He nodded, but he didn’t smile back. “Yeah. Me too. And I want…I was hopin’…” He glanced away. “I’d like you to make love to me.”
It took me a second to realize what he was asking, and a shock rushed through me. “You’re sure?”
“More than anything. After tonight, I need it. I need to feel you inside me.”
I was hot all over as he started kissing me again, and it took me a moment to regain my bearings enough to roll him onto his back. Creek let out a surprised noise, but I kissed him quiet. “This way, for your first time.”
He nodded, his cheeks flushed, and I tasted the heat there before leaning over to my nightstand to grab the lube. He watched me, his pupils wide, endless voids of black, lips parted on soft gasps as I let my hard cock rub against his. His hips moved softly, unthinking, unchecked as I coated my fingers, and then I lifted his right leg and pushed it toward his chest.
I took a moment to look at his stump—at how he was scarred differently than I was. It was like a map of his life. I kissed him there, and he shuddered all over.
“Please,” he whispered.
I took pity on him and began to circle his hole. His body went stiff when I pushed inside, but it didn’t take long for him to relax into it. When I added a second finger, his sighs became a groan.
“Oh. That’s…”
“We can stop if you don’t like it,” I told him. “What we’ve done so far is already perfect.”
Before I could pull my fingers out, his hand shot between his legs and grabbed me by the wrist. “Don’t. Keep going, please. I really, really like it.”
It took me a moment to realize that, yeah, he actually did. He was so responsive—lit up and bright. He moved with me, his body like a wave reaching for shore. I took my time with him, up to three fingers before he was begging, and I didn’t look away when I grabbed my cock and positioned myself.
“Take a breath,” I told him.
He did, then grunted hard when I pushed in. His face was mottled pink, and his breathing became stuttered, but he quickly wrapped both legs around my hips, urging me to fuck him hard—fuck him fast. His eyes closed, his heavy moans like a symphony, and it took everything in me not to come from watching him.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered. I could see his cock, thick and pulsing against his stomach. “Darlin’, I’m s-so…I’m…I think I…”
He was going to come. It was fast for both of us, but I was already so worked up, and I’d been emotionally on edge all evening. There was no chance in hell I could slow this tide.
I wrapped my hand around him, and his back arched as I sped my hips up. My body would hate me tomorrow, but tonight, it was ecstasy. I could almost feel his pleasure like it was my own.
“Yes,” I said as he began to tremble. His hands flexed, grasping my hips almost hard enough to bruise.
“Faster,” he begged. “Harder. I’m…I’m almost there. Please, I need—” His words died, his mouth dropping open, and his eyeswent wide and unseeing. He came with a soft, muted cry, his back arching as his hips rolled against me. He took me deeper, pulsing around me, and it was too much for me to hold on any longer.
I tumbled over the edge with him, seconds after he began to spill hot ropes onto his stomach.
His entire body was trembling as we both came down, and I laid kisses on his neck, his chest, his chin. His arms flopped around me, loose and limber, and he managed to give me a few sloppy kisses back as I rolled onto my side.
“Oh. That…felt weird,” he said when my cock slipped out.
I hid a laugh as I rolled to grab the wipes from my nightstand. After a quiet moment, we were both cleaned up and back in each other’s arms.
Creek hooked his stump around my hip, pulling me as close as he could. We fit together like the perfect puzzle piece. He tipped my chin up and laid a kiss on my lips, then smiled when he pulled back.
“I’m definitely in love with you,” he whispered.
“Are you sure?” I didn’t want to doubt him, but he was new to all this, and I was still feeling a little insecure.
Instead of laughing at me, his gaze was still and calm. “As sure as I’ve ever been about anything. I close my eyes and think of my future, darlin’, and you’re in it. I see us all white-haired and wheelin’ around in chairs after our legs become too sore to walk on anymore. I see a house together near the guys. I see…” He stopped like he was afraid to say the rest. Or maybe he didn’t know what else there was because I felt the same way.
The picture was both clear and opaque at the same time, but the one steady thing was knowing it was him and me.
It was us.
Locking our fingers together, I brought his hand up to my lips and kissed his knuckles, lingering there until the uncertaintyfrom his eyes faded. He relaxed, fraction by fraction, until his heartbeat was soft and his breathing was even.
