Page 50 of The Wounded Warrior

The words didn’t come, though. Touch did. Rory ran deliciously warm fingers up along his thighs, not avoiding his scars, the horrible places where muscle was gone, ripped and torn up.

His heart slammed, rocketing against his ribs, and he fought his urge to shove Rory away, cover up. Scream. He’d been a soldier, damn it. He’d been able to do anything and now he was this scarred fucking freak and…

“God, you smell like heaven.” Wet heat slid up his inner thigh and his eyes popped open.

He stared down at Rory, who seemed completely absorbed in him, not at all put off. His heart thundered, but he couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop the rise of his cock.

“Is this okay?” Rory spread his thighs, hands gentle as fuck. The touches never stopped, lighting his nerves up with fingers that never asked for more than pleasure.

“Yes. Yeah, it’s good.” His voice sounded blown. Raw.

“Rock on.”

The sight of Rory wrapping wet lips around his sac and sucking one ball hit way before the sensation.

Then both kicked in, and he panted, his body going into overdrive. “God. Rory. That feels so good.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Oh fuck. He felt that sound everywhere. Every-fucking-where.

Luke arched as much as he could without pulling anything tender. Now he had a new goal at physical therapy.

He wanted to fuck Rory’s mouth, take those sweet parted lips good and hard. Luke wanted to do all the things, but he knew he had to take it easy this time, just take what Rory gave.

And Jesus fuck, Rory was giving and giving. Once he was done with Luke’s balls, Rory started sucking, working his cock like he was a Popsicle.

He’d never had the time or safe space to… This felt like a serious indulgence. Like the most perfect moment ever.

Best of all of it was the way Rory moaned and hummed, working him like it was the only thing he ever wanted to do. That voracious mouth was gonna kill him, and what a way to go.

Luke pushed one elbow into the couch to give him leverage. That way he could thrust a tiny bit.

Rory pushed his hands under Luke’s ass and pulled in a long, gentle arc.

His whole body loosened a little, all but his cock. That was hard as a rock, dripping and aching. His ball sac was tight, pulled up close to his body.

Luke was ready.Reallyready. He tapped Rory on the shoulder. “Gonna come, babe.”

Rory’s answer was to swallow over the tip of his cock.

The motion around his flesh made Luke shout, his ears ringing with it when he shot. Pleasure buzzed up his spine and burst in his brain.

His entire world lit on fire.

“Shh. That’s it, Luke. That’s perfect.” Rory licked him clean as he came down, petting his hips and thighs, which eased his quaking muscles.

He found himself staring at the ceiling, absolutely fucking dazed.

Lifting up on his arms, Rory kissed Luke’s belly. “You good?”

“Uhn.”Come on, man. Say words.He nodded, hoping he wasn’t drooling or something.

“Excellent.” Rory’s hand was heavy on his thigh, just resting there on his mangled leg like it was no big thing.

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t a huge deal to Rory. That idea gave Luke a serious fit of joy. “You’re amazing.”

“Yeah? Thank God, because if you’d said I sucked hairy donkey balls I might have cried. I totally want the chance to do it again.”

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