Addicting Love

| F I F T Y - F O U R |

Brooklyn's POV:

I let out a low hum as I dragged my finger tips along Freddie's chest, tracing over his tattoo there. I smiled at the sight of it; tracing over the little bee tattoo.

I dragged down between his pecs but looked up at him when I felt his flex a flinch for a second.

I tilted my head back and furrowed my eyebrows. "Are you hurt?" I asked.

"No love." He said, then pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Freddie." I whispered.

"I'm sore baby. Kalen begged me to try this new chest and bicep workout." He sighed and looked back up at the ceiling.

I hummed, then crawled away from him and got off the bed.

"Where are you going princess?" He asked.

I bent over and opened the bottom drawer to the dresser and grabbed the bottle of that massaging oil then walked back over to him.

"Want me to help you loosen up?" I asked.

He grinned. "Fuck, I love you."

I got on top of him, sitting on his torso, then clicked open the bottle and put some oil in the palm of my hand, then began to rub the heel of my hand into his left pec.

He closed his eyes and tucked his arm behind his head, holding a small smile on his face.

He didn't seem to flinch when I touched that same spot again. Why did he flinch like that then? Fred doesn't get hurt that easily.

I pressed the palm of my hands to his chest and leaned over, kissing him. "You got big muscles." I whispered.

"Really?" He hummed.

I smiled as I sat back up, beginning to massage his chest again.

I think he's liking it.

He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes, squeezing them a little as he stifled a grunt.

"Freddie—"

"Right here Bee." He moved my hand up to the top of his shoulder where I felt a knot.

He trailed his fingers up the side of my arm, putting it on my side of my rib age, then put his other hand on the other side of me. His eyes focused in on my boobs, that I was pushing together a little since my hands were together.

His thumbs rolled over the sides of my boobs and my nipples somehow hardened even more. He let out a hum of a chuckle. "You got the cutest little tits Bee." He whispered and kept his eyes on my boobs.

My cheeks basically burnt my skin as my hands faltered a little, then they moved again.

He lifted his head a little, enough to press a kiss to my nipple, then laid back against the pillow and looked up at my eyes.

I rubbed my hands down to his left bicep and started circling my thumb into the muscle, trying to break up some tension.

"Do you ever need aftercare?" I whispered. He looked at me, a little confused. "Like, I need water, and rubs on my back, and praises. I need a lot of things... but you never get anything. That's wrong."

"My aftercare is taking care of you." He said. "That's what I like doing princess. Getting you food or running a bath."

"But nothing happens towards you." I said.

"Sometimes I'll lay my head on your chest and you'll play with my hair. And you give me lots of kisses and are always attached to me. That's what I like."