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“Excellent idea.” The smile he gave me was wicked. I couldn’t unbutton his shirt without the help of my other hand, and he seemed to understand that immediately. When he had the shirt unbuttoned, he left it hanging, then opened his pants, but he didn’t push them down.

“Go ahead, take them off.” He whispered against my lips. It made me smile because he let me enjoy undressing him, but helped me when I needed it. I wasn’t going to think about the past, about the horrible things that were said to me—about me. I would enjoy this incredible man who was here with me now. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. It was impossible not to appreciate how perfect his body was, and now I got to touch it. Using my complete arm, I reached for him, then touched his shoulder, ran my hand down his bicep, and then over his chest. The man had an eight-pack. It was clear he had worked hard on his body, each curve showing the hours in the gym. When I felt the warmth of his skin under my hand, it made me harder. God, I could touch this man for days. “Fuck, you are hot. Fuck.”

“You said fuck twice.”

“Your body is worth saying it twice,” I said as I smiled and kissed him. My lips moved along his neck and shoulders, which made him shudder, and my already rigid shaft throbbed. I wanted to touch him everywhere. With him pulled close, I licked the shell of his ear. My heart beat harder as a moan slipped from his lips. I needed to make him feel good, as I teased the delicate skin of his throat, then worked down his chest. I pushed his jeans down his legs, and he stepped out of them. I could see his arousal through the fabric of his briefs and reached for it, then rubbed and squeezed his length. “Fuck. You are thick and long. I want you.”

“Yes.” It was a simple answer that I could get behind. My lips were bruised because of the urgency behind the kisses. When my legs hit the back of the small couch, I sat down hard. He climbed on my lap and rubbed his ass on my cock. We broke for air and then started again. My hand touched everywhere I could as I enjoyed the way his flesh felt under my palm, and somehow I got more aroused. I didn’t know touch could be this good.

I needed to see him. My fingers slipped under the elastic on his underwear, and I nudged the right side down as much as I could. He stood up and pushed them the rest of the way down. When I saw his cock hard in front of me, my brain went fuzzy. “Holy shit.” It was the best I could come up with.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked me, his voice gritty with lust.

“You are amazing.”

“What’s fair is fair.” He pulled my underwear off. “You are so sexy. I don’t even know where to start, but I have a really good idea.” I watched as he knelt in front of me, his eyes focused on my cock, which twitched at his attention. All I could do was watch as he kissed the inside of my knee, then further up my thigh. His hand ran up my legs, then he wrapped his fingers around my length, and stroked me from base to tip.

“Oh, my god. Angus.” Seeing him on his knees between my thighs was an incredible sight, and one I knew would be locked in my memory forever. His tongue removed the bead of liquid that showed how aroused I was, which made me long to taste him, too. What would my flavor taste like on his lips? Flattening his tongue, he licked along the underside of my shaft, then he took the entire head into his mouth and teased my leaking slit.

“Fucking hell. Feels so incredible.” He hummed around my cock and took me deep into his mouth, sucked, then pulled off again. Each time he reached the crown, he swirled his tongue around the glans, then he scraped his teeth over the sensitive head. I carded my fingers through his hair, didn’t push, but I needed to touch while he controlled my pleasure. Surprisingly, he stopped, then kissed next to my cock and up the muscle toward my abs. I watched as he worked his way up my body, kissing and licking. On my ribs, he sucked harder, and knowing that there would be a mark when we were done made my cock pulse.

As if he read my mind, he smirked at me. “I left a mark. Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay. Why did you do it?”

I wasn’t even sure why I asked the question, but I wanted to hear him tell me what he thought that mark meant. He kissed up my neck, then along my jaw, to my lips, where he took them hard, and it made me ache. When he pulled back, he looked me in the eye. “I left a mark because I want to claim you. Remind you that you are mine every time you see it.” It was surprising to hear, but it did something to my insides. The weight I had carried for years started to lift with his words. This incredible man wanted to claim me as his.

“It’s perfect.” He kissed the clavicle of my left arm, then down the bicep. The fact that he wasn’t shying away from my damaged limb did more for me than anybody ever had, but when his lips kissed the inside of my elbow and then worked to the end of my arm, I shuddered. For the second time in one night, I felt tears as they slid down my cheeks.

Watching intently, he dropped to his knees again. Angus kissed my ribs over the angry scars there, where they had removed the steel that nearly cut me in half. His hands worked down my thighs, slid over the area where they had to remove muscle that had become pulp. I couldn’t watch. What he did was too much, and it was everything. The heat of his breath was on those scars, then the warmth of his mouth as he traced more of them, not pulling away from the injuries. It was loving, kind, and passionate. He worked back to my inner thigh, kissing towards my balls that were already drawing up because the pleasure was both physical and mental. Angus was doing it for me in so many ways. He took me in his mouth again, pleasuring me with his lips and tongue. The entire time my length was in the wet heat of his mouth, his hand squeezed and stroked.

