Back in the Saddle

She turned back briefly, grabbing a bean-filled heating pad and handing it to him.

"What's this for?"

"To weigh it down," she laughed.

"It's a boner pad?" he asked in disbelief, picking it up.

She laughed again, unable to help it. "Well, it's technically a heating pad. You microwave it. I use it in my work sometimes when people have injuries. But guys get... well, you know. It happens plenty, and I use this."

He stared at it, as if imagining all the men who had used it before.

"It goes over the towel," she clarified.

He snorted, glancing up at her with a wry smile. "Yeah, I would hope so."

He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself, and began to flip over. Maggie turned away to give him some privacy, though all she could think about now was his dick. Such a beautiful dick. Girthy and long, almost a smidge too long for her, the way she liked it. Derrick had been a good, strenuous lover, she hadn't gone unsatisfied. But nothing had ever quite compared to JT's equipment and damn, did he know how to use it. During the months they were together she had grown used to the pure oblivion he could somehow hurl her into in a matter of minutes.

When she ventured a peek back at him he had laid back down and his breath was a little audible now. She wondered if he was nervous again. She certainly felt the flutters.

She moved to stand directly behind his head, slipping her hands under the base of his head to cradle his neck and knead the column with her fingertips. His eyes were open, looking up at her now, and suddenly the position felt too intimate.

"Close your eyes and relax, JT," she urged him, and he fought a smile, closing his eyes gently.

"You know, I don't go by JT anymore."

"Well, no way I'm calling you John."

He laughed that nice, deep rumble of his, smiling despite himself.

"Nobody ever called me Mags but you," she said gently, after a while.

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still closed, but he lifted one hand from his side and blindly found her forearm, wrapping his warm fingers around it and stilling her circling motions.

The electrical charge in the room changed in an instant, and she felt with the simple gesture that he had crossed the line she had been hoping he'd cross the whole damn appointment. And just like JT too, to make a move at the last minute when they barely had any time.

"Mind if I dim the lights a bit more?" she asked briskly, slipping her arms out of his grasp and moving already to the light panel.

"Uh, sure," he stumbled, and she could tell she had thrown him off.

She turned the lights to near darkness, going next to the stereo and slowly increasing its volume. By the time she clicked the lock to her room, she had slipped off her shoes and undone the tie of her scrub pants. It was quick work to divest herself of her remaining clothing, feeling like a risky teenager.

"Just relax," she hummed, hoping he kept his eyes closed as she neared. He breathed deeply, and her fingers grazed ever so lightly over the surface of the weighted pad, knowing he couldn't feel her touch through it.

Taking the utmost care, she hoisted one knee on the side of the massage table, leaning over him to grip the other side as she climbed atop him. As she did so, she slid the weighted pad down to the space between his calves, noting with a deep pleasure the outline of his thick erection under the towel.

"Whoa," he exclaimed in surprise, his eyes flying open to watch her as she settled to sit astride his thighs.

"This ok?" she asked, hoping the nervousness wasn't too obvious in her voice.

"Jesus, it's more than ok," he swore, his hands lifting to caress her legs. "Fuck, Maggie, you're gorgeous."

"I remember how much you always liked to curse," she laughed softly, reaching up to undo her ponytail, shaking out her chestnut waves.

"Yeah, sorry," he laughed without much humor, his fingers squeezing the soft skin of her upper thighs. Yes, that was what she wanted.

"Don't be," she replied. "It's sexy."

She started to move her hips against him, the towel still between them. It felt so good to be bad like this at work, felt simultaneously completely out of character and also like coming home to a version of herself she used to relish. The dim lighting gave her added confidence. She was sure her curves were a little rounder than they were six years ago, but JT had always loved her body.

If the way he was looking at her now was any hint, he still liked what he saw.

"Is this really happening?" he whispered reverently, and she bit her lower lip. Working up her courage, she moved over his erection, stroking its length with the heat between her legs. The fabric of the towel felt good against her sensitive flesh. She was so wet.

