29 Cutter #3
I watch him approach, reason at war with lust. “What are you doing?’ I ask when he stops in front of me and reaches for the plate balanced on my thighs. I release it and he sets it on the table and replaces it with his hands.
“I think I was a model visitor at the hospital yesterday.”
He runs his hands up and down my legs, each pass bringing them closer to where I want them. I can feel my dick getting hard and it’s all I can do not to buck up to meet him.
“Even though I didn’t get what I wanted.”
I swallow, anticipation causing my breath to catch. “And what was that?”
When his hand folds over the growing bulge in my pants, I can’t stifle a gasp.
His eyes hold mine as he starts to massage my cock through the fabric with one hand while the other keeps running up and down my leg, under my shirt, over my abdomen and up to my chest. He’s careful to avoid my wound, but everything else is on the table, like the way he rolls and pinches my nipples.
I find myself leaning back and spreading my legs, craving his touch.
When he starts to make a move at my waistband, I reach down and close my hand over his to stop him, suddenly more embarrassed than aroused. “I haven’t been able to shower.”
His smile widens. “Even better. I like the way you smell.” And before I can stop him, he buries his head in my crotch and inhales deeply. “Perfect.”
I’m just coming to terms with that when he slips two fingers into my sweats and starts inching them down. “The food was good,” he purrs, licking his lush lips. “But this is what I’ve wanted in my mouth since I saw you yesterday. I can’t get your taste out of my mind.”
I start to close my eyes, to lose myself in the sensations swimming through me, but he’s not having that.
“Eyes on me, Cutter.”
His smirk tells me he knows what he does to me when he says my name.
If that wasn’t enough of a turn on, he starts murmuring in French while he drags down first my pants, then my boxers.
I raise my ass to accommodate him, anxious for him to free my dick, which is already leaking profusely.
It’s a struggle to keep from blowing my load on his words alone.
“Mmm.” He flicks his tongue out, drawing it languidly up my slit to lap at the precum gathered there.
I squirm and arch my back, chasing relief. What is it about this man that drives me completely wild? He looks up at me with a salacious grin that makes me believe he can read my thoughts, and I can’t find it in myself to care right now.
“We’re going to take it easy, seeing as how you’re wounded, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to suck your soul out through your cock.”
I groan at his filthy declaration. “I have no doubt.” I close my hands around his head, urging him lower. “Please.”
His tongue traces the big vein on my cock, which is already pink and swollen. “Please what, baby?”
I thread my fingers through his hair, my breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Suck me, Aubie. Please suck my cock.”
“You beg so pretty, baby.” He closes his lips around my head and slowly draws me in, all the way to the back of his throat.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my toes curling into the rug. Looking for something to ground me. “That feels…”
“What?” he murmurs around my cock, the vibration sending new sparks of fire through me. “Talk to me, Cutter. Tell me how good I make you feel.”
“Fucking hell, your mouth feels amazing.”
His tongue swirls around my cock while he bobs up and down my length and the sensation is enough to cause my brain to go offline.
I feel a pull in my abdomen on the side where my wound is as I thrust against him, but I ignore it, too lost in the pleasure he’s giving me. The man’s mouth should be illegal.
When he hums around me, I nearly lose it, unable to stop a desperate moan from escaping my lips. “Fuck, Aubie. I…Jesus.” I know I’m yanking at his hair but I need something to hang onto and keeping his head where it is has become the most important thing in the world right now.
When he squeezes my balls I nearly crawl out of my skin. I can feel my orgasm barreling toward a cliff and can’t help but feel embarrassed by my lack of control, but if I don’t come in the next few seconds I’m going to lose my mind.
“I’m close,” I groan, as my body starts to tense.
The deal is sealed when his finger presses against my hole. A lightning bolt shoots up my spine as my cock explodes in his mouth. He continues to suck, drawing out every drop of my cum while his fingers skate across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
It takes me a few minutes to get my heartbeat under control. He releases my cock with a loud pop and smiles up at me, his grey eyes shining with tears, his full lips plump and red. A dribble of cum escapes his mouth and I watch, enthralled, as his tongue flicks out to capture it.
“Feeling better?”
“Your idea of homecare beats the hell out of the hospital.”
He sits back on his heels, a self-satisfied smirk curling his lips. “I aim to please.”
I reach down and cradle his chin, overwhelmed by a feeling of…peace? Yes, I realize, that’s exactly what I feel. Maybe for the first time in a long time. Completely, utterly at peace.
“Thank you,” is the only thing I can think to say, and it doesn’t come close to expressing what I’m feeling at this moment. An awkward silence settles between us, which he relieves in typical Aubie fashion.
“I’ll have you know I don’t offer that service to every wounded man I meet.”
“Good to know.”
He squeezes my thighs and raises up on his knees. “Okay, point me in the direction of your bathroom and please tell me you have some clean towels in there.”
“Are you going to take a bath?”
“No, you are.”
“What?” I try to sit up but he pushes me back down. “Seriously, I’m fine.”
He ignores my protests and stands up. “I’ll find everything myself. You just sit there and look devastating.”
“I thought you said you liked the way I smelled,” I call after him as he wanders down the hall.
“I do,” is his muffled reply. The sounds of cabinets opening and closing and water running is followed several minutes later by him walking in with his arms loaded with a plastic tub that I believe I kept under the bathroom sink for soaking my feet, along with a washcloth, two towels, and a bottle of bodywash.