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that's the spot

2.3k | masseur!joel x fem!reader | master

This was a request from @megangovier20. thank you @dark-scape for the title. Also recommend @swiftispunk's amazing masseuse!reader fic: say it with your hands. warnings/notes: non or pre-outbreak, Joel jacks off 🥵, unsafe P in V, reader pressures joel, wants a rough touch. Reader can sit on Joel. I8 +mdni

Your friend referred you to Joel for your back, and after having his hands on you that first time, you needed more. He was gentle and professional. Too gentle. Too professional. You yearned for a rougher touch and he couldn’t stop calling you “ma’am” at first, even when you asked him not to. The room was tranquil and minimalist. There was a shelf for your clothes, a hook for your keys, a chair, and a massage table. It was dimly lit and he wore a linen tunic with matching drawstring pants. He gave you privacy while you stripped down to just a towel.

Initially, you were startled by how handsome he was – the perfect hook of his nose, his tortured brow, and sad eyes. The mesmerizing pattern of his facial hair. But you were at ease once he spoke in a low, calming voice as he kneaded your back. “You’re too young ‘n healthy to be walkin’ around with back pain” was the first thing he said with you face down on his table. The depth and masculine softness of his voice mesmerized you, and from then on, you tried to keep him talking as much as you could. It was hard, though – he wasn’t much of a talker.

Joel’s hands on your back did as much for you as any other man’s hands between your legs. It had been a long time since a man touched you at all. But as far as you could remember, no one’s hands compared to his, not even close. Strong and massive, gliding across your smooth skin, firmly pressing into your muscles, they turned you on unlike anything you’d felt before.

Every time you left his office, you were in desperate need of release. You squeezed your thighs together as soon as you got in your car, and once in the privacy of your bedroom, you thought about nothing but his hands all over you as you brought yourself to climax. It never took long after an appointment with Joel.

One day, you asked Joel if he could be a little rougher with you.

“Rougher?” he asked skeptically.

“Don’t be afraid to hurt me,” you told him.

He was hesitant and explained he’s trained in specific massage techniques, “and rougher ain’t one of’em.” He offered to try the massage gun on you instead. The thought of a tool instead of his hands didn’t do it for you, so you told him maybe another time.

The next time, you slipped him some extra cash and asked him to work you over as hard as he was willing to. He searched your eyes and must have seen the desperation, because he wouldn’t take the folded bills, but he finally agreed.

At first, it was only slightly rougher than usual.

“Good, that’s great,” you kept telling him. “Perfect.” Your praise gave him the confidence to continue. “More,” you kept telling him. “Harder.”

When he finished that day, there was something in the air between you, like each of you knew this was going to become more than massage therapy. Seeing it in your eyes appeared to be the confirmation he needed. He again refused the extra cash.

In the following weeks, when you said “harder” or “please, rougher,” he obliged, often grunting with the effort. He used his elbows at times.

“Damn, you like it real rough, don’t ya?” he muttered at one point. It was a far cry from his professionalism at the first appointment, and it turned you on that you were breaking down his walls. He was good at hiding his arousal, but you could hear it in his voice.

At the end of the appointments, he always composed himself back into the perfect professional. He scanned your body and wet his lips, but there was no sign he’d make a move. He had the self-control you lacked.

One week, you asked him to get on top of you.

“If that’s what ya need, sugar. . . I’m here to give ya what ya need.” Those words sent a rush of blood to your loins.

At your urging, Joel got on the massage table and straddled your ass. He used his fists and knuckles and his body weight. You sighed and moaned as he pushed the sweetest pops and cracks out of your skeleton. His grunts and heavy breaths made a symphony with your own sounds.

You ached and throbbed between the legs. After a particularly sensual sigh left your mouth, you felt his crotch twitch before lifting off your ass. He wasn’t going to let you feel him get hard, but the knowledge of it made you swell with need.

“Lower,” you said. He scooted back, moving down your body, and kneaded your back lower and lower until his hands were almost at your ass.

“Lower,” you pleaded. “Lose the towel.” He took the towel off you, and his big hands slowly crept onto your ass cheeks.

“Yes,” you said. “Feels so good. . .”

He took two handfuls of your ass and inhaled loudly.

"Ohhh,” you sighed. You were close to coming.

“Feels that good, huh?” he said in a low, horny murmur.

He flattened his hands and slid them from your ass, down the curve of your lower back, up to your shoulder blades and said “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

The contrast of his light touch and the desire in his voice did it for you. You clenched your thighs together and sighed as you reached your release. You dug your pubic bone into the table with your pulsations and he took his hands off you in astonishment as your spine arched, lifting your upper back off the table.

“Fuuuck,” he sighed and brought his hands down gently on your back. “Was that what I think it was?”

“You have a way with those hands, Joel.”

“God damn,” he said.

“Will you lie down on me?” you asked.

“I, uh, I’m really enjoyin’ all this. . .but I think I better not right now.”

“You dunno how good you make me feel,” you gushed. “You dunno much I need this."

He was quiet. “Nice of you to say that. . . tryin’ to be professional, but god damn, you make it hard.”

“And that's exactly how I want you,” you purred. “Come on. Lie down on me for just a minute. Let me feel you for just a minute, and I swear to God I’ll leave.”

After a few seconds he agreed, “Only have a minute ‘til I gotta go anyway.”

Your hands were under your head with your elbows out to the side. He walked on his knees back up the table, pants dragging against your sides. Then he slid his large, veiny hands under your arms, sending a rush through you. He put his forearms down on the table. Then he got in a plank and you felt the linen of his tunic hang against your needy skin.

