Page 93 of Fractured Grief
“Are you tired? How about I give you a massage? Do you have your oil here?” I asked, noting the bag he used to bring to our appointments by the door.
He gazed over his shoulder in shock. “You want to givemea massage?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t help the smile that lifted my cheeks at his beautiful blush. “It wouldn’t be as good as the ones you do, but it might help you relax. You deserved to be treasured.”
Indy stretched up on his toes to kiss my lips, and I melted into him. I quickly turned him around and deepened the kiss. Indy groaned into my mouth.
With great effort, I pulled back and traced his swollen lips with my thumb. “Later,” I promised. “First, let me pamper you.”
I went to his bag to rummage for the massage oil. Indy stayed, frozen to the spot, tracing his lips with his fingers.
“Hey, you with me?” Snapping him out of his haze, I led him up the stairs to the bedrooms. He gestured to the door on the right, and we entered the simple space. The room just had a dresser, a queen-sized bed—that would be a tight fit—and two bedside tables. It wasn’t decorated, and all the colors were neutral. I wondered if Indy didn’t have much stuff, or if the place came like this. It was a bit drab, and nothing about it screamedIndy.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I led Indy to the bed and had him sit down. I quickly knelt to remove his socks and rubbed along the bottom of his feet.
The cutest squeak popped out of him as he jerked his foot back. “Hey, that tickles!”
“I thought you might be ticklish when you left me to Hazel’s mercy during our tickle fight. I’d say it’s time for payback, but I want to spoil you first.”
His stunning smile stretched across his whole face. It was infectious and had me smiling in return. I made quick work of his pants, shirt, and thermal layers, and soon he was lying spread out on the bed in just his delectable little panties.
These were tiny red satin boy shorts that hugged his package perfectly. I was so tempted to forget all about the pampering and devour him right there.
“I’d almost forgotten about your little secret. I think you need to model a few more of these for me. But first, let me help you relax,” I whispered into his ear, tracing the edgeof those tantalizing panties, before diving in for one more kiss.
Indy groaned so sweetly into my mouth, bucking up into my touch. His body begging for more. “Soon,” I hissed. “Roll over.”
Indy did as instructed, and I was met with the sight of his perfect peach encased in satin and ribbons. I’d thought these were just plain red satin panties, but how wrong I was. The back was split in a V shape from the top of his hips down to his taint, and in that V were crisscrossed red ribbons that ended with a tied-off bow at the top of his gorgeous ass.
“You’re going to kill me with these,” I groaned, willing myself to calm down. I gripped his firm cheeks, because how could I not with a sight like that?
I decided they were too delicious and distracting to keep on, so I lifted the edges and had him wriggle out of them. I’d decided on a personal torture theme for the night, as just him wriggling out of those panties and exposing each tight butt cheek had my cock twitching in my jeans.
“Linen cupboard?” I asked, knowing I needed a towel or two to cover his distracting peach and to protect the bedding. He just laughed and pointed to the hallway.
I hobbled off and came back with three towels. I had him hop up and lay one down on the bed, one over his ass and one for the wipe down afterwards.
Once Indy was comfortable again, I warmed some oil in my hands. “You have to tell me if I’m too heavy or if I’m doing something wrong,” I joked as I climbed on top of himand straddled the towel on his ass. “Just try and relax and enjoy.”
Indy groaned as I worked his muscles from his neck and shoulders down his back. By the time I’d made it to his lower back, he looked completely blissed out. A sense of pride rose inside me as I gazed at this beautiful man who deserved the world. If he looked like this every time I gave him a massage, then I vowed to give him one every day. I kept stroking and kneading his muscles until he was covered in oil from head to toe. He’d almost fallen asleep as I took my time to touch every part of his body.
Once I finished, I wiped off the excess oil, but he was still quite greasy.
“How about a shower?” I asked, and he blinked his eyes blearily at me.
“Shower?” he questioned. He was blissed out.
I smiled and stroked his cheek, “You’re covered in oil, Sunshine. A shower might be a good idea.”
He exhaled a large breath as he rolled over to sit up. “Go slow,” I said as I offered him a hand up.
“That was incredible, Seb. Thank you.” He kissed my cheek and laid his head on my bicep.
“I’m glad.” Pride puffing up my chest.
“You’re right, a shower would be a good idea. Unfortunately, my shower is tiny, and I don’t think you’d even fit, let alone both of us,” he added as a pout crossed his face. “We’ll have to take turns.”
“No problem. You go first,” I said as I watched his lithe naked body strut out of the room and into the attached bathroom.
