The lid of the lubeclickedand sounded loud in my ears, creating a symphony with the beating of my heart. His touch to my hip set my body on fire, and I bit my lip to hold back a demand that he get on with it. My impatience teetered on the edge of an outburst, but I held it in.
He grabbed my knee and pushed it up so it was bent, giving him more room. Wet fingers nudged my entrance. It’d been years since I’d fucked someone—before my accident. More pain would come from the stretch, but I welcomed it, especially remembering the pleasure that would come with it.
The first finger in was uncomfortable but didn’t hurt. The burning sensation was an old friend, one I was happy to feel again, especially when it came from PD. He kissed my shoulder, and I clenched my eyes tighter as I contemplated the physical feelings. When he pressed the second finger in, there was a bit of pain, but nothing much. Dealing with my ribs and back was a lot worse than this.
He laid butterfly kisses across my neck and shoulders. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Will. Fuck, you make me so hard.”
I shuddered, the gruffness of his tone sending pleasure spirals south to my cock, which jerked.
“Want to fuck you so bad.”
“What are you waiting for?” I bit out, finally opening my eyes as I glanced over my shoulder at him. “I want your cock.”
He swooped forward and slammed his mouth against mine, and I groaned into the hard kiss. He tasted coppery and sweet. “You sure?”
“Stop asking me and just put your cock in my hole.” I forced myself to smile despite the nervousness that struck me. How much would it hurt? Pain wasn’t anything new, even before the accident, but all at once, the fear of it weighed heavily on me.
The sound of lube squirting reached my ears. I licked my lips, chasing the taste of PD on them. He looked down while I kept my gaze on his face, unable to tear my attention away. Then, the head of his cock was at my hole and his hand was at the back of my knee, raising my leg to give him more access.
“Tell me if you’re in pain, all right?”
I rolled my eyes but offered him a half smile. “I’m always in pain, but yeah, sure. Stick your cock in.”
“That’s a nice slogan right there. Just stick your cock in.” He grinned, then the pressure at my entrance grew as he slowly pushed inside.
As the first bar of his piercing entered me, a strange sensation tickled my insides—not quite discomfort, but not enjoyment, either. It was new, and I couldn’t help but squeeze around him as another bar went in me.
“Okay?” he murmured.
A shiver slid through me. I managed to make a sound of agreement. Tilting my hips back an inch or so, I continued to stare at him as more and more of his cock pushed into my hole. Soon he was balls deep and nudging my prostate.
He squeezed my knee and buried his face against the back of my neck. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” His breath fanned across my skin, teasing. He rocked his hips, and we both groaned.
“Kiss me,” I demanded over my shoulder, and while he chuckled, he did as I’d ordered. He slanted his mouth over mine and pressed in closer, his chest hot against my back. We kissed like this was our last day on Earth, like the accident never happened and the years between then and now were nonexistent. In this room, there was me and him. Rook and PD. Inever wanted anything to change. I didn’t want to be theinjuredKing, Ineededto be Rook again, and it felt as if I was stealing my former self back.
Then, he began to move.
The whole world narrowed on him, and us, and his cock inside me. I shoved the agony in my ribs and back to the dark recesses of my mind, focusing solely on the drag of his Jacob’s ladder in my ass, the stretch of his cock. I reached around to grab the back of his head and force his lips against mine.
We kissed with a bright burst of passion I’d never experienced. It was as if he wanted to consume me, and all the years of yearning amounted to this moment, this need.
He moaned into my mouth, and I nipped his bottom lip as he thrust into me, hammering my prostate. He played my body with the finesse he used on one of his tattoo guns. I was quickly tumbling into an abyss of satisfaction.
He let go of my leg and spat in his hand before hooking his elbow under my knee again and grasping my cock. He stroked up my length, then dipped lower to fondle my balls and play with my guiche piercing.
The bastard gave the ring a tug.
I threw my head back against his shoulder, trembling so hard I expected to vibrate off the bed. It’d been too long since I’d had a cock in me, but PD’s? Fucking hell. I’d dreamed of this.
He kissed a line across my shoulder and sucked a bruise into my neck.
“Come for me,” he whispered, desperation thickening his voice. “Make a mess.”
It was hard to argue with him when I was already tumbling into my orgasm. Between him hitting my prostate with determination, the strange feeling of his piercings scraping my sensitive hole, and his hand around my cock, I was already too far gone.
Me and him.
Will and Paris.
