Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

GREY SWEATS JESS

Luke guided me gently toward the bed, his large hand steady and sure across the small of my back. I followed without resistance, a faint heat rising in my cheeks as he pulled back the covers and gestured for me to lie down.

"On your back," he murmured, his voice low, almost coaxing. I hesitated, clutching the towel wrapped snugly around me. Luke's eyes softened, his fingers brushing against my arm réassuringly. "Trust me, babe." I sank onto the bed with a deep breath, letting the tension seep out of my body. Luke reached for a pillow and slid it beneath my knees, adjusting it until I felt perfectly supported. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands gliding over my ankle with a featherlight touch that sent a shiver up my spine.

"Relax," he murmured, unscrewing the cap of the massage oil. The warm and calming scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the room. I closed my eyes, focusing on the soft flicker of candlelight behind my lids, the distant hum of night sounds outside the window, and the quiet creak of the bed beneath his weight.

His hands were warm as he began with my feet, the oil slick and soothing against my skin. At first, his touch was light, exploring, as though mapping out the areas that carried the most tension. Then, he pressed deeper, his thumbs kneading into my arches. 0.00%

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I couldn't hold back the small gasp that escaped when his thumb found a particular spot beneath the ball of my foot. A ripple of pleasure shot up my leg, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Luke chuckled, a deep, rich sound that filled the room like a caress. "I knew you'd cave," he teased, his grin audible in his voice.

"I didn't cave," I muttered, though the breathiness of my tone betrayed me.

"You did," he countered, his grin now visible as I dared to peek at him through half-lidded eyes. The way he looked at me smug and entirely too self-assured-should have been infuriating, but all I could focus on was the feel of his hands working magic on my feet.

His fingers moved up to my calves, his touch firm yet careful as he kneaded the tight muscles there. My body surrendered to the blissful sensation, each stroke of his hands drawing out a sigh, a moan, a whispered "Luke."

"Here?" he asked softly, his fingers finding another sensitive spot just beneath my knee.

of pleasure rolled through me. The sensations were

his hands continuing their path up and down my calf in

my voice a little shaky from

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intensity of his touch.

you," he

stroke of his hands, I felt the world's weight melt away, replaced by the warmth of his touch, the comfort of his presence, and the growing heat between us. Luke didn't rush or push; he let his hands speak for him, each movement reverent and intimate. My mind quieted for the first time in weeks, and

This moment.

Us.

thighs with the same deliberate care that had me melting into the bed.

couldn't shave because..." I mumbled, but Luke shushed me. I don't care,

hands and the way he seemed

a particularly tight spot. I felt a twinge of self-consciousness for not keeping up with my old routines, but Luke

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the need to make me

paused, lingering a little longer at the curve of my thighs, I cracked an eye open to see him no

doing?" I asked, my voice sounding a little too breathy for my

didn't answer right away. Instead, he tilted his head, studying me with that maddening, unreadable expression of his. Finally, he smirked, his lips twitching with.amusement, and I

my forehead. "Nice sweats," I said, refusing to look directly at