“You.”
He tossed aside his phone, and I almost passed out from joy when he firmly gripped my cock through my jeans and squeezed. “Maybe you should stretch out on our bed?”
The hunger in his eyes had me nodding. He teased me with his rough fingers until I batted his hand away and struggled to my feet. Collecting my crutches took about three seconds longer than an eternity.
“Get naked.” I started toward our room at the end of the hall—it used to just be mine, but Will slept with me now. I didn’t know what I would do if he ever decided to go back to his. Hopefully, I would never find out.
“Why should I follow orders?” I could hear the mischief in his tone as he hustled ahead of me, already pulling off his T-shirt as he disappeared into our room.
“Because you want to get fucked,” I called.
I half expected my dick to take a vacation on this journey, since it hurt to walk, but it was still alive and kicking, probably because I was practically salivating at the mental image of getting my hands on Will’s naked body.
It had been too long.
When I made it into the room, I almost fell over. Will was spread out on the bed, his furred thighs parted and his cock standing at attention as I got closer. I struggled out of my shirt, but when I could see again, Will was scraping his teeth over hisbottom lip as he lightly teased his cockhead with his thumb and forefinger.
My cock assured me if it got any harder in my jeans, it would snap right off, so I tossed down my crutches, popped my fly, and pulled it out—then was left with a real dilemma.
I whined, and a sexy, low laugh from Will filled the air.
“Between my leg and this stupid brace and your ribs, how the hell do we get my cock in your ass?”
Will stroked his shaft, and I leaned forward and grabbed his thigh, doing my best to reel him in.
He laughed and slid off the bed. I sighed in relief when I was able to wrap my arms around his solid body and flirt my tongue past his soft lips into his scalding, perfect mouth. His beard tickled my chin. Pleasure and need took hold of my actions as I rutted against his hip, the frantic edge of lust sizzling sparks along my shaft.
Will pulled back with a sly smile. “Where there’s a will—” He thrust his hips. “—there’s a way.”
I knocked my forehead against his. “How long have you been waiting to say that?”
The confidence shining in his toothy grin made my balls ache to unload. A warm drop of precum slid down and dripped off my cockhead, giving me a shiver.
“So long. I didn’t think you were ready for puns before now.” He slid his hands around my waist and dragged me closer. Something about the move struck me in a primal way—reminded me of him urging me on so I could fuck him deeper—and I attacked his lips again, sliding my hands down to grab his meaty ass.
“Your leg all right?” he asked.
“Who cares? Fuck,” I snarled.
He shifted and his hard cock brushed mine. I ground our hips together and was satisfied when he groaned and wound his armsaround my shoulders. We stood there for a few minutes, kissing, caressing, winding each other up. I could tell Will was trying to be careful, which opened up a strange, warm hole in my chest. All those years I’d done everything I could for him, and he wasn’t hesitating to do the same.
His beard tickled again as he kissed along my jaw. Shivers raced over my arms. The need to touch the silky skin of his cock settled into my brain, a nagging desire. I slid my hand between us and gripped him, moaning as he pulsed and firmed up even more. He broke away and gasped. I stared into his eyes as I stroked him, and he bared his teeth.
“Can you fuck me?” he murmured.
“I’ll die trying.”
He smirked. “You don’t have to go that far.”
My leg ached and I closed my eyes. “Let’s move, because the only thing worse than leaving you hanging would be fizzling out halfway through.”
Will must’ve agreed because he hustled to the nightstand to grab the lube. We shifted so he could bend over and brace himself on the bed, and I steadied myself on his hips. He’d been so good to me during all this that my breath caught. Occasionally, I used to wonder if Will would be there for me, in my darker moments when he was recovering.
Would he do the same?
Would he love me as much as I loved him if I wasn’t the same man he’d first met?
Now I knew. The answer was a resoundingyes.
