14. EION
Chapter fourteen
EION
Angus showed up on my doorstep with his dog, a pillow, and still wore that corset I had laced him into earlier.
When I saw him there, it felt like my heart literally stopped.
It had only been hours since we were together, but my body still buzzed from earlier in the day.
It took all my self-control not to drag him into the trailer and kiss him stupid.
Inviting him in was the easiest thing I had ever done.
The man was laden with bags, which had made me smile.
I had no idea what he expected from the evening, but his being here in my space was enough for me.
You could tell from my sleep pants how I felt about his request. The kiss he gave me a few moments ago had made my toes curl.
We weren’t young men, but Angus made me feel like I was twenty again.
All I wanted was to touch him, then use my lips to tease goosebumps over his skin. “Do you like me in the vest, Eion?”
“Mrmph.” That was a ridiculous question.
There were so many things that were hot about the corset, including the fact that he was bound, which woke up my dominant side.
I didn’t want to necessarily hurt my partner, but spanking, binding, and pinning down my lover was a kink I leaned into.
I would be more than happy to top Angus, claim him, and control him, but I could also be a power bottom.
Happily, I would instruct him on what he needed to do to please me.
“I do. You should be bound tight all the time.” My voice was already gravelly.
I took a risk with those words. It could be something he was interested in, or he could find my comment too far—too much.
There was something freeing about worrying about kinks, and no longer being tied in knots about him wanting me when he knew about my arm.
“That’s something we can definitely work on.
” Damn, he said we would work on it. There was so much I wanted to say, but this thing was new, and if I pushed too far, I could destroy it.
For now, I would tuck away the information to revisit later.
“What do I need to do to help you change? And in case I hadn’t mentioned it before, this look is fucking hot.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“Oh, Angus.” I took his hand and placed it over my bulge. “Yeah. I think you are fire.” He squeezed my shaft, which made my body tingle. I had been in love, even engaged, before the accident, but I don’t recall feeling like I did about Angus.
There wasn’t even a pause. Angus pulled me tight, then kissed me hard.
Our tongues tangled, and a low moan came from one of us, maybe even both of us.
I removed his jacket, then ran my hand up and down his waist, which was tucked tight in the garment.
The look was sexy. It made his shoulders look broader, and his ass bubbled.
I liked how the tension felt under my hand, and by the gasp he made when I squeezed his waist, he liked it too.
With my lips on his, I carefully started to untie the corset.
In a way, I hated to free him, but I also couldn’t wait to feel the heat of his skin.
With some help from Angus, I released the corset.
He unbuttoned the shirt that had been underneath and pulled it out of his pants—the open button of his jeans wasn’t missed.
As soon as his torso was bare, I couldn’t help but suck and bite the muscles that went from his neck to his shoulder.
My hand ran over his stomach, then around to his back, where I soaked up the heat.
Angus leaned into the contact, a quiet growl lighting up my body when I heard it. Before I went further, I needed to make sure we were on the same page. “I am not sure why you came here tonight, but things could get spicy if you are interested in that.”
Warmth washed over me when he chuckled. “It wasn’t why I came over, but I am completely on board with things getting spicy.”
To me, consent was sexy, and that was all I needed.
Without shame, I went for the zipper of his jeans, and the sound echoed throughout the room.
He was stone hard, and I took a moment to take a good look before I continued.
Angus was blessed. He was long and thick, the head pushed prominently out of the waistband of his tight boxer briefs.
It was mouthwatering in the best possible way.
“You are certainly a lot of man. More icing on that cake.” I pushed his pants and underwear down, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.
I stepped back and took my fill of him. “Christ, Angus. Look at you.”
Even though I had brought up getting spicy, I pivoted. I got his backpack and helped him put on his sweatpants. “Let’s enjoy getting to know each other more before we head into another orgasm, because I like you a lot and want to get to know everything about you.”
“As long as there is potential for there to be more orgasms.”
I pulled him tight against me, kissed him deeply, and rubbed my cock against his. The feeling was intense, but so good. “There will be more orgasms for sure.”
“Glad to hear that.” We kissed some more.
“Did you eat dinner? Since you apparently didn’t work a full shift.”
He cocked his head at me. “A little. But I brought lots of snacks.” We popped some popcorn and made a nest in the corner of my little bed.
Angus never put his shirt on, which I was pleased about.
Together we ate and binged the current season of Survivor.
The two of us snuggled together. We relaxed into each other, simply enjoying each other’s company.
We talked about everything and nothing. I found myself savoring this time together, already greedy to have more.
When I looked at the clock, it was already midnight.
Much later than I normally stayed up, but I didn’t want this evening to end.
Like he read my mind, Angus started to slide off the bed. “It’s late. Ramsey and I should probably head out.”
“Wait.” I grabbed his arm. “I know it’s small and uncomfortable, but will you stay? We don’t have to do anything. But I like having you here.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’d love it. What time do you have to be up in the morning?”
He grinned at me. “Funny thing. Since I was going on about this new guy I met, my boss told me not to come back to work until after my days off, which means I am free until then.”
My heart hammered in my chest, and chills ran over my skin. “That’s great,” I growled out, then tried to swallow most of it, because that might have been too eager. “Then it looks like we’re having a sleepover.”
“That’s good, really good.” He looked genuinely enthusiastic about the whole thing.
I realized I sounded like a tween, but that was okay because he made me feel giddy and happy.
I hadn’t felt like this in a very long time, if ever.
