Page 61 of Zero Pucks

I flicked it, and I was close enough now I could see his dick pulse in his boxers, creating a small tent.

“You’re into the striptease?”

His voice was ragged when he said, “I’ve never seen one, but I could definitely be persuaded to watch a few more.”

I was emboldened. Still shit-scared of what might come next, but with him, it was so damn easy. I pulled down my zipper slowly, watching the hunger in his eyes grow. My dick was straining now, and with a single turn of my hips, it would slip through the slit and show itself off.

The little slut.

I palmed myself gently as I used my free hand to shimmy my jeans just below the curve of my ass. “And that’s where the sexy ends. I have to sit for the next part.”

“I can be patient,” Amedeo said, his voice still thick with lust.

I nodded, scratching at my stomach. I was procrastinating. “Um. I don’t know how much you remember about getting naked in bed together?—”

“Almost nothing,” he said. He sounded sad about it. “I remember you telling me it was too hot for clothes, but the rest is blank.”

Nodding, I felt my jaw tense against my will, and I did my best to convince my muscles to relax. “It’s not, uh, the prettiest part of me. The scars are bad. I didn’t have one of those nice, clean elective amputations?—”

“Elective amputations?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Not going to give an anatomy lesson tonight,” I told him. “I just wanted to warn you it looks…freaky to some people.”

I thought maybe he’d blow me off like the rest of them did. To wave his hand and scoff and say no part of me could be freaky.

He didn’t.

“Just tell me if there are any parts that are painful if I touch them, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

My heart throbbed in time with my dick, and I turned quickly so he couldn’t see the look on my face. It would give me away entirely, and that would for sure send him running. My ass hit the bed so hard my teeth clicked, nearly taking off the tip of my tongue, and I took a fortifying breath before tugging my pants down. They pooled at my feet, and I left them there as I went to press the vacuum button on each side of my sockets.

The release was more than pleasant. It was damn near erotic. The ends of my limbs plumped a little as I eased the sockets off, and I stared down at my socks. I was wearing thick padding because they’d been sore as fuck over the last week, and hell, maybe I could leave them on.

Then Amedeo flicked me on the back of the shoulder. “Clothes.”

“You’re still in boxers,” I pointed out.

He stuck his foot against my side and dug his toes into my hip. “You can take mine off if you want.”

I shivered with need. That was incentive enough. And there was no point in delaying the inevitable. If my body was too different for him to want me, then it was. I would have to live with that.

Turning back away, I dug my fingers under the elastic band of my first sock, but before I could roll it down, I felt Amedeo shift. The bed shook a little, and then I felt him pressed against me. His cock was hard, digging into my ass. His naked chest was warm as it pressed against my back.

His hands wriggled under my arms, then splayed out wide on my stomach.

“Tell me this is okay,” he murmured.

“It’s okay.” My voice was rough and ragged, catching in the back of my throat. I had never felt like this before. Not once. Not ever. My hands shook as I rolled my layers of socks down, and then I flexed the very short muscles at the end of my limbs.

Was he watching?

No. He had his nose pressed to the center of my spine.

“Will you look at me?” I asked. I needed to know. I needed to see his face when he did.

He nodded. “Turn around.”

If I did, I would be nearly straddling him. My limbs were short and would barely reach up to his thighs, but it would give him the full view.

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