33. Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter thirty-three
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It had been a hell of a week, and wrenching my back hanging a chandelier in the foyer of the house we were working on had just been the icing on the cake, but it had either been twist and try to keep a hold of it or drop the heavy thing.
Not only was it expensive, but it had been custom-made and taken forever so there was no way I was dropping it.
We finished up for the day, and by the time I made it to the house, it hurt to move.
I was trying to remember what the best treatment was for a pulled muscle—ice or heat, I could never remember—when I pulled in the garage.
I tried not to walk like I was in pain, but I didn’t really think I pulled it off.
I went straight to the fridge and pulled out a beer, and when I turned, Brennan was standing there looking at me. “What happened? Why are you wincing?”
“It’s nothing ibuprofen won’t fix,” I assured him, but he gave me a look that told me he wasn’t buying it. “I just twisted funny and pulled a muscle in my back. It’ll be fine, honest, Angel.”
“Let me see, Daddy.”
“There’s nothing to see. It just hurts a little.”
“Okay, dinner won’t be ready for an hour, but let me grab you some painkillers.”
“I carry some in the truck, and I already took some on the way home.”
“You know what? I have an idea. While we wait on dinner, let me give you a massage. I’ve heard I have pretty talented hands.”
“You won’t get any arguments from me,” I said. “Where do you want me?”
“Upstairs on the bed,” Brennan said.
I followed him up, trying not to wince as I walked up the stairs. “You strip while I grab a towel and some of the oils I saw in the bathroom. I don’t even know what you have all those for.”
“Hmm, maybe someday I’ll show you,” I teased. Then I did as he said and stripped off my clothes. “Boxers on or off?” I asked.
“Off,” he called back from the bathroom. He came back out with supplies, then he walked over to the bed and laid out an oversized towel, and motioned to it with one hand.
“Okay, lie down on your stomach, arms to your sides, and get comfortable.”
I did as he instructed and climbed onto the bed on my stomach, placing my arms down at my sides. I turned my head so that I could watch him as he got ready. He hadn’t turned on the bedroom light, and the sun was setting, giving the room a dim glow through the open windows.
“Relax,” he said as he moved to the side of the bed.
“Whatever you say, Angel.” Between the soft lighting and knowing that my boy was taking care of me, I was feeling pretty laid-back and was looking forward to my first massage in ages.
I didn’t think relaxing would be a problem at all, until I heard fabric rustle and looked over at him.
He was stripping off his clothes, and I chuckled.
“Angel, if you want me to relax, you getting naked probably isn’t the best idea. ”
He swatted my naked ass playfully and said, “You don’t worry about what I’m doing, Daddy. You just lay there and do what you’re told.”
“Oh my, feeling a little bossy there, aren’t you, Angel?”
“Yep, now you just let me take care of you.”
I heard a bottle cap flick open and took a deep breath, pleased with the strong vanilla smell mixed with jasmine. “That smells good. It’s one of my favorites,” I said.
I felt the bed dip as he crawled up on the bed with me, and I let my eyes drift shut, enjoying the anticipation of his touch. I heard him rubbing his hands together, warming the oil, and then felt him touch my shoulders.
“Mm...” I moaned out loud. He’d just started, and it already felt amazing.
He moved his warm hands over my back. Starting at my shoulders, he worked from the middle of my back out to my arms and then back in, changing up the pressure and stopping only long enough to add a little more oil.
He worked down to my lower back and spine.
Until he hit the sore spot that made me flinch.
“Ahh, there it is,” he said. He rubbed his hands over my lower spine to my sides, gently at first, then harder, working the knots out.
Once he was satisfied that he’d gotten rid of all of them, he warmed a little more oil in his hands and moved down over my exposed buttocks.
A low moan escaped my throat as his ministrations changed from therapeutic to something else entirely.
His fingers kneaded my flesh, causing me to have goosebumps.
His touch made my cock hard as his hands massaged my firm ass.
“Your body is so perfect,” he said. “I love the way your muscles are lean and strong instead of bulky like those guys at the gym. Yours are different because they come from hard work.” He stopped for a moment, and I opened my eyes and looked back at him.
He gave me a wicked grin and then resumed his massage over both sides and down toward the backs of my thighs.
He worked his warm hands over each leg and then back up from my inner thigh to the crease where my legs met my ass.
Each large circle brought his hands from low on my thighs up and around each cheek of my ass.
“Daddy,” he whispered.
“Yes, Angel.”
“Roll over,” he said, but I barely heard him. His voice had gone husky, and when I looked back over my shoulder at him, I saw that he was every bit as hard as I was.
I rolled to my back, and he wasted no time climbing up on top of me.
He swung his legs over me, then leaned down, giving me a kiss.
He picked up the oil and poured some in his hand, then grabbed my cock, giving it a couple of strokes to make it slick.
He grinned at me and said in a teasing tone, “This isn’t normally part of the massage, so you know, it’s only for special customers like you.
“There better not be any other customers, period,” I growled, and he laughed and tugged on my chest hair.
“That isn’t something you have to worry about.
” He positioned my cock at his hole, and I met his eyes and watched his face as he slowly lowered himself, taking me all the way inside his body.
I groaned, dropping my head back against the pillows.
He started to move, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed.
I placed my hands on his hips, gripping them tightly. It took everything in me not to take control and direct his movements. “Fuck Angel, this is so good. So fucking good.”
I watched him as he moved, his curls dancing around his face and his cock bouncing as he rode me.
“Oh shit, I’m going to come,” he gasped, increasing the speed of his movements.
He dropped his head back, gripping my thighs with his hands to steady himself, and cried out as streams of cum shot from his cock.
The combination of seeing him shoot hands-free with the tightening of his channel around my cock triggered my own release, and I held him still as I thrust up into him, reveling in the feel of his body around mine as I came.