Page 45 of Fractured Grief (Hope’s Ridge #2)

“Sometimes. We were young and inexperienced,” Seb sighed heavily. “But I want to try with you. I want to share this with you.”

Our eyes connected, and the sincerity in his expression nearly broke me—my big softy. I climbed up his chest to kiss his lips, needing our most basic connection.

“I love you, Seb. Thank you for being honest with me.” I kissed his mouth, his cheeks, even his eyelids as I loved on this beautiful man, who was all mine .

“I love you, Indy. I’ve loved all we’ve shared so far, and I’m sure I’ll love this too, because it’s you.” His large hands caressed my cheeks as he kissed me back. I melted into him.

Our kisses quickly turned heated, now that we’d gotten the talking out of the way. I didn’t comment when Seb’s hands roamed over my body and gripped my ass cheeks. I loved being in his possessive hold, and the feel of his hands on my skin quickly brought me right back to the edge.

My cock was achingly hard between my legs as Seb manhandled me, rubbing me against him. The defined muscles of his abs brushed over my cock as I leaked onto his stomach. I had to pull back and calm myself, or this would be over before I even got inside him.

I wriggled out of Seb’s hold and down his body.

I nestled myself between his thighs once again.

I didn’t waste any time and licked up his shaft and sucked him down in one fluid movement.

Seb bucked under me, pushing his cock deeper into my throat that I had to pull off as tears pricked my eyes.

It was wet and sloppy as I brought Seb back to that edge with me.

I continued to play and lick his cock and used the copious amounts of saliva dripping down my chin to coat my fingers as I started playing with his hole. I rubbed and teased the furled skin, all the while sucking on his cockhead.

“Too much, but not enough,” Seb panted, his face flushed, eyes blown with desire. “Need more. Need you in me.”

I scrambled off the bed and rummaged through the bedside drawer for the lube and was back between his legs in no time.

“No condoms.” It was a statement rather than a question. His were out of date and had no hopes of fitting me, and I didn’t have any, but I thought it was important to mention and acknowledge .

“I want to feel all of you. I want you to mark my insides.” His words had me groaning and grabbing the base of my cock to hold back my pleasure.

He’d done that to me just yesterday, and it’d been hot.

But it was not something I’d ever really thought about until now, and I found I liked the sound of it a whole lot.

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 bottomed out 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.”

“I can tell.” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly taking in my flushed and naked chest. This was the most playful and smug I’d seen him.

“Yes, well, at least we locked the door,” I countered. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I’m naked and would really appreciate it if you could either leave, pass me something to cover up with, or close your eyes so I can return to Seb.”

Lyric looked like the cat who got the cream as he tapped at his chin in thought. “What if I don’t want to close my eyes,’ he added, playfully.

I knew Lyric was stirring, but if Seb heard him say that, Lyric would probably be fighting off his fists.

As soon as I thought it, Seb’s large frame came into view behind Lyric, covered in a checkered dressing gown, and scowled.

“Lyric,” Seb rumbled his name in warning, causing Lyric to jump.

“Shit! You move quietly for such a big guy,” he muttered and took a few steps away from Seb. But that meant he moved closer to me, which made me nervous. Not because he would do anything, but because I was naked.

“I was just teasing,” Lyric said, cautiously, rolling his eyes. “Come on, you know Indy’s hot, but I’d never do anything to make either of you uncomfortable intentionally.” Lyric held his hands up in the universal sign of surrender.

I watched as Seb’s jaw clenched, and he sneered menacingly at Lyric’s words.

“Seb, it’s fine,” I implored him to look at me. He did.

“It was my fault for running around naked. I should put some clothes on.” I breathed in all the confidence I could muster and continued, “If one of you could grab me some clothes, I’d appreciate it.

I’m getting cold.” Seb went to move, but Lyric beat him to it and ran from the room, shouting, “Let me.”

Seb made his way to me, slowly. I shook my head at my protective giant. “You should be using your cane, especially with that muscle twitching,” I said with all the admonishment I could muster as I smacked his chest.

He grumbled and came to stand behind me, undoing his dressing gown and pulling me to him so he could wrap it around my front. All Lyric would be able to see now was my head.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, voice husky. “No one sees you naked, except me.” He bit at my throat, marking me, and eliciting a moan from me as he held me possessively against his chest.

I loved the feeling of being in his arms, surrounded by his scent. His possessiveness did weird things to my insides, and my cock twitched even though Lyric would burst back in any moment.

As if my thoughts conjured him, he came in carrying a pile of my clothes and a large towel. “I didn’t know which you’d prefer, and I wasn’t going to fish around for your underwear. So, it’s either sweats or a towel.”

“Towel, please. Thanks, Lyric.” I went to reach my hand out for the towel when Seb growled and held me tighter to him.

“Just put it on the counter and leave.” His voice was much lower than usual. Lyric must have known not to push as he did as Seb asked.

“I’ll just be upstairs,” he said and hurried off.

“You scared him.” I smacked his chest again.

“Good,” he grunted, waiting to be sure Lyric had left before grabbing the towel and wrapping it around me. He shuffled me protectively back to the bedroom and closed and locked the door.

I dropped the towel once we were alone and nudged Seb to sit on the bed so I could climb into his lap and kiss the fuck out of him.