Page 70 of The Wounded Warrior

It made him whimper when Rory took one of his balls in that burning mouth. There wasn’t going to be a problem with keeping it up for Rory. Not a problem at all. His cock was so hard it hurt.

He panted, his belly rippling.No cramps. Please God, no cramps.

“Shh.” Rory lifted his head, hands sliding over his thighs, his abs. “Breathe. No pressure, huh?”

He didn’t know about that. Luke needed to prove to himself he could do this. He knew he had nothing to prove to Rory. “None,” he agreed wryly.

“Okay, only good pressure.” Rory winked at him, grinned just as wryly. “I ache for you. It’s not just the let-down fromthe wreck, either. I’ve been having wet dreams since that first time.”

Luke jerked, his cock pushing up, a tiny drop of fluid sliding out. “Well, no offense, babe, but I’m not gonna last long. We’d better get to it.”

“Uh-huh.” Rory swooped down and swiped the tip with his tongue, not helping at all. “Let me grab the condoms.” He got up and headed to the chest of drawers, then looked back over his shoulder at Luke. “You want to get me ready for you?”

Jesus. Luke gritted his teeth against the ache in his lower belly, his balls drawing up. “You got slick, babe?” He was in mostly unfamiliar territory now, but he read stories online. A lot. He had a pretty clear idea.

“I do.” Rory brought the condoms over and then straddled his waist, leaning over his head to grab a well-used tube of ointment. “Ta-da.”

“Nice.” Luke hoped that was just for jacking off…

“I love ass play. I have a couple of toys for when the urge hits, you know?” Had there ever been anyone like Rory? Ever? The sheer honesty floored him.

“Well, if I get too far off what you like, you just tell me, babe.” Luke got his fingers wet, got one pressed to Rory’s hole, just like that.

“It’s you, Luke. It’s new and wonderful and fucking erotic. It’s right.”

“Thank you.” He was humbled by this trust, by the need. And God knew he wanted Rory more than he’d ever wanted anything. He touched Rory, one finger becoming two easily, Rory never letting him doubt how good it felt. He watched Rory grind for him, and he lost himself in it, his own need taking a backseat suddenly. He’d never believed for a second that he was going to have this, going to be able to see it—this gorgeous, lean man dancing on his fingers like a flame.

He pushed with that third wet finger, but he needed morelube. Now that was a complicated maneuver, but Luke was a SEAL. All in, all the time. He rolled up with his abs, reaching with his free hand to gently apply more slick stuff.

Rory grabbed the rubbers while he was re-lubing and started working the packet open. They were going to do this.

Luke took one deep breath, then another, bringing his free hand back around to squeeze the base of his cock hard, needing to back off a moment.

“I know, right?” Rory panted. “I feel like I could go off like a rocket, just from your fingers.”

“I’m gonna die,” Luke agreed. “It’s the best way I can think of to go.”

“No dying. Fountains of spunk? Yes. Death? No.”

The laughter eased him back again and made him tickled as fuck that Rory was the one that he actually got to try this with. Ridiculous man. Rory made him feel as if no matter what happened, they would have a ball.

He slid his fingers free, wiping them down on the towel Rory had brought over with the lube. “Okay, glove me, babe.”

“I’m on it.” Rory smoothed the condom down with hands that still shook the slightest bit.

Adrenaline made a body do crazy things.

Luke helped, closing his hand over Rory’s.

“I’m not scared. You know that.” It wasn’t really a question.

“I do.” Luke smiled up into Rory’s eyes. If anyone had a right to be nervous it was Rory, after everything he’d gone through. But he was the bravest soul Luke knew. “Up and on me, babe.”

“Yes, sir!” Rory grinned at him, then the expression dissolved into one of pure need as the tip of Luke’s cock popped inside that tight ring of muscle.

He breathed deep again, using his damned underwaterbreathing skills to calm him enough to do this without embarrassing himself.

“Hurt?” Rory asked, hovering, not sliding down like Luke wanted him to.

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