Heath snorted. “My lips are sealed. But thank you for doing all that research. I’m sure watching gay porn was really hard on you.”
My lips trembled, but I managed to keep a straight face. “It was a sacrifice for sure, but I was willing to take one for the team.”
“How selfless of you.”
“I thought so too, so I’m glad you appreciate it.”
“The only question now is if it paid off.”
“Only one way to find out.”
I’d never known sex could be this lighthearted. Erotic, yes, and highly satisfactory. I’d had plenty of good times in that sense—though all with women, of course. But I’d never had this easy camaraderie, this fun. He made me smile, even during sex, and that was quite the feat.
Heath rolled off me, then took off his pants and underwear, careful not to get them snatched on his prosthesis. When he was completely naked, he rolled on his back and pulled up his legs. “Tell me where you want me, Sergeant. I’m ready for ya and volunteer as a tribute to test your skills.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
HEATH
Watching Creek undress was almost as good as feeling his naked body press in close to mine.
It took me all of twenty seconds to realize that the one thing that wasn’t complicated after losing a limb was this—spreading my legs and having someone kneel between them. Creek barely fit. He was massive—wide from shoulder to shoulder like a goddamn redwood tree. The only vulnerability was in his eyes, sort of uncertain as he looked up at me, palms spread over my thighs.
I let out a trembling breath, then touched the edge of his jaw and smiled at him. “You’re beautiful.”
His cheeks flamed red, and he glanced away. “Feels weird to hear that.”
“You don’t like it?”
He shook his head, but when he looked back at me, I realized that wasn’t a no. “Never felt beautiful before. And it’s strange to hear it coming from someone who looks like you.”
I knew I was on the pretty side. I was a grungy surfer most days and a sweaty PE teacher on others. But that didn’t take away from my soft jawline and full lips. And my long hair didn’t help matters.
It was something I’d embraced when I was young. I looked nothing like my brothers—I was smaller and weaker and delicate. The beatings I’d taken from them and the endless amounts of shit they’d talked had burrowed their way into my gut. But instead of letting it ruin me, I let myself embrace it.
With the way Creek looked at me now, I was glad I had. But I felt uncomfortable that no one had ever made him feel as gorgeous as he was. I leaned forward, tipping his chin up and kissing him deeply. “You are one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my life,” I whispered against his lips.
He let out a shuddering breath, then surged up and kissed my neck, running his hand down my torso. His fingers found my left nipple and pinched, sending pleasure zinging down my spine. My eyes fluttered closed, and as he kissed his way farther down, I leaned back on my elbows and allowed myself to just…feel.
His lips were warm, his teeth a little sharp as he grazed them over my hip. His hands spread me a little wider, pulling hard on my tender hip, but the pain was welcome. It kept me grounded because without it, I would’ve shot off the moment his mouth was on me, and I wanted this to last.
I curled my fingers in the bedspread instead of digging them into his short hair. One day, he might let me fuck his face, but tonight, I was letting him set the pace. I was going to make every one of his firsts everything he dreamed of and more. God forbid if this ended, I wanted him to walk away feeling like he’d been treasured.
“Heath.”
I opened my eyes. His chin rested on my hip, and he was looking up at me with a heavy expression.
“You do make me feel like a treasure.”
Oh fuck. I’d said all that aloud? “Um…”
He gripped me by the hips and then laid a wet, messy kiss on the base of my dick. “I want everything with you. And so far,it’s all been amazing. But you don’t need to try to impress me. You’ve already got me, darlin’. Hook, line, and sinker. I’m done for.”
Before I could respond, he picked my cock up and held it straight, then closed his lips around the tip, giving a good, hard suck. My vision whited out for a second, and my hips fucked forward before I could stop them. Creek choked a little as he tried to swallow me down, but instead of pulling away, he chuckled darkly and took a breath before sinking lower.
“Fuck,” I gasped. My hand flew to the back of his head, fingertips resting against the shorn parts of his hair. “Oh fuck, baby. That feels so good. Your mouth…God.”
He hummed, the sound buzzing, sending more tendrils of pleasure shooting through my veins. I gasped as he began to take me in earnest. He was a little sloppy, and his movements were uncertain, but the more I moaned and begged, the bolder he got.
