Page 38 of The Texas Sterling Collection
Wyl tensed.
I paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Huh?” Wyl’s slitted eyes peered at me. “Fuck no. Go slow.”
I entered, past the ring of muscle. His warmth enveloped me until I was balls-deep in my lover. I paused, giving Wyl time to adjust.
“First, it burned, but the burn turned into pleasure.” Wyl groaned. “Fuck me, baby,”
I wrapped a fist around Wyl’s cock and slid up and down his shaft in time with my thrusts, twisting around the head to increase Wyl’s pleasure.
Gasping, Wyl tossed his head from side to side. “God, I’m so close.”
With Wyl's words, the first quivers of my own orgasm began. I changed the thrust angle, and Wyl’s sphincter quivered around my cock. He shouted my name as jets of creamy cum shot from Wyl’s slit, his hole constricting and releasing around me. I fell over the edge, my orgasm slamming into me. I held my breath in a silent scream as spasms of ecstasy shook my entire body, and my man seed filled the condom.
Collapsing in Wyl’s arms, I stayed inside him until my cock softened and retreated. I removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it to the floor. Wrapped in Wyl’s arms, I enjoyed the afterglow of our love act. I rolled to my side. Dragging my fingers through Wyl’s seed, I brought them to my lips, savoring the flavor of his nectar.
Wyl pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, taking my breath away.
“Shower?” Wyl asked after the kiss.
I nodded. I never experienced such a close connection to another human being. I loved the sensations with Wyl, both physical and emotional. Wait…love? Maybe I was closer to falling in love with him than I suspected.
Wyl got up and strolled to my side of the bed. Leaning down, he gave me a quick peck. “C’mon, let’s wash.”
Before we entered the roomy double shower, Wyl reached for his braid and removed the small turquoise band at the end. “Help me unbraid so I can wash my hair. I only take it down once a week unless I sweat a lot. I haven’t taken it down since I stupidly let my favorite music professor walk away more than two weeks ago.”
The soft braid unraveled in my fingers, the hair falling long and fine on Wyl’s back. “Your hair is magnificent. I love the silkiness threading through my fingers.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He turned around and pulled me into a kiss before ushering me into the shower. “And I’m glad you enjoy kissing me.” The warm water hissed from both shower heads.
Watching the water rivulets roll down Wyl’s sexy chest, I fingered a scar on Wyl’s shoulder. “What happened here?”
“Long story.” He poured shower gel into his cupped palm, rubbed his hands together, and soaped my chest with both hands.
I loved Wyl’s rough hands rubbing my chest. “For a guy who cowered in terror over a relationship with me, you are quite comfortable putting your hands all over me.”
Wyl leaned over for a quick kiss, water streaming over us. “I struggled with those feelings, but Walt had sense enough to tell me I needed to make a move.”
My face beaded with water as I smiled at my man. “You can touch me all you want. Since the day we met, I’ve craved your touch.”
Watching Wyl wash his long, raven hair, I scrubbed my short hair. Rinsing, Wyl turned off the water. “Let’s dry, and I’ll tell you about the scar.”
We toweled off the water before hurrying to bed to crawl between the sheets. Snuggling together, I lay on my back, and Wyl draped his right arm over my chest, his head propped on his left hand. He gazed at me, his long, silky hair falling over his left shoulder and pooling on the pillow.
“The Marines stationed me at the Navy base in Naples, Italy, for a few months. I’m unsure how, but a group of subversives learned about my skill and kidnapped me at gunpoint from a parking garage in town. Now you understand why I didn’t play tourist in all those foreign countries. They insisted I help them crack the code to break into Italian government databases. A bullet tore into my shoulder during the abduction, leaving a scar.”
“How long did you spend in the hospital?” Hearing of Wyl's injury unsettled me.
“No hospital. Blindfolded, they took me to their hideout and put me in a locked room. The room contained nothing except a bucket for a toilet. No windows, and lit by a single light bulb. Occasionally, they dragged me into the outer room to torture me and force information out of me. Information I never gave. The bullet passed all the way through, and by some miracle, the wound healed without infection. I’m left with a scar and a shoulder ache when the weather is cold. Those two weeks dragged by as if I had spent them in solitary confinement in prison. To this day, loud noises remind me of the gun's bang before the bullet tore through my flesh, and I fear being alone and isolated.”
My eyes filled. “Shit, I didn’t realize the danger you faced during military service. Did they release you, or did the Corps rescue you?”
“One day, my captors began shouting outside my cell. I figured my life was over. The door lock clicked, but didn't open. Running footsteps faded away. I half expected them to return and drag me out for more torture. Instead, the place remained quiet. I waited an hour before I wrapped my fist around the knob. The door opened, and I found an empty, quiet hallway. Disoriented and weak, I walked through the abandoned hallways and wandered into the street. A passing carabinieri, what Italians call their police, considered me a vagrant and tried to rough me up. Fortunately, he understood English. He contacted the base. While we waited for the MPs, I pointed to the building where they kept me and told the carabinieri about being imprisoned and tortured. He contacted his office to send more men. The MPs arrived and took me to the base hospital. Later, I learned the police killed the leader of the gang in a raid on a brothel when he pulled a gun on the officers. The base hospital patched up my shoulder. That’s something I never want to go through again.”
I pulled Wyl to my chest and cradled his head. “I promise I will never hurt you. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m around.” Wyl’s breathing evened out, and I fell asleep cuddling my man.
Early the following day, a sound startled me awake. Scanning the room, my gaze fell on the half-open door. Walt stood in the doorway, smiling. He winked at me and saluted before closing the door. I snuggled tighter into Wyl’s warmth.
