Page 47 of Paddy

Pretty put her arms around my neck, looking like she needed to be kissed and I was just the man to oblige her. “How long did you say we had this boat for?”

“Until eight pm tomorrow. But like I said, could be longer if I need it. Would you like a tour?” At that, her sparkling brown eyes danced, indicating a yes.

Giving her a rundown of the yacht’s quarters, it wasn't long before we reached the primary place where we'd be sharing space.

“This is most likely where we’ll we be resting or playing. Or maybe just fucking and sucking,” I joked.

Wearing the grin of a sexually repressed minx, Pretty pulled at the belt of my trousers in an attempt to rip it through the belt holes. “Why wait? I'd like to do some of that sucking now. Take off your pants,” she managed to say through a bit lip.

“No,” I refused, pushing her hand away.

“Why not?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“You could blow me like this, or you don't blow me at all,” I said, firm on my boundary of not wanting to undress.

Pretty blew out of a breath she accompanied with an eye roll I was going to make her pay for. “I don't understand you sometimes. It felt like all the last times, you were just horny and couldn't wait long enough to undress, but now you're saying we're never going to have sex without your clothes off?”

It did sound strange when you said it out loud, but those had always been my terms. No one had ever questioned them until now.

“You're so confusing. You charter a boat to surprise me, but you won't even take your clothes off for me?”

“I always get you there, don't I?” I was aware that I was starting to sound offensive, but I wanted this night to go well. It was already heading in a direction I hadn’t planned.

“Yeah, but that's beside the point. Sometimes I just want to feel your skin on mine. I want to hold you while we make love. But I guess all you ever want to do is fuck me?—”

“Pretty,” I interrupted. “I'm going to level with you, and I'm going to need you not to speak until I'm done. Me not wanting to take my clothes off is more for you, not me.”

“What does that even mean?” Another interruption I was going to make her pay for.

“I told you that I got injured from my discharge. Well…I didn't come back the same. I've got a…” I stumbled, unable to help my stammer of having to say it out loud. “I’ve got a deformity that's not ever going away. This sight of it disturbs people. When you look at me, you see someone you're attracted to, not someone who makes you uncomfortable. And I really fancy being with you?—”

“Paddy, Ilovebeing with you. I'm sure it's not that bad?—”

“Pretty, trust me. It is. I’ve been called a pretty boy all my life, but…I ain't so pretty without my clothes on.” I admitted ashamed.

She sat up from the bed and cupped my face in her hands. “I just don't want you to look at me different,” I admitted weakly, unsure of where my voice went.

“Paddy, there's nothing about you that I could see that wouldevermake me change my mind about you. I don't just like your face. I don't just like your dick. I likeallof you. I want tobewith all of you. The way you are with all of me,” she said, as she leaned in for a kiss that I didn't return.

“I can't…” I said, catching my stammer. “I won't be able to do it. If you want my clothes off, you would have to do it.” My voice low and nervous, as she smiled longingly at me and pushed my suit jacket down my shoulders and onto the floor.

My breathing started hitching, as slowly, she undid each button on my dress shirt. Pulling the undershirt over my head, she bit her lip and ran her manicured fingers on my belt buckle. I had never been this scared before, not overseas, not even with Pa.

Pulling my belt from each individual loop, I nearly stopped her hand, but she bent down, easing some of the guilt and shame I felt by running her soft hands and gentle lips along my stomach. It was nice. Since my discharge, no one's really kissed my body lower than the neck.

I hadn't realized how much my body missed attention, but she hadn'tseenanything yet, and I doubt she would be this affectionate when she got to the real reason I didn't take my pants off for intimate partners.

Pretty teased, taking her time unbuttoning, then unzipping my trousers, as I had never been more grateful to have not forgotten my leg sleeve that was securely snug on my leg when she pulled down my pants. She pushed my bum into themattress, and I was sweating bullets, as the moment of truth was nearly upon us.

She started to roll the sleeve down, and I was reminded of the look on the face of thefirstwoman I’d been vulnerable with. There was so much shame, so much disgust. Honestly, it was the opposite of the look Pretty was giving me.

It could have been worse, but just below my lower thigh, my leg was mutilated, healed over but heavily charred from the accident. I didn't really appreciate what it was like to have even skin until my accident. Now, my other leg just stood as a reminder that this one was never going to look normal. It was all types of textures and colors that contrast greatly against my pale skin, and it went all the way down to just where my ankle and foot met.

Having Pretty see me like this, I genuinely felt like dying.

Pretty bent down and kissed where the damage was most severe, but didn't stop there, as her hands explored the worst of it. Outside of washing it, I never cared much for lingering at it and always opted for my sleeve to forget that it was there.

“Paddy, I think you're beautiful. And brave. If the world can't see that, it just ain't ready for you or worthy enough to have you.” She crawled on the bed to kiss me and all that tension of feeling like I was about to break finally overwhelmed with me.

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