12. EION
Chapter twelve
EION
I was nearly naked in front of Angus, and he was kissing my skin.
With my eyes closed, I enjoyed the way his lips felt on my body.
He hadn’t run or turned away in disgust. Angus stayed with me and was now being gentle.
He looked at me long and hard. His eyes smoldered, and I couldn’t mistake the look for anything but lust—that wasn’t possible.
He was supposed to turn away as Trey did years ago.
“I can’t be with someone like you.” Still echoed in my head.
Angus ran his hands up my chest, then on either side of my neck, bringing his lips against mine. “Everything about you is gorgeous. All of you.” He said, between kisses.
That echo made me want to run. I hadn’t realized how much Trey’s words had destroyed me. I needed to run. As I turned to walk away, Angus grabbed my wrist and kept me there. “No, Eion. You can’t run from me. Who was it?”
“It doesn’t matter. It was years ago.”
“It matters. You matter. Have you dated in those years? Is this why?” He didn’t need to specify what ‘this’ was.
Angus was putting it all on the table, and I needed to be honest with him.
He wasn’t leaving when he saw my residual limb, and he didn’t gasp when I showed him my scars.
Angus was different, and this was my moment.
“Yes. There hasn’t been anyone since. The things that man said to me I believed.”
“I’m so sorry, Eion. He was wrong. You are so sexy, not only your body.” His hands went to my hips, and his thumbs rubbed the skin. The smile he gave me melted my heart.
“Since it was your body that made you think I would walk away. Maybe you’d like to know what I actually think?
” I knew I blushed. Nobody had shown desire towards me in years, and this felt a little weird.
There had been a few men over the years, but they never saw all of me.
It was easy to keep on my prosthetic and cover my leg.
I didn’t want to hide from Angus. I needed him to see all of me.
It was difficult to swallow when I faced his question.
This would be the first time I had let a man see me completely.
Angst saw all my flaws and was still here—I was shook.
As he waited for my response. His mouth worked over my pecs, where he licked the skin, then sucked my nipples gently, then his fingers teased over my nipples, and I gasped. “I’d like to get you out of some of these clothes.” I managed to say. It only seemed fair since I was in my underwear.
“Excellent idea.” The smile he gave me was wicked. I couldn’t unbutton his shirt without the help of my other hand, and he seemed to understand that immediately. When he had the shirt unbuttoned, he left it hanging, then opened his pants, but he didn’t push them down.
“Go ahead, take them off.” He whispered against my lips.
It made me smile because he let me enjoy undressing him, but helped me when I needed it.
I wasn’t going to think about the past, about the horrible things that were said to me—about me.
I would enjoy this incredible man who was here with me now.
I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. It was impossible not to appreciate how perfect his body was, and now I got to touch it.
Using my complete arm, I reached for him, then touched his shoulder, ran my hand down his bicep, and then over his chest. The man had an eight-pack.
It was clear he had worked hard on his body, each curve showing the hours in the gym.
When I felt the warmth of his skin under my hand, it made me harder.
God, I could touch this man for days. “Fuck, you are hot. Fuck.”
“You said fuck twice.”
“Your body is worth saying it twice,” I said as I smiled and kissed him.
My lips moved along his neck and shoulders, which made him shudder, and my already rigid shaft throbbed.
I wanted to touch him everywhere. With him pulled close, I licked the shell of his ear.
My heart beat harder as a moan slipped from his lips.
I needed to make him feel good, as I teased the delicate skin of his throat, then worked down his chest. I pushed his jeans down his legs, and he stepped out of them.
I could see his arousal through the fabric of his briefs and reached for it, then rubbed and squeezed his length.
“Fuck. You are thick and long. I want you.”
“Yes.” It was a simple answer that I could get behind.
My lips were bruised because of the urgency behind the kisses.
When my legs hit the back of the small couch, I sat down hard.
He climbed on my lap and rubbed his ass on my cock.
We broke for air and then started again.
My hand touched everywhere I could as I enjoyed the way his flesh felt under my palm, and somehow I got more aroused. I didn’t know touch could be this good.