He dipped his hips and lightly grazed your ass with the hardness in his pants. He murmured into your hair, “Guess this is what you want?”

“Mmmm, yeah, that's the spot. . .” you replied.

Then he laid onto you, lowering his pelvis first. You moaned and he sighed as his hard bulge pushed against your inner thighs.

"Gimme all your weight."

He slowly lowered the rest of his weight.

“God damn, sugar. . . you got me breakin’ all kinda rules.” He swelled harder against you, making your whole body weak with desire, and you savored the weight of his body on yours. Your insides buzzed from head to toe. His hips just barely thrust into yours, making you wetter.

“Mmm,” you sighed.

He stayed there for a minute, just barely rutting into you, then sighed loudly as he climbed down from the table. “Sorry, sugar. That’s it for today.” His massive palm lightly stroked your upper back. “I’ll let you get dressed.”

You turned over onto your side, facing him before he could turn around to leave. You followed his eyes to your naked breasts before he could avert them. He swallowed and clasped his hands in front of his crotch, trying to regain his composure.

“Joel….” you said and lightly stroked his inner elbow. His eyes met yours again and he bit his lip. “Thank you.”

He winked. “See ya next time, sugar.”

You looked at the clock and realized you might make him late for his next appointment. You quickly dressed in a daze, your whole body tingling with the afterglow as you put on your jeans and t-shirt. It wasn’t until you were in the parking lot that you realized you left your keys on the hook in his massage room. When you came back in, the receptionist was closing the appointment book.

“Excuse me, I don’t want to interrupt Joel’s next appointment, but I left my keys in there. . ..”

“Oh, you were his last appointment for the day. I think he’s probably gone.”

“Oh. . .”

“Go ahead, it should be unlocked.”

As you approached the door and put your hand on it, you heard him sighing over the squish of skin. Your breath hitched. So that was why he had to go. Fair enough. You took a deep breath, turned the handle, and opened the door.

In the dimly lit room, Joel was seated in the chair with his legs spread wide. His strong, veiny hand was wrapped around his hard cock. He froze when you opened the door, pausing mid-stroke. You nearly scared him to death. He opened his mouth, but words didn’t come out. There was a look in your eyes that paralyzed him. He watched with bated breath as you closed the door behind you. You took your keys off the wall and suddenly he looked more embarrassed, like of course, that’s why you’re back.

He started to tuck himself away, but you shook your head, don’t. You stepped out of your shoes, and as soon as you pocketed your keys, you unbuttoned your pants. You took your underwear down with them and his eyes fell to your nakedness. He looked at you with his chest heaving, mouth watering, and rubbed his lips together as you crossed the room. He was holding his dick back against himself and cupping his balls with his other hand.

When you got to him, you widened your stance. You leaned forward and put your hands on his shoulders, then walked over his thighs. You stood there, hovering over his lap, then you took off your shirt and bra. One more step and you would be directly over his cock. “God damn, you’re hot,” he said to your tits, then took a deep breath.

“Heard you’re off the clock now,” you replied in a low, sexy voice.

“Guess I am,” he murmured, glancing up at your face.

You looked down at his stiff member, weeping with precum, and you wet your lips. He held it at attention for you and gently cupped your ass with his other hand. He gave it a light squeeze with his palm, prompting you to take that last step forward. His face looked about as needy as you were for his body on yours earlier. His cock looked delicious and its angry pink head was begging to be inside you. His girth was impressive, and it had been a long time for you, but you knew you could take him because you had never, ever been so ready. Your body yearned to be filled by his.

You lowered yourself onto him, and when his cock’s swollen head met your dripping entrance, you sighed as your body took him in. You sank right down, letting his girth spread you apart. You gasped when your bodies were flush and sighed as your body finished rearranging itself around him.

“Fuuck,” he breathed. He looked down at where your bodies met, then looked back up at you, astonished.

You gently rocked there, enjoying the fullness of him all the way inside you. His pubic bone, cushioned by neatly trimmed hair, rubbed against your clit and your pleasure built rapidly.

You began to lift and lower yourself on his rock-hard shaft and he grunted as his hips moved in rhythm with yours. Each time you claimed his full length, the tension inside you swelled. He looked back and forth between your eyes and mouth, then you kissed him. He eagerly accepted your mouth, and when your tongue parted his lips, he sucked with an, "Mmm." Your lips broke away only to whimper as you rode him, building quickly toward your orgasm. Your breath was hot against his cheek, and his against yours as you rode his thick cock. His head fell back with a moan.

“Easy. sugar. I’m not lastin’ long like this.” His voice amplified everything you were feeling. The next time you took his full shaft inside you, you stayed down and rocked your hips again.

“Fuck, you just feel too good,” he panted and a look of pain spread across his face. He held both your ass cheeks in his hands. His lips puckered with an exhale, his climax looming ever closer. You came down hard on his cock one last time and groaned as your tension released into something otherworldly. You clenched around him and a powerful flex of his strong arms abruptly lifted you by the ass, prying you off his cock.

He came as soon as his cock sprang out of you. Still in the throws of your own climax, you pulsed and moaned and and sat on his thighs watching the last of his cum dribble onto his uniform.

“Sorry,” he panted, catching his breath. He was self-conscious about the timing, even though you came.

“Shouldn’t have started without me,” you teased him. You sat there for a minute in silence and rested your head on his shoulder. He rubbed your back.

You asked him, “What were you thinking about?”

“Hmm?” he asked.

“When I walked in on you. What were you thinking about?”

He looked at the massage table. “How ‘bout I show you next time?”

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