“I’m getting close,” I warned. The feeling of lips wrapped around me was incredible. Definitely one of the sexiest things I had ever seen; it was gorgeous, and he made me feel lightning under my skin. I wanted this to last longer, but if I kept watching, it would be all over. Eyes closed, I leaned back and felt the molten heat rise as he worked me over—it was perfect. I shivered as tingles rippled through me.

“Oh shit. Angus.” He didn’t stop. He doubled down and took me deeper. “Angus. Oh fuck. Angus.” It felt like a rocket ripped through me. My orgasm was intense, overwhelming, and bordered on pain. I had never felt pleasure that intense before. With my eyes closed tightly, bright white light was behind my lids, while I pulsed into Angus’ mouth—he swallowed it all. When I could open my eyes, he continued to milk me for every drop, then pulled off before I became oversensitive.

His hand was on his own erection, and I smiled at him. “Come here.” He stood up, and I wrapped my hand around his while he stroked himself. I pulled his lips to mine. As I kissed him deeply, the taste of my release was on his tongue. My cock tried to respond, but was down for a bit. Our hands continued to move along his length as he moaned with pleasure. When his eyes began to roll back, I watched as he shattered, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His come landed on my chest and neck; the heat made me shiver, and it felt like he claimed me a second time with his seed. “God yes Eion. So good. Eion, yes.”

My name on his lips made my heart beat hard, and even though I could blame it on endorphins, there were also strong emotions tumbling around inside my chest. I wanted to tell myself this was a couple of consenting adults having an intimate moment, nothing more, but I could feel more than that, and it terrified me. He sat heavily next to me on my right side. Taking my hand, he brought the back of it to his lips and kissed my knuckles. “You’re amazing. That was incredible.” He made a little humming noise.

“Thank yo—“

He cut me off. “Eion, you are gorgeous. All of you and I want to hurt anybody who has ever told you differently.” My heart leaped, and I couldn’t believe he saw the part of me that had been so damaged by someone’s words. I curled into him, and his hand went around my back, where he held me tight against him. I knew I was unable to speak, but I trusted he understood what I felt.

“I’ve never experienced something like this with someone before. Never.” I had no idea what prompted me to say that. He made me brave enough to share a truth, even though it was delicate, almost embarrassing.

“Angus, it was so good. I hope that wasn’t a one-off.” I really needed to stop talking, because that sounded like I wanted a commitment from him. We still hardly knew each other, and I splashed my emotional bucket of water all over him. I was going to blame the fact that I had come harder than ever before on the lack of control over my words. Which was as bad as what I had just said. I tried to tell myself that this was a great time, and he is a great guy. I didn’t need to start talking about wanting more, less than five minutes after one of—if not the best—sexual experiences of my life. Though we had discussed labeling this thing between us.

"I certainly hope it wasn’t a one-off. There are a lot more things I’d like to explore physically with you.” He kissed the side of my head, and I could feel the smile.

“I like that idea.” He made that small humming noise again. It seemed to mean he was happy. We cuddled for a for awhile, and muttered sweet words to each other. If we had been in bed, I would have fallen sound asleep by now, but we were sitting on this small couch, which wasn’t exactly comfortable, though it worked for now. “As much as I don’t want to leave you right now, I need to get to work.” He stood between my knees again and kissed me gently. This was a kiss that promised more another time. I couldn’t wait to enjoy each other more. Animals still needed to be cared for, and it was nearly 12:00 p.m. Hopefully, all the residents would forgive me for my lateness, but they should know that I would one hundred percent do it again.

“I understand, but I am very glad we had this conversation.” I gave him a smirk. It was amazing how he treated me. He loved on me like there wasn’t anything different about my body. It felt good.

“I think you might like helping me get ready.” He kissed up my neck and across my jaw. “You seem like the type of man who enjoys controlling their partner, and it is super convenient that I want to hand over control.”

“Oh. Next time I’ll put you on your knees and drive my cock into you until you come hands-free.” My hands were on his arms, and when he heard my words, his entire body shuddered. He liked that idea.

“Yes, please.” There were a lot of things we could do together. I might have met my match in the bedroom, and I couldn’t be happier. I smiled at Angus as he pulled his clothes from the garment bag. I liked that he didn’t bother going into another room. I was going to watch the show since he was offering it. Not surprisingly, his getting dressed was as sexy as his taking off the clothes. He looked amazing in black jeans and boots, then pulled on an emerald-green button-down. His eyes were on me while he tucked in his shirt. “I’d like you to help me with something. Can you hold and tie something tight when wearing your prosthetic?”