“This is me for the rest of my life. You can’t fix a brain injury. I’m stuck like this.”
“Look at me.” He grasped my face between his hands, and I opened my eyes. “You’re not something I want to fix. Do I wish you were the same person as before the accident? Yeah, but only because I never want you to suffer. I never want you to be in painor hurting. No matter what happens, though, I’m not leaving your side. Ever.” He tapped the spot beside my new tattoo. “This says it right here. You’re mine. And I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere. But I need to know how you’re feeling. When something’s not right or you’re hurting or if you’re just fucking down, you tell me, all right?”
I wasn’t going to cry, but fuck if it wasn’t close. I smiled and kissed him, and his mouth melded against mine with a fiery passion I felt all the way down to my toes. I worked on getting him out of his pants while he kicked off his boots and socks. When he was naked, he broke the kiss, gasping for air.
“I’ll get the shower warm. You lose those.” He nodded at my jeans and boots, and I chuckled.
“Are we washing you or something more?” I teased.
“We’ve got time for a little something.” His eyes twinkled as he stepped away from me and opened the glass door of the shower. I watched his ass, not quite able to tear my gaze away until I forced myself. The sooner I got my clothes off, the sooner I could join him.
I got rid of the rest of my clothes right as he stepped under the water, and I quickly snuck in. While the shower wasn’t really big enough for two of us, it was nice to be squished against him, his chest pressed to mine.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” I glanced down at the bruises littered across his torso and up to his hurt jaw and cheek.
He made a face. “I should be asking you that. But no, I’m fine.”
“Me too. I know what would make me feel better, though.” I grinned wickedly at him and went to my knees, which wasn’t easy. I had to do some maneuvering of my legs, and by the time I was in position, I grabbed his hips and dragged him closer. His cock was already hard, flushed red at the tip and curvingup toward me, begging for the attention. The silver jewelry that made up that devastating Jacob’s ladder winked at me.
PD groaned and spread his feet, giving me more room to work. He carded his fingers through my hair, grabbing a handful and tugging in a way that stole a gasp from me. Pleasurable pain swept down the length of me, directly to my balls. My dick ached, reminding me of its existence, as if I’d ever forget.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, slapping the wide head against my lips, and it earned me a deep-seated moan from him. The raw sound came from the depths of his throat. My cock responded, growing harder until I didn’t think it was possible to get any firmer.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t know how hot you look on your knees.” He brushed his fingers down my jaw, then up my cheek and back through my hair again. “Take my cock. Show me how much you belong to me.”
A throaty whine slipped from me as I darted my tongue out to lick his slit. Hunger consumed me. It was difficult to stay focused and not be swept away with ecstasy. He was warm and hard under my palm, precum building at his slit. I took another taste. I was already addicted to him and craved as much as I could get.
“Like that, baby.” He tugged my hair again, and I hissed at the pleasantzingthat came with it.
I nuzzled his length and inhaled him deeply. What would I do without him? Hopefully, I never found out. He’d be with me forever.
I swiped my tongue along one of the veins, tracing it until I reached the head of his cock, and I took it into my mouth. Warm water pounded my back, and it was the perfect sensation to go with the heaviness of his length. He tasted clean and salty at the same time.
I swirled my tongue around the head, then took him deeper. His piercings clicked against my teeth as I fought to open wider.He was already girthy, so that took some thought. He touched the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, and the muscles contracted around him, eliciting a guttural groan from him.
His hold on my hair tightened and his hips jerked forward, sending him farther down my throat, which worked around him aggressively. I grasped his hips, fingernails digging into his vulnerable skin.
Need skittered through me and shot south, adding weight to my already heavy sack. I resisted the urge to tug my guiche piercing, despite the unrivaled desire to wrap my hand around my cock and jerk off in time with blowing him.
Not yet.
Just a little longer.
“Fuck, Will. You’re so good at this.”
I whined and sucked him harder, desperate to bring him over the edge. He deserved all this and more. I’d give him the fucking world if he wanted it. My heart thumped so loud that I wondered if he could hear it over the spray of water, and my fingers tingled.
There were no words to describe how much I wanted this with him every day for the rest of our lives. I needed to taste him, hug him, feel the warmth of his skin under my hands. My desperation for him had reached new levels.
I took him all the way down to the base, my eyes watering as I gagged and fought through the sensation of his jewelry scraping my throat. His shudder and curse made it all worth it. He trembled underneath my hands, coming unraveled.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” His fingers shook in my hair and his cock jerked in my mouth before a flood of hot cum surged down my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but he pulled out and pumped his final load into my mouth. A thin stream dribbled down my chin.
When he was done, I pulled away and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
He hummed in delight and tugged on my hair, signaling me to stand up. He helped by hooking his hands under my armpits and dragging me to my feet, and then his fingers were wrapped around my dick, jerking me off.
I shuddered and leaned my forehead against his shoulder, cursing him under my breath. His palm was warm and his grip tight, and I was already on edge from giving him a blowjob. I was so close it hurt.
