“Last time was my ex. He was one of the, uh, guys who…” He gestured toward his face.
Oh, fuck no. No, no, no.
“Knight,” I said, pained.
He craned his neck to look over his shoulder at me, expression vulnerable. “Call me Will? He never did.”
“Will,” I said softly. “You deserved better than that.”
His smile twisted. “Just fuck me good, okay? Replace every memory I have of him.”
My concerns about his bruised body receded beneath the anger that surged up, boiling over into lust.
I pulled back and thrust deep. “Forget him.” Thrust. “He wasn’t worthy of you.” Thrust. “He’s nothing.”
“Yes,” Knight rasped, between grunts and groans. “Fuck, Angel. So good.”
He fisted his cock, stroking as I fucked him. I brushed my right hand over his chest, pausing to tweak his nipple as I ground against his prostate.
His breath stuttered, and he tilted his ass to take me deeper. We fell into a rhythm, both of our hips rolling to meet in fiercer thrusts.
My whole existence narrowed down to the peak we were chasing. I wrapped my hand around Knight’s, urging him to stroke faster.
“I can’t hold out,” I gasped. “Gonna come.”
“Fuck, yeah. Come in my ass, Angel. Want your cum inside me.”
The king of dirty words had struck again.
My balls drew up, the building pressure suddenly snapping, and I cried out as electricity shot through me, my cock pulsing out its release.
Knight groaned, body tensing, and then his dick jerked in our hands. The hot wash of his orgasm coated my fingers.
I exhaled shakily against his neck. “God, Will. That was fucking amazing.”
He raised his arm to grasp the back of my neck and twisted toward me. I think he intended to kiss me, but he went rigid, smile sliding into a grimace of pain.
“Shit.” I carefully withdrew, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from him, and helped ease him onto his back. “Did I hurt you? I went too hard.”
He smiled up at me, grin loose and sloppy, lip oozing blood once more, though he didn’t seem to notice. “Angel, you gave me exactly what I wanted.”
“More pain?” I asked skeptically.
“Good pain,” he murmured, “is just another form of pleasure.”
I cocked my head, studying his expression, but he wasn’t kidding. As a doctor, I kind of got it. We had patients rate their pain so that we could get a measure of how they were healing. But in some cases, pain was a good indicator. In childbirth, for example, pain brought about life.
“As long as I only ever bring you good pain,” I murmured as I gently kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Mm. Agreed.” He nuzzled into my neck, breathing me in. “I feelverygood right now.”
“You’re not sore?”
“Oh no, I’m sore everywhere,” he said with a chuckle. “But now it’s from being well-fucked. I’ll take that over an ass-kicking anytime.”
I propped myself on an elbow beside him and reached out to smooth his hair back. “What you said about your ex…”
“What about him?” he asked, voice turning bleak.