"It is, if you want it to," she murmured, lifting his hands from her thighs to place both over her breasts.

"God, yes," he swore, squeezing her breasts roughly. She laughed, reminded of his voracity in bed, his eagerness. JT barely knew how to make love, fucking was his domain. Five months of dating and she had just begun teaching him how to be gentle, how to savor. But gentleness was the last thing she wanted now.

Her gyrations over his crotch had shifted the towel, and she felt the difference in texture as she began grinding over his velvet hardness instead of the cloth. She kept going, a slow, steady pace, showing him what she wanted. His hands cupped her breasts, stroking and massaging them, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. A moan escaped her, and he hissed between his teeth.

"I've got a condom in my wallet," he ground out, his voice sounding harried. "But if I'm honest it's probably a decade old at this point."

She continued to stroke his length with her pussy, preparing him with her slickness. She felt his eyes intense on her body, but couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze just yet.

"I've got an IUD."

"Jesus, Mags," he swore again, his hips bucking once underneath her. Faintly she wondered how long it had been for him, if it had been anything near as long as her drought. May as well be honest, she thought. Get the best out of it.

"I haven't been with anyone in a long time," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the cascading piano melody. "I know I'm good. Are you good?"

His hands squeezed her breasts tightly, his body responding eagerly to her before his tongue even found the words.

"Yeah. I got tested at my last physical. Just in case. That was a couple of months ago and there hasn't been anyone."

At his 'yeah,' Maggie was already moving, coming up onto her knees to grip his erection in her hand and position it over her. JT was breathing heavily now.

"Good," she murmured, half reply to him and half commentary on the whirlwind of sensations she was experiencing. Feeling his slick head begin to slip into her, she released her hand and let herself sink down onto him fully.

"Fucking hell," he groaned as she bottomed out, his hands securing her waist to hold her against him. God, it felt so good. Better than she had remembered, better than any toy. Was there any feeling in the world that surpassed a massive cock fully inside her, with the promise of more to come?

She revelled in the feeling of it for a long moment, letting her head fall back as she breathed. She felt JT's fingers stroke the skin of her belly softly, and the intimacy of his touch reminded her that it was not just any massive cock inside of her, but his. The best lover she'd ever had, the closest she'd ever felt to flying.

Suddenly needing that flight again she began to move, slowly lifting and sinking onto him, finding the delicious rhythm like second nature. God, she felt so full.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Mags," JT whispered, his hands skimming all over her body now, and she laughed faintly.

"Yeah, sure. I'm hotter than ever."

His grip tightened on her waist almost painfully, and he shoved her down onto him abruptly. She gasped, her eyes flying open to find his gaze already boring into her. His hair was disheveled, his jaw clenched. This was the JT she remembered, fierce, intent on nothing but her pleasure and his own.

"You look exactly the same as you did that night. With the snow falling in your hair."

It wasn't at all what she had expected him to say, and in her surprise she paused in her movements.

He gripped her still, keeping her fully seated.

"After I left I got back in my car and I cried like a baby. Partly because I was afraid of all the shit Courtney told me, but partly because I had really, really wanted to see where it went with you, Maggie."

She was silent, feeling her own lips fall open as she looked down at him, blinking. She had never seen JT cry, never even imagined him capable of it.

"I've never had another woman like you my whole life," he went on, his voice enthralling and insistent, like a devotion. "You were so easy to be around, so funny, easy to talk to. And we were fucking connected in bed, Maggie. You know we were."

Maggie shivered at the word, afraid of how right he was.

He took a deep breath. "You were crazy for it, for me. I loved it. I could barely keep up with you, but damn I tried."

He smiled as he spoke, easing his grip, sliding his hands around to grip her bottom.

She felt mesmerized by his words, so much so that when he took her ass in his hands and lifted her again, as if to signal her to move, she faltered.

