Chapter 21 #2
He laughed and slid off the bed. I sighed in relief when I was able to wrap my arms around his solid body and flirt my tongue past his soft lips into his scalding, perfect mouth.
His beard tickled my chin. Pleasure and need took hold of my actions as I rutted against his hip, the frantic edge of lust sizzling sparks along my shaft.
Will pulled back with a sly smile. “Where there’s a will—” He thrust his hips. “—there’s a way.”
I knocked my forehead against his. “How long have you been waiting to say that?”
The confidence shining in his toothy grin made my balls ache to unload. A warm drop of precum slid down and dripped off my cockhead, giving me a shiver.
“So long. I didn’t think you were ready for puns before now.
” He slid his hands around my waist and dragged me closer.
Something about the move struck me in a primal way—reminded me of him urging me on so I could fuck him deeper—and I attacked his lips again, sliding my hands down to grab his meaty ass.
“Your leg all right?” he asked.
“Who cares? Fuck,” I snarled.
He shifted and his hard cock brushed mine.
I ground our hips together and was satisfied when he groaned and wound his arms around my shoulders.
We stood there for a few minutes, kissing, caressing, winding each other up.
I could tell Will was trying to be careful, which opened up a strange, warm hole in my chest. All those years I’d done everything I could for him, and he wasn’t hesitating to do the same.
His beard tickled again as he kissed along my jaw.
Shivers raced over my arms. The need to touch the silky skin of his cock settled into my brain, a nagging desire.
I slid my hand between us and gripped him, moaning as he pulsed and firmed up even more.
He broke away and gasped. I stared into his eyes as I stroked him, and he bared his teeth.
“Can you fuck me?” he murmured.
“I’ll die trying.”
He smirked. “You don’t have to go that far.”
My leg ached and I closed my eyes. “Let’s move, because the only thing worse than leaving you hanging would be fizzling out halfway through.”
Will must’ve agreed because he hustled to the nightstand to grab the lube.
We shifted so he could bend over and brace himself on the bed, and I steadied myself on his hips.
He’d been so good to me during all this that my breath caught.
Occasionally, I used to wonder if Will would be there for me, in my darker moments when he was recovering.
Would he do the same?
Would he love me as much as I loved him if I wasn’t the same man he’d first met?
Now I knew. The answer was a resounding yes.
He was just as hard for me as I was for him.
When he looked at me, I saw the same love shining back.
My leg didn’t hold a candle to all he’d survived, but he wouldn’t abandon me, even dealing with his own ongoing health problems. I was still his main concern. Elation and a tinge of guilt swarmed through me and melted into another sweet wave of something delicious.
My hand shook with a combination of nerves and need, fighting through pain as I prepped him. “Mind if it’s quick? My leg—”
“Do it,” Will growled, shifting impatiently. “Fuck me.”
The demand transformed my cock into a live wire.
The lube still on my fingers went on my dick, and then I tossed the bottle and nudged his hole with my cockhead.
My muscles trembled as I shifted to try to get my injured leg in a better spot, then arched forward, burrowing into his tight heat.
That initial moment of being surrounded by perfection made my head fuzzy and my balls tight.
My left leg began to shake. It was taking the brunt of my weight.
“If you aren’t okay—”
I slapped his ass. “I would have to be dead to stop.” I pulled out and thrust in hard. We both sighed. “Missed too much time.”
My cock was in heaven. Only a few minutes went by before my hair was standing on end and I was sucking in air like I’d run a marathon.
Will clenched his hole on me, maybe on purpose, and it was all over.
My groin tightened and I yelled as I pumped cum deep into his ass, then kept going.
It wouldn’t be enough to get him off, though.
“I’ll finish myself,” Will said, disappointment heavy in his tone.
“Like hell. Move.” I slid out of his ass and hated leaving my favorite spot on Earth.
“Hold on. What are you doing?” Will grabbed my arms as I turned and began to sit. I missed the bed and cursed as I landed hard on my ass with my injured leg stiffly out in front of me.
“Are you okay?” Will’s eyes were huge as he bit his lip. The jerk was holding back laughter. His mouth kept twitching.
“Nope.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled as I opened wide and sucked him down. I was spent. My leg fucking hurt since my cock was out of play to distract me from it, but I needed this as much as I’d needed to empty my balls. I slapped his ass, and he gasped, sliding deep into my mouth.
“PD?”
I slapped his other asscheek, and he grasped my ears.
The message must’ve been delivered loud and clear because he didn’t mess around, he fucked deep.
I gagged, but he rolled his hips without mercy.
He slipped into my throat with little growls that would’ve had my dick waving again under normal circumstances.
He slammed against my mouth and grunted. His cock swelled while he unloaded down my throat in warm bursts, and I got lightheaded from lack of oxygen as he rutted there. “Shit, I love you, PD.”
Air rushed into my lungs as he pulled out, leaving me giddy. “I love you, too.”
A few seconds passed while our situation sank in. Me on the floor, still in my jeans and brace with my spent cock hanging out. Him naked, dick shiny with spit.
“Sit.”
He didn’t argue, simply settled on the floor on the side of my uninjured leg. He wrapped me up in his arms, and I slumped there. Time drifted.
“We have about two hundred eighty thousand in the bank, right?”
“Mm-hmm.” I grabbed toward the bed and pulled down the top blanket, then sort of half-assed slung it across us.
“What if we took the money and expanded your tattoo parlor?”
I glanced at him with a frown. “Why would we do that? What about your studio?”
Will kissed my cheek, then danced his lips to my neck. “So we could work in the same place every day.”
Excitement chased through me and I grinned. My heart leaped. “I never thought of that. We’d have to buy the building next door. Maybe move locations.”
Will tucked the blanket around me. “I don’t mind working in the garage for a while. So, no rush. I’ve been too—” He frowned. “—gung ho. Haven’t been patient. I’m working on that.”
I leaned on him and breathed in the delicious combo of sweat and cologne. It was pure sex. “My whole life plan was always to share it with you. As Kings. As more.” I laced our fingers together and kissed his shoulder.
“Me too.”
“Fuck, I love you.” Tears bit at my eyes.
“Are you crying?” Will’s lips quirked. The fucker was laughing on the inside again.
“Yeah, I know. I’m a baby.”
“My baby.” He kissed my temple, and I quickly wiped my eyes.
“Fuck you. I love you.”
He kissed my forehead. “I love you, too.”
“I’m stuck on the floor and my ass is numb.”
The bastard giggled, and I wasn’t honestly sure how I would get off the floor without hurting both of us, but other than that, my life was just about perfect.