He was just as hard for me as I was for him.
When he looked at me, I saw the same love shining back.
My leg didn’t hold a candle to all he’d survived, but he wouldn’t abandon me, even dealing with his own ongoing health problems. I was still his main concern. Elation and a tinge ofguilt swarmed through me and melted into another sweet wave of something delicious.
My hand shook with a combination of nerves and need, fighting through pain as I prepped him. “Mind if it’s quick? My leg?—”
“Do it,” Will growled, shifting impatiently. “Fuck me.”
The demand transformed my cock into a live wire.
The lube still on my fingers went on my dick, and then I tossed the bottle and nudged his hole with my cockhead. My muscles trembled as I shifted to try to get my injured leg in a better spot, then arched forward, burrowing into his tight heat. That initial moment of being surrounded by perfection made my head fuzzy and my balls tight.
My left leg began to shake. It was taking the brunt of my weight.
“If you aren’t okay?—”
I slapped his ass. “I would have to be dead to stop.” I pulled out and thrust in hard. We both sighed. “Missed too much time.”
My cock was in heaven. Only a few minutes went by before my hair was standing on end and I was sucking in air like I’d run a marathon. Will clenched his hole on me, maybe on purpose, and it was all over. My groin tightened and I yelled as I pumped cum deep into his ass, then kept going. It wouldn’t be enough to get him off, though.
“I’ll finish myself,” Will said, disappointment heavy in his tone.
“Like hell. Move.” I slid out of his ass and hated leaving my favorite spot on Earth.
“Hold on. What are you doing?” Will grabbed my arms as I turned and began to sit. I missed the bed and cursed as I landed hard on my ass with my injured leg stiffly out in front of me.
“Are you okay?” Will’s eyes were huge as he bit his lip. The jerk was holding back laughter. His mouth kept twitching.
“Nope.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled as I opened wide and sucked him down. I was spent. My leg fucking hurt since my cock was out of play to distract me from it, but I needed this as much as I’d needed to empty my balls. I slapped his ass, and he gasped, sliding deep into my mouth.
“PD?”
I slapped his other asscheek, and he grasped my ears. The message must’ve been delivered loud and clear because he didn’t mess around, he fucked deep. I gagged, but he rolled his hips without mercy. He slipped into my throat with little growls that would’ve had my dick waving again under normal circumstances.
He slammed against my mouth and grunted. His cock swelled while he unloaded down my throat in warm bursts, and I got lightheaded from lack of oxygen as he rutted there. “Shit, I love you, PD.”
Air rushed into my lungs as he pulled out, leaving me giddy. “I love you, too.”
A few seconds passed while our situation sank in. Me on the floor, still in my jeans and brace with my spent cock hanging out. Him naked, dick shiny with spit.
“Sit.”
He didn’t argue, simply settled on the floor on the side of my uninjured leg. He wrapped me up in his arms, and I slumped there. Time drifted.
“We have about two hundred eighty thousand in the bank, right?”
“Mm-hmm.” I grabbed toward the bed and pulled down the top blanket, then sort of half-assed slung it across us.
“What if we took the money and expanded your tattoo parlor?”
I glanced at him with a frown. “Why would we do that? What about your studio?”
Will kissed my cheek, then danced his lips to my neck. “So we could work in the same place every day.”
Excitement chased through me and I grinned. My heart leaped. “I never thought of that. We’d have to buy the building next door. Maybe move locations.”