The Arrangement

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Blair

"Oh god that feels so good" I practically groan as Lennox kneads his fingers into the perfect spot on back.

I can literally feel all the tension I've been feeling and holding onto working its way out of my muscles and joints with every perfect pressure point he hits.

When he told me to get undressed and lay on the bed this was definitely not what I was expecting. Yet I'm not disappointed in the slightest as his hands seem to work magic on my body. If anything it's like he knew exactly what I needed before I really did.

It's not just the massage though, it's the whole atmosphere he's created around us that has me practically comatose, creating a kind of cocoon of tranquility around us. One that I'm utterly engulfed in.

The blinds and curtains are closed plummeting the whole room in complete darkness and shutting out all the chaos that's taken over my world recently. The only light coming from the numerous flickering candles he's lit and scattered around the room. Each of them filling the air with comforting autumn scents that blend together effortlessly.

Spiced cinnamon and apple, a hint of cedar wood, all of them providing a comfort that fills the air and settles deep within me. It's the kind of scent that evokes memories of cozy evenings wrapped in blankets, of leaves crunching underfoot, and of the comfort found in shared silences and whispered conversations.

If that wasn't enough, soft soul music flows through the room from speakers I didn't even know existed.

Here, in this room, there is only the warmth of candlelight, the intoxicating aroma of autumn, the music that cradles my senses, and Lennox's hands, working with a tenderness that speaks volumes.

Everything is perfect, I practically melt into the bed as somehow it all feels healing. Not just physically but emotionally too.

"You've been holding out on me" I mumble, my tone heavy from the deep relaxation my body has slipped in to.

But just like every other time I've said something, he doesn't respond, instead the bed shifts as hold oiled hands roam over my skin with a firm yet skilled pressure that has me groaning out loud for about the millionth time since he started.

There's no denying that it's all very intimate but not in the standard sexual way it's more sensual. Like he's paying particular attention to every inch of my body, almost worshiping it with his undeniably skilled hands.

And I also can't deny I'm 100% here for it.

'Rain' by The Teskey Brothers plays as Lennox's hands move from my back down to my legs. First massaging my calf's but it's when they travel up to my thighs that I feel things shift.

I try to focus on the music, the candles, the comforting scents of autumn, but my attention keeps returning to the proximity of his hands to my core. Each brush of his fingers against the sensitive skin of my thighs sends ripples through me, a reminder of the thin line between relaxation and desire.

When his fingers graze the apex of my thigh, it's as if a spark ignites within me, a flash of heat that I can't ignore. My body responds instinctively, shifting slightly in an unconscious invitation, a silent plea for more. It's a movement that's as involuntary as breathing, driven by a need that feels both unfamiliar and exhilarating.

In this moment, I'm torn between the soothing balm of his touch and the growing intensity of my own desire. It's a delicate balance, one that leaves me teetering on the edge of something deeper, something more profound.

There's a pause, a beat where time seems to stretch, and I wonder if he's sensed the shift in my demeanor. Has he noticed the way my breathing has deepened, or the subtle tension in my muscles as I anticipate his next move? In this suspended moment, I'm filled with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty, a tantalizing blend of hope and hesitation.

The bed shifts slightly and I shudder runs through me as I feel his breath skirt across the side of my face as he whispers in my ear. "You can roll onto your back now."

He sounds so calm and unphased by all of this, as if it's having absolutely no effect on him at all. Whereas I definitely cannot say the same.

Like I'm sure anyone else would, I attempt to roll over with as much grace as I can but of course what I want to happen doesn't go to plan at all as I begin to roll and come face to face or well face to dick as my eyes land on Lennox standing beside the bed. Now topless and his grey sweatpants outlining the bulge of the very evident erection that he's sporting. That just causes my ability to function like a normal human being to go straight out the window and to look like a struggling tortoise instead. 

It's not graceful or dignified in the slightest and I'm sure as the towel gets caught beneath me and I completely expose myself, that not just my face but my whole body turns an embarrassing shade of crimson. 

Lennox doesn't mock me or make me feel any more humiliated than I already do. Instead a slight smirk tugs at his lips as he helps to reposition me and my towel. Then as if nothing has happened he returns to massaging me with that expertise he seems to have. 

I try as hard as I can to melt back into that tranquility I was feeling before but it's impossible when I can see him now. Instead I find myself watching him intently becoming completely transfixed by him. Like the way his muscles flex as he applies pressure, the shadows that are cast over his skin from the flickering of the candle light. 

It's all so much, too much that with each brush of his hands it becomes almost torturous. I can't help but tense every time his hand slides to a sensitive part of my skin that practically becomes anywhere he touches. Within no time at all I'm quite literally squirming on the bed, yet he seem completely oblivious to it as his expression remains stoic. 

Yet every single one of my senses seems to be heighten all at the same time. Like the way the scent of the candles makes my nose feel like it's tingling, each touch from him causing my body to erupt in goosebumps. The sound of the flickering candles almost becoming deafening as I see every single flicker and the shadows that dance around the room. My mouth goes completely dry and suddenly I am so desperate for him to relieve the throbbing in my core I almost want to cry out and beg him to all manner of insanely dirty things to me. 

I've lost my mind. 

That's definitely what's happened. 

So in an attempt to calm myself I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I'm driven further and further towards a kind of desperate that is becoming all too impossible to cope with.