Page 118 of Free Agent

Shit really was helping.

Today had been a hard day of trying to push through a flare-up to still have a productive practice session with the team. It had worked somewhat, but I was still paying the price now, with nerve pain that not much of anything could properly address.

Pain relievers, rest, and heat were my best remedies, and we already had all of those on deck now.

So I just relaxed into my bed, waiting for Rori to come back from doing her damn thirty-five step skin routine.

I… was glad she was here.

My family were really the only ones who had been up close and personal with these flare-ups, so having her here was a change of pace. Her visit was planned, just not around me being in debilitating pain. I’d tried to reschedule, knowing I wasn’t going to be much fun, but she insisted on coming anyway.

I hadn't expected her to show up with heated blankets, massage oils, and apparently a whole podcast worth of research she’d listened to on the four-hour drive up for the weekend.

She really fucked with me.

Good to know.

“All right,” she practically sang as she exited the bathroom with her face looking like a glazed donut, her hair tucked away under a colorful silk scarf, and wearing my shirt—looking fine as fuck. “Do you think you want to try the massage?” she asked as she approached the bed. “I know it’s kind of a fine line between helping and overstimulating, but you tell me. Do you think we should try it?”

I moved from my reclined position on the bed to one where she could access my shoulders. “I’ll never turn down a chance to have you rubbing all up on me, girl,” I chuckled. “Come on over here.”

“You’re a fool, you know that?” she giggled, stopping to grab the specific massage cream she’d brought with her. She explained everything that was in it as she straddled my back—magnesium, turmeric, all kinds of herbal remedies that addressed inflammation.

I closed my eyes, doing my best not to tense up.

At first it was painful, but as I relaxed and her hands continued their kneading, the pain began to slip away, leaving behind a pleasant tingle from the cooling effect of the oils in the cream.

“Man, this shit is good,” I commented. “What’s it called again?”

“I’d have to grab the container,” she said. “But I can leave it with you. I grabbed it from a little pop-up in Nectar before I drove down. The shop owner said it was good stuff, so I’m glad to hear it's working,” she added, climbing off.

I quickly grabbed her hand to keep her from getting too far as I turned over. “Where you going?” I asked, urging her to straddle me again, now that I was on my back.

“We already discussed this,” she laughed, but she climbed on anyway.

“Damn, a nigga can’t get a little hunching or nothing?” I asked, raising my hips to lift her up as she gave in.

“Stop it,” she said, planting her hands on my chest. “We don’t want to undo anything now that we’ve got you in a good place.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to get to an even better place,” I told her, grabbing onto the big, pretty thighs anchored on either side of me. “You feel that?”

I was referring to the reflexive hardening of my dick. There were only two skimpy layers of fabric between us—my boxers and her panties. Her pussy was practically calling me.

“How could I not feel that?” she said, leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips.

“Do something about it. I need a massage there too.”

Her laughter was warm against my mouth. “So, you’re just not going to let me do the right thing here?” she asked, and I shrugged.

“Look, if you don’t want to do it, that’s something I’m totally cool with. But if you’re holding back because you think you’re doing me a favor, we can get rid of these draws right now.”

She sighed. “So you don’t think it’ll make your pain worse? You’ve had sex during a flare-up before, and it was fine?”

“I tend to avoid people when I’m in a flare-up, so that’s never happened,” I admitted.

Her eyes went wide. “So you want me to be the test subject? Absolutely not.”

She started to climb off of me, but my hands went to her waist, holding her in place. “Chill,” I urged. “There’s a lot of space between my shoulders and my dick. I’m pretty sure it’ll be fine.”