Angus stepped outside and let the dogs do their business.
The little bed we were going to sleep on didn’t have much room, but he didn’t seem to mind when he joined me.
With the lights off, we faced each other, and I smiled into the dark.
“I’m glad you asked me to stay,” he whispered.
“I’m glad you stayed.” I scooted a little closer and kissed him, then tugged his bottom lip with my teeth.
My tongue slipped into his mouth because I wanted to feel his heat against mine.
When I felt his hand on my hip, it encouraged me.
I mimicked what he did by sliding my hand over his hip, then reached behind him, grabbing a handful of his delicious ass. With a firm grip, I pulled him closer.
He squeaked a little. “Oh, Hi!”
“Hi there.” Our kisses grew more passionate, and we explored each other’s bodies. When he reached into my briefs and ran his finger over my slick slit, lightning struck. My body shuddered from head to toes.
“Fuck. That felt good.” Using his hand, he slid it to the base, then up the taut skin.
His fingers rubbed over the frenulum, gathering the fluid I had leaked, then slicked it over my shaft.
Tangling our legs together for stability, I took him in hand.
It was difficult for me to focus, because the feel of him in my palm as I squeezed his thickness was intoxicating.
His cock was heavy, hot, and each time he stroked me, I shuddered.
Our lips and tongues went from being messy to sensual while we touched each other.
He liked it when I rubbed the tip and when I used my palm on the glans.
I knew this because his own hand would stutter in those moments.
Every little thing that he enjoyed was put into memory for the future.
I looked forward to when I could use my tongue where he leaked; the flavor of those drops he would offer me caused me to release more sticky fluid. “God, Angus, you are wrecking me.”
“That’s it, gorgeous. I want to see you fall apart.”
I focused on the most delicate part of his cock.
His moans got deeper, and his hips rolled.
How could one person be so sexy? “Come on, Angus, let me see you slip over the edge,” I whispered.
As I said the words, there were sparks going off at the base of my spine, and my own orgasm was right there, but I wanted him to come before me—or with him.
“Eion. Oh god.” While I watched, he moaned and bit his lip hard.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and came right along with him.
The sounds in the trailer were vulgar and glorious, and it was one of the best moments I’d had in a very long time.
It just keeps getting better. How is that possible?
He kissed me softly, and I returned to letting myself feel the emotions that had been bubbling.
This man was special, and each time we were intimate, more feelings came to the surface, demanding attention.
“Stay there.” He got up and went into the tiny bathroom. When he came back out, he had a washcloth, which he used to wipe off my stomach and hand. When he was finished, he climbed back in, and we curled up together. His head on my chest and arm around my waist.
“That was fucking amazing,” I said, then kissed the top of his head.
“Mmmhmm. It was. Thanks for inviting me to stay.” I took a deep breath, and we both relaxed. I hadn’t shared my bed with someone since before the accident, and I felt lucky that he was the one who agreed to stay with me.
Waking up with Angus curled against my chest was like heaven.
He was warm and his body hard, his breathing steady.
This was what I had missed and didn’t even realize it.
From where I lay, I could start coffee and keep Angus right where he was.
When it was finally time to get up, I felt a little disappointed, but the animals needed feeding.
The idea of being in bed all day with Angus was something I hoped to make reality someday, though.
“You smell nice. It’s a shame we can’t stay here all day.
” He said around a yawn. Even though I had seen him do it a few times, it was my turn to do a little wiggle.
He understood my life and accepted it. He kissed my chest. “Do I smell coffee?”
“Yes. I started a cup.”
“How did you get up and get back?”
I laughed. “I started it from here.” He rolled, looked at the coffee pot, and smiled.
I moved so my residual limb rested over his forearm, then rubbed over the skin like I would if I had a hand there.
“It doesn’t bother you?” He rolled a little and looked at the coffee maker, then rolled back and looked up at me.
I had propped myself up enough that I could look him in the eyes.
“I have to be honest here, Eion.” Instantly, a lump formed in my throat. Shit, I shouldn’t have asked. “I don’t think I can do this on the regular. Maybe I could get you something to make things more comfortable for us both.”
My eyes narrowed, and I had an urge to hit him. I hoped this was some sort of joke that was landing wrong. “Are you serious? It’s the best money can buy. Insurance will continue to pay for it for life.”
He gave me a strange look. “Insurance pays for this trailer?”
“What?” I looked at him hard. Why would he ask that question?
“You said that insurance pays for the trailer? Being with you is amazing, but this bed. I was hoping that if we made this a thing, I could help get something a little better for two people.”
I relaxed, then realized I had to clarify what I meant because he thought I was talking about where we slept. “Oh. We can talk about it more.”
“Wait, what were you talking about?” He looked at me hard, then he gave me that annoyed look.
“I. Well. I mean.” I was feeling stupid now because he hadn’t even realized what I was asking. “My arm. The nub. Does it bother you?”
“I’m going to assume that you have baggage when it comes to your injury, because that question could be insulting.
To answer you, though. No. I have no problem with you as you are.
” To emphasize his point, he pushed himself up and kissed his way down my chest, then placed his lips reverently on the scars where the forearm and hand used to be.
Then worked his way up my bicep, across my shoulder, and to my lips, where he kissed me gently, his tongue warm in my mouth, where I teased against it with my own.
Everything in me lit up, and I knew I was in a lot of trouble because this man made me feel a lot of things, and I didn’t hate it.
Actually, I liked it a lot.