"You were the most I ever had."

He stopped, his eyes zooming back up to hers. They locked gazes, and in that moment, something shifted.

"The most ever," she whispered again, in some kind of trance.

His hips lifted against her in reply, thrusting in the narrow space between them.

A sound escaped her, and it urged him on. He lifted her higher, slipping his cock inside her over and over, his eyes drifting down to the place where he entered her.

"You missed this, baby girl?" he ground out, his thrusts taking on an edge.

She felt the shift again, the shift she had wanted. Away from this unnerving talk and towards the abyss, the pure sensation, pleasure so strong it was almost pain.

In lieu of an answer, she angled down onto him on his next thrust, and he groaned again.

"Grind on me some more, baby girl. Show me that pink little cunt. Show me how much you missed this cock."

His words were like gasoline, washing over the frantic nerves in her brain with a sweeping heat. She let it all drift away and came down onto his dick. She had missed it, her pussy so hungry for it, for him.

Her movements picked up, and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of his head as she tilted her hips to fuck him and grind against him at the same time, desperate for the friction. She needed to come now, needed it badly.

"Take it, Maggie. Take that cock," he groaned, and that was exactly what she was doing. She was fucking taking what she needed from him, and the realization tipped her over the edge. She gyrated furiously, impaling herself over and over on top of him, oblivious to everything but the feeling of his cock pressed so deep inside her. His hands were everywhere. One gripped her thighs, squeezing her ass, sliding in between her cheeks to stroke the place only he had ever been. The other alternated between her breasts, stroking, pulling. She felt her orgasm come at her full force, felt a whisper of fear at the intensity of it, white hot and all consuming.

He must have sensed it too, because he lifted his head, taking a breast in his mouth and sucking deeply, one hand slipping between them to caress her clit. She cried out at the exquisiteness of the feeling, no longer in control of the movement of her body as she rode him. It was endless, and she felt wave after wave of sheer liquid pleasure roil over her like some kind of high.

"So fucking pretty when you come," he groaned, as if to himself, and the curse made her buck again, the aftershocks of her orgasm sharp and tight. Her pussy milked him still, getting every last drop of her climax, holding him possessively inside her.

When she finally felt herself slide into the afterglow she sat up, leaning back and gripping his thighs for balance. His eyes went back to that place like she had known they would. He had always loved to fixate on his cock drilling into her. She lengthened her thrust against him, lifting off almost fully, hovering at the tip. It was about him now, it was about making him come meet her in that sacred place they had once known together.

He was close already, she could tell by his breath, frantic and wild, by his hands that no longer stroked her but instead tightened over her flesh, as if desperate to keep her from escaping. She let one hand drift behind her, bending back to take his balls in her gentle grasp. His back arched, his head thrashing from side to side as his own orgasm seized him.

"Come for me, baby," she beckoned. Talking had never come naturally to her in bed, but JT's words had reminded her how much he liked it.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he cried out, impaling her onto his cock with such force she could feel his hipbones dig into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She felt the warm surge within her with a savage satisfaction, like some kind of animal. Breathing hard, she bent over him again, his arms trying to pull her even closer.

Just then the chime of the timer sounded, interrupting the music. It was set to sound louder than the stereo, which she had already turned too high.

JT stiffened, coming off the table with her still in his arms, pressing her breasts into his chest as if to protect her from some imaginary danger.

"Is that an alarm? Is there a camera in here?"

Even through the daze of her pleasure-drenched senses she couldn't help but laugh as she pried herself away from him and stumbled off the table, feeling wetness drip down her leg.

"Time's up," she giggled, feeling giddy.

She turned off the timer, bending over as she fumbled in the towel rack to clean herself up, tossing a rolled towel vaguely in his direction. She heard the massage table groan as JT shifted his weight. Thankful the lights were still dim, Maggie reached for her clothes and began to hurriedly dress. An hour up meant her next client was already in the lobby waiting. Jesus Christ.

