Page 83 of Fractured Grief
I quickly coated my fingers and went back to toying with his ass until it softened for me, and I could slip one finger inside. I continued to lick and suck on Seb’s cock as I pushed my finger in and out. Loving the way he moaned each time my finger entered him. Soon, I was able to add a second and made sure to scissor them like he’d done to me. I crooked my fingers, searching for that mysterious bundle of nerves. When I finally found it, Seb’s answering curse was music to my ears.
“Holy fuck,” Seb panted. “What the fuck. That feels amazing.” He bucked and writhed as I teased his prostate before adding a third finger. Seb was pushing back against me, finger fucking himself, as he bucked wildly, completely lost to the pleasure I was giving him.
“Enough. Enough. I need you, Indy,” Seb panted, still rocking slowly on my fingers.
I grabbed more lube and coated my cock and added a bit more to his hole. I moved into position and shifted his legs up and into his chest, encouraging him to hold them for me. I gripped my cock and lined myself up. I pushed in slowly. We both groaned as I was sucked into his tight heat. I’d never expected it to feel like this. He was so tight and hot, I was panting as I bottomedout inside him.
“Oh my God, Seb. You feel amazing,” I moaned, gazing into his eyes, to ensure he was okay. Seb writhed beneath me, his breathing ragged.
“I need you to move. Please, Indy,” Seb hissed as he circled his hips, making me shift inside him.
I took that as the permission I needed and started to slowly pull out before pushing back in. We quickly found a rhythm, and Seb was pushing up to meet me, thrust for thrust. Using my strength, I pushed Seb’s legs up higher and thrust back into him. His answering screams of pleasure meant I’d found my target. The litany of curses and groans coming from Seb was next level.
“Oh fuck, Indy. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yessssss,” he hissed. His giant cock erupted all over his chest. His body clamped down on me so hard, I had no choice but to follow him over the edge.
“Yes, Seb,” I groaned, thrusting once, twice, and unloading inside him before collapsing on top of him. I was floating, completely overcome by euphoria. We lay like that for a while. I had no idea how long before Seb shifted, probably uncomfortable from the position and cum drying on his skin.
“I’d say we should clean up, but I don’t think my limbs work,” I said against his skin.
His answering chuckle was loud under my ear.
“Agreed. That was incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that.” I glanced up to meet his eyes.
“Really?” I felt my cheeks flame, as pride I didn’t know I had, welled inside me.
“Really,” Seb added emphatically. “But I do need to move as my leg is twinging.”
His words kick-started my brain, and I hopped off him and quickly helped him sit up.
“Show me where?” I asked, already in PT mode, ready to assess and help.
“It’s just above my knee.” We both looked at the area and noticed the muscle in his thigh was visibly twitching like it did at our first at-home appointment.
“Can you feel it?” I asked, pressing on the muscle and starting a gentle massage.
“Not really.” Seb closed his eyes. “I can’t feel the twitching, but it’s like a dull pinch or pulling every few seconds. It doesn’t match the rate of the pulsing, though, if that makes sense.”
“It does. I’ll need to massage it.” I didn’t have my kit with me, so I scrambled to think of what I could use for massage oil. “Let me clean you off first. Then I can massage you.”
Hopping up, I grabbed a cloth from the bathroom and ran it under warm water. Coming back into the room, Seb was lying back down, with one foot on the floor and the other leg bent on the bed. It gave me a great view of his lightly furred ass. I made quick work of wiping down his chest, cock, and then his hole. He squirmed as I rubbed over his hole.
“You, okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, just sensitive. But it feels good. I can feel your cum leaking out of me.” His words hit me square in the chest, and my cock twitched, already hardening for round two.I gazed down at his leaking hole, and sure enough, it was trickling out. Fascinated, I ran my finger over the furled skin, gathering the cum and pushing it back inside.
Seb moaned and squeezed his eyes shut.
He looked debauched in the best of ways, and he was all mine. My cock was hard and ready to go, but I couldn’t get distracted.
I kissed the tip of his hardening cock and did one more swipe of the cloth over his hole. “As much as I’d love to go again, I need to massage your muscle before we do anything else. I’m just going to grab some oil.”
I left the room to the sound of Seb’s broken-off groan.
I hurried into the kitchen, still completely naked, and rummaged through the cupboard until I found some olive oil. This would work.
As I stepped back into the living room, the front door opened. I shrieked and ran back to the kitchen to hide my nakedness behind the counter.
“Ah, hi Lyric,” I said, feeling my face heat. “We didn’t expect you home so soon.”