I needed to see him. My fingers slipped under the elastic on his underwear, and I nudged the right side down as much as I could. He stood up and pushed them the rest of the way down. When I saw his cock hard in front of me, my brain went fuzzy. “Holy shit.” It was the best I could come up with.
“Do you like what you see?” He asked me, his voice gritty with lust.
“You are amazing.”
“What’s fair is fair.” He pulled my underwear off.
“You are so sexy. I don’t even know where to start, but I have a really good idea.
” I watched as he knelt in front of me, his eyes focused on my cock, which twitched at his attention.
All I could do was watch as he kissed the inside of my knee, then further up my thigh.
His hand ran up my legs, then he wrapped his fingers around my length, and stroked me from base to tip.
“Oh, my god. Angus.” Seeing him on his knees between my thighs was an incredible sight, and one I knew would be locked in my memory forever.
His tongue removed the bead of liquid that showed how aroused I was, which made me long to taste him, too.
What would my flavor taste like on his lips?
Flattening his tongue, he licked along the underside of my shaft, then he took the entire head into his mouth and teased my leaking slit.
“Fucking hell. Feels so incredible.” He hummed around my cock and took me deep into his mouth, sucked, then pulled off again.
Each time he reached the crown, he swirled his tongue around the glans, then he scraped his teeth over the sensitive head.
I carded my fingers through his hair, didn’t push, but I needed to touch while he controlled my pleasure.
Surprisingly, he stopped, then kissed next to my cock and up the muscle toward my abs.
I watched as he worked his way up my body, kissing and licking.
On my ribs, he sucked harder, and knowing that there would be a mark when we were done made my cock pulse.
As if he read my mind, he smirked at me. “I left a mark. Is that okay?”
“Yes, it’s okay. Why did you do it?”
I wasn’t even sure why I asked the question, but I wanted to hear him tell me what he thought that mark meant.
He kissed up my neck, then along my jaw, to my lips, where he took them hard, and it made me ache.
When he pulled back, he looked me in the eye.
“I left a mark because I want to claim you. Remind you that you are mine every time you see it.” It was surprising to hear, but it did something to my insides.
The weight I had carried for years started to lift with his words.
This incredible man wanted to claim me as his.
“It’s perfect.” He kissed the clavicle of my left arm, then down the bicep.
The fact that he wasn’t shying away from my damaged limb did more for me than anybody ever had, but when his lips kissed the inside of my elbow and then worked to the end of my arm, I shuddered.
For the second time in one night, I felt tears as they slid down my cheeks.
Watching intently, he dropped to his knees again.
Angus kissed my ribs over the angry scars there, where they had removed the steel that nearly cut me in half.
His hands worked down my thighs, slid over the area where they had to remove muscle that had become pulp.
I couldn’t watch. What he did was too much, and it was everything.
The heat of his breath was on those scars, then the warmth of his mouth as he traced more of them, not pulling away from the injuries.
It was loving, kind, and passionate. He worked back to my inner thigh, kissing towards my balls that were already drawing up because the pleasure was both physical and mental.
Angus was doing it for me in so many ways.
He took me in his mouth again, pleasuring me with his lips and tongue.
The entire time my length was in the wet heat of his mouth, his hand squeezed and stroked.
“I’m getting close,” I warned. The feeling of lips wrapped around me was incredible.
Definitely one of the sexiest things I had ever seen; it was gorgeous, and he made me feel lightning under my skin.
I wanted this to last longer, but if I kept watching, it would be all over.
Eyes closed, I leaned back and felt the molten heat rise as he worked me over—it was perfect.
I shivered as tingles rippled through me.
“Oh shit. Angus.” He didn’t stop. He doubled down and took me deeper.
“Angus. Oh fuck. Angus.” It felt like a rocket ripped through me.
My orgasm was intense, overwhelming, and bordered on pain.
I had never felt pleasure that intense before.
With my eyes closed tightly, bright white light was behind my lids, while I pulsed into Angus’ mouth—he swallowed it all.
When I could open my eyes, he continued to milk me for every drop, then pulled off before I became oversensitive.