She was pulling her scrub top over her head awkwardly as the lights came up and she saw JT standing by the panel, in just his boxers. He was still staring at her in a kind of stupor.

"Sorry you didn't get a full massage," she laughed again, feeling like a teenager and yet suddenly flooded with embarrassment for practically seducing him.

"You kidding?" he laughed halfheartedly, reaching for his jeans and stepping into them.

Dressed now, she turned away with a degree of bashfulness as he fastened his jeans and pulled on his shirt. She saw her hair tie on the floor and bent for it, gathering her hair up again. She felt an unexpected wave of self-disgust. It was one thing to fuck him, but quite another to fuck him while was essentially paying her.

"Listen, JT," she began, moving around the room briskly to reset things. "I want you to know I, uh, I don't do this, ever. I'm not that kind of masseuse. I don't know what got into me."

"Some of that old Maggie, I guess," he answered, and she turned to him, confused. With the lights bright now, and the music off, the scene looked strangely prosaic. They were both fully dressed, nothing to give their tryst away but their mutual flush and labored breathing.

He smiled, his eyes wrinkling. "The old Maggie," he said again. "The one who blew me in my parent's basement closet when we were supposed to be looking for Pictionary. The one who rode me in the back of my old Volvo in December, with her coat still on."

Maggie laughed, feeling the surprised sound bubble up inside her chest. Then, unexpectedly, she frowned. "I guess I don't feel much like that Maggie these days."

"She's right in front of me, and damn how I missed her," he stated simply, reaching out a hand to her but letting it fall. He hesitated just the briefest of moments, taking a deep breath. "Maybe she'd let me take her to dinner sometime."

She winced. She knew it was nice of him to ask, but it still felt wrong to be asked just now, like it was some kind of extra payment for fucking him.

"No strings attached," he rushed, taking a couple of steps forward and shyly pulling her hand into his. "Absolutely none at all. I was going to ask even... before," he laughed, running his other hand in his hair. "Just dinner, and conversation. I'd be the perfect gentleman."

"You? A gentleman?" she scoffed, though her tone was gentle.

He laughed sheepishly. "You might be surprised. I just might be able to romance you now, Mags. That is..." he drifted off, as if realizing something. "That is, unless you're not... dating... right now. I can wait."

She felt a surge of gratitude for his attempt to acknowledge her strange situation, and squeezed his hand.

"Fine, dinner. But you have to get out of here, like now."

He grinned like a little boy, giving her hand a squeeze back. Distantly she realized she hadn't even kissed him. Damn, Maggie girl. Talk about horny.

"Give me your new number," he urged her, shoving his phone into her hands.

"How do you know it's changed?" she teased, entering herself as a contact.

"I tried your old one once," he shrugged, and she felt that thrill again.

"Can I call tonight?"

She laughed, pushing him towards the door. "Maybe. Yes. But right now you have to leave."

He grinned sheepishly, pretending to block the doorway and resist leaving. Maggie laughed, shoving him even harder.

"Morning, Maggie dear," a gentle voice said happily, and Maggie froze, turning to her regular client Mary Jane, a demure woman in her 60s.

"Oh, hi Mary Jane. I'm just now ready for you. Sorry I'm running late already." The words escaped her mouth in a frantic rush, and with a polite nod of the head JT slinked down the hallway, turning back to give her an apologetic grimace.

"No worries, dear," Mary Jane said softly. "I would certainly have taken my time with a man like that."

Maggie laughed nervously, leading Mary Jane into the room, her gaze darting frantically around, half expecting to see her bra somewhere.

"New incense fragrance, hmm?" Mary Jane asked mildly, moving behind the privacy screen to undress.

x

Maggie bit back a laugh, smelling the rampant sex in the air. She took a deep breath, turning the timer dial with fingers that trembled ever so slightly. Her day was certainly looking up.