“Too sensitive?”
“No. Too bloody nice.”
He tentatively sucks one into his mouth and holds it there, warming it with his tongue. I moan softly. “Pretty fucking hot, rash whisperer.”
That stuff about me not on the edge? It’s fair to say things are ramping up in that department. If he wraps his palm around me and continues whatever it is he’s doing with my ball and his tongue and his cheek, then?—
“You might wanna…”
I’m about to suggest that if he’d like the piercing hunt to end, he might want to trail his fingers a couple of whispers behind where his mouth does some stellar work. But I’m too busy arching off the bed. He’s found it himself. His teeth have latched