Page 71 of The Wounded Warrior

“God no. It feels like paradise.”

“Good. I need to move now, honey. Okay?”

“Please.” Luke grabbed Rory’s hips, helping him do just that. The slow, maddening glide into Rory’s body made him shout. Rory rippled around him, hot and tight and—fuck. Fuck, this was real. Rory was looking down at him and watching him and wanting him, blue eyes burning bright.

They began to gain a rhythm, Rory sliding down, Luke pushing him back up. His thighs wouldn’t give him much, so Luke muscled through it with upper body strength, his arms straining. Rory helped, hands on his chest and using him to drive back, riding him good and hard. His eyes kept wanting to close, but he forced them open, needed to watch every second of Rory dancing on his diamond-hard dick.

Speaking of cocks, Rory’s bounced in front of him, and Luke caught it against his palm, their skin slapping for a moment before Luke closed his fingers about it.

“Oh fuck!” The sound was perfect, wild and loud,h and his immediate instinct was to shush Rory, but he didn’t have to. He could make Rory scream and cry out.

They had all the time and all the space in the world right here. So Luke stroked, up and down, bracing himself with his other arm so Rory could do the hard work.

A litany of praise—way more profane than sacred—poured down over him, Rory never letting him doubt how good it felt for a second.

Luke watched sweat bead up on Rory’s skin, and the cock in his hand swelled, wet at the tip and deep red.

“Pretty,” he ground out. “So fine, man.”

“All yours. Fuck, I feel you deep.”

“Uh-huh. Tight. Hot.” Even with the condom on, Rory was like frickin’ heaven. When he squeezed Luke with those inner muscles, he shouted again, his body trying hard to convulse.

“Yes. Yes. I’m close, honey.”

He fucking hoped so.

“Good. Oh good. Please.” Luke was babbling and he knew it, but his balls had pulled up tight to his body and he was ready to blow. Real ready.

Rory twisted, reached behind him and nudged his balls, the pressure there and around his cock perfect. Almost as perfect as the ropes of spunk that sprayed out over his belly.

Luke lost it, shooting hard inside Rory, his whole body shaking with it. He moaned, a long, low sound of pleasure, because he couldn’t create words right now. What would he say, anyway?

Rory slumped down on him a second, a heavy, heated, panting weight.

Wrapping his arms around Rory, Luke held him right there, unwilling to lose the amazing connection. Jesus, he could do just this the rest of his life and die a happy man.

“You…you totally rock my world, cowboy.”

“You’re not too shabby.” He laughed weakly, patting Rory’s back with one sticky hand.

“Good. Good.” Rory blinked up at him, obviously dazed. “Remind me to bring damp cloths to bed next time?”

“We have one side of a dry towel,” Luke said. That was better than nothing. He had no doubt Rory would set the stage for seduction next time. Next time. They were both talking on next time.

“That’ll work for now.” Rory sat up, blinking nice and slow. “Damn, that was good, honey. Thank you. I needed that.”

“Me too.” He chuckled, feeling his heart settle back into a more regular beat. “You scared me, Rory.”

“You think I scared you? I was fixin’ to shit myself in terror.”

“Hey, you’re good at not showing it.” He stroked Rory’s hip. “Move, shoot, communicate, as we say in the SEALs. You got that down.”

“I do my best.” The words rang with truth, then disappeared as Rory sighed. “Let me clean us up, and then I can find us some food.”

“Hey.” He caught both of Rory’s hands. “Kiss me, babe.”

“I can do that.” Rory leaned forward, the motion a little shaky, but strong, and brought their lips together, the kiss not hesitant in the least.

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