Page 49 of The Wounded Warrior

Rory’s eyes were the brightest thing he’d ever seen and they were fastened on him.

He stared right into pure pleasure, urging the man to let go, to give in to this ramped-up thing between them. Luke wanted Rory to come way more than he needed to.

“Fuck, man. No one’s ever made me… No one.”

“Come on, man. I want to see. I want to feel it.”

“I want to suck you off. Taste you.” Rory’s voice proved he was so close.

“Oh, yeah. I want all the things. I want to see you all naked and stretched out on a bed.”

“I could ride you like a prize pony, I swear to God.” Each word got louder and by the end, Rory had lost it, shooting all over his wrist and hand.

Oh, Jesus. He panted, watching Rory’s face. So damned beautiful.

Rory leaned into the sofa, resting hard, blinking at him. “Damn.”

“That was hot as fire.” Luke wasn’t sure what the clean-up etiquette was. Licking was probably premature at this point.

“Uh-huh.” Rory watched him for a second, then grabbed his hand and shocked the living fuck out of him by licking his fingers clean.

Well, that was as good as an endorsement for disease-free as he’d ever seen, so Luke took a kiss. A long, deep one.

Fuck, Rory tasted like heaven—salty, male heaven. Lukeknew he was hooked right through the balls. He wasn’t gonna be able to let this go easily.

“You next, hmm? You want my mouth?”

“Oh.” He’d be an idiot to say no. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I promise to take it easy with both of us.”

“Then I’m all over it.” Luke was in all the way.

“Lean back, cowboy. I need you.”

Cowboy. It sounded so weird. But Luke loved it. He leaned back on his elbows, giving access. Rory got his jeans open, then leaned down and nuzzled the tip of his dick, the sudden contact stealing his breath.

His muscles pulled up tight, and Luke had to breathe a moment to let everything relax again.

“You tell me if there’s anything you don’t like, Luke.”

“I will, I promise.” He stroked Rory’s hair, encouraging, and Rory took the hint, opening around his cock, tongue flicking the tip.

He shook a little, eyes wide while he watched. Lord have mercy. Was this really happening to him? Really? This beautiful man wanted him, didn’t think his mass of scars was… Well, okay, Rory hadn’t seen many of them. The thought had him deflating and Rory glanced up.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. No, I’m thinking too much. I—my scars aren’t pretty.”

“Well, let me see them, and we’ll get that part over with.” Just as logical as shit and full speed ahead, wasn’t he?

Luke bit his lower lip, then nodded. Okay, why not? That way, if it was all over he was done now and not when he was too far gone and had blue balls.

Rory knelt on the floor and worked Luke’s boots off, so fucking careful, and he found himself trembling.Rory grabbed one foot, thumbs sliding over the bottom as he stared up. “You tell me if I hurt you, man. I’m not into pain.”

“No, me either.” He could do this. Hell, he wanted this so bad he might bust. So he needed to suck it up and breathe. Luke did, in and out.

The few minutes it took for Rory to take off his jeans, to bare him, were some of the longest of his life. He caught himself squeezing his eyes shut, not even breathing as he waited for Rory to say something.

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