opening me up with patience I’d never experienced before.
When he added a third finger, I tensed slightly, but he just kept the same steady rhythm, letting my body adjust on its own time.
The stretch was more pronounced now, and I could feel the anticipation building.
“Almost ready?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for a cock that size. But I was willing to try. I wanted to try. I wanted to know exactly what it felt like because, if he was this good with his hands, I had no doubt that he was about to blow my mind.
Ravi withdrew his fingers and I felt him shift beneath me. He positioned his cock, thick and heavy, against my entrance. He wrapped one arm around my waist, keeping me steady, and with the other hand guided himself inside me.
The initial pressure was intense. He moved slowly, giving me time to accommodate him, and I forced myself to breathe through it. The burn faded gradually, replaced by a deep fullness that made my breath catch.
“There,” he said softly. “Just like that. You’re doing beautifully.”
Once he was fully inside me, he didn’t move. He just held me there, his arms wrapped around me, his chin resting against my shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and calm, while mine raced in my chest.
“Now we massage,” he said, and his hands began to move.
One hand worked across my chest and shoulders while the other massaged my thigh.
All the while, he was inside me, and every movement of his body created the most subtle shifts of pressure.
It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
And it was far more intimate and tender than I expected.
Tears threatened at the corners of my eyes almost immediately.
He pulsed inside me occasionally, a gentle flex of his cock that sent waves of pleasure through my body.
His hands never stopped their work, finding tension and releasing it, working across my skin with the same careful attention he’d given the massage table.
But now there was an added intensity to it, a connection that seemed to go beyond the physical.
My own cock, which had been painfully hard the entire time, began to leak steadily, pre-cum dripping down my shaft.
I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but Ravi’s hands kept me pinned, and I realized that was exactly what he wanted.
He wanted me to just receive, to let him take care of everything.
“Please,” I found myself whispering. “I need?—”
“I know what you need,” he said. “But not yet. Not until I’m ready to give it to you. We haven’t released everything yet.”
He continued like that, his hands working my body while his cock stayed buried inside me, pulsing occasionally but never actually moving in and out.
It was exquisite torture. Every part of me was begging for more friction, more movement, more of everything, but he held me suspended in that space of desperate need.
Time lost all meaning. I couldn’t have said if it was minutes or hours that he held me like that, massaging me from the inside and out, keeping me balanced on the knife’s edge of release.
My body began to shake with the effort of holding back, sweat beading on my skin despite the cool air of the room.
“You’re close,” Ravi observed. It wasn’t a question.
“So close,” I gasped. “Please, I can’t?—”
“You can,” he said firmly. “You can hold on. Just a little longer.”
His hand moved down to wrap around my cock, and I thought I might actually die from the need. His grip was firm but he didn’t stroke, just held me, his palm warm against my shaft. The sensation of being completely full, completely held, completely at his mercy was overwhelming.
“Now,” he finally said as the tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks. “Cum for me.”
His hand began to move, stroking me in long, deliberate strokes while his hips finally started to move inside me. He fucked me slowly, deeply, his cock hitting my prostate with expert precision. His other hand pressed against my chest, holding me in place as I began to fall apart.
The orgasm that hit me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
It started somewhere deep in my core and radiated outward, consuming my entire body.
I came hard, my cock pulsing in his grip as he stroked me through it, his movements never faltering.
I came and came, my body wracked with the force of it, tears streaming down my face.
Ravi held me through it all, his arm around my waist keeping me from flying apart, his hand still working my cock, his hips still moving inside me with that same steady, relentless pace. When my orgasm finally began to fade, he picked up his pace, his breathing growing heavier against my ear.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s what you needed. That’s what you deserve. Now I’m going to make you cum again.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
I’d already cum harder than I ever had in my life, my body still trembling with the aftershocks, and he was already talking about doing it again.
I should have been exhausted. Should have needed time to recover.
But my cock, amazingly, was already beginning to harden again in his grip.
“I don’t think I can,” I said, though even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true.
“You can,” Ravi said with absolute certainty. “Your body has been starved for this. For attention. For care. It’s going to give you everything it’s been holding back.”
He was right. As impossible as it seemed, I could feel my arousal building again, my cock responding to his touch and the continued pressure of him inside me.
His pace quickened, his breathing growing ragged against my ear.
The hand on my chest moved to grip my shoulder, anchoring me as his hips moved faster.
I pressed back against him, meeting his thrusts, my hands gripping his thighs. The sensitivity was almost too much, every nerve ending screaming, but I didn’t want him to stop. Couldn’t imagine asking him to stop.
“Yes,” he growled, his voice dropping lower. “Just like that. Take it.”
His movements became less controlled, more urgent. I could feel him getting close, and could sense the moment his restraint began to slip. His arm tightened around my waist, holding me firmly against him as his hips drove into me with increasing intensity.
“Cum with me,” he commanded, his hand returning to my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts.
I didn’t have a choice. My body obeyed without consulting my brain.
The pleasure built impossibly fast, cresting like a wave, and then I was cumming again, my body convulsing as Ravi thrust deep inside me one final time and found his own release.
I felt him pulse inside me, felt the warmth of him, and it triggered another wave of pleasure, my cum pooling over his fingers.
We collapsed together on the beanbag, his arms still wrapped around me, both of us breathing hard.
His cock softened inside me gradually, and I became acutely aware of every point where our bodies touched.
My back against his chest. His arms around me.
The weight of him anchoring me to this moment, to this reality.
For the first time in years, I felt like I wasn’t just awake and going through the motions, but that I was actually alive. And then, without warning, the emotions began flooding back, overwhelming my entire system as tears began to fall once more.
“Stay here for a while,” Ravi said, purring in my ear. “It’s going to be intense for a little while, but I’m right here. I’ve got you.”
I stayed there for a long time, wrapped up in Ravi’s arms while my body processed what had just happened.
The tears came in waves, not the desperate, panicked kind I’d shed in the parking garage, but something deeper and more cleansing.
Like I was finally letting go of years of holding everything in so tight that I’d forgotten what it felt like to just feel.
Ravi didn’t say anything. He just held me, his large hand stroking gently across my chest, his breathing steady and calm against my neck.
It grounded me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
After what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes or so, the tears began to slow.
My breathing evened out. The trembling in my limbs gradually subsided.
“Better?” he asked softly.
I nodded, not trusting my voice yet.
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, tender and without expectation. “Now what would you like to do? You can stay with me longer if you like or I can let you go, but I think it’s probably about time for lunch.”
Lunch. I’d forgotten it was still the middle of the day, that I was awake during the sunlight hours. It had been so long.
“Can… Can I go with you?” I asked, looking up at him. “To lunch?”
He smiled down at me, his fangs catching the light once more. “I’d be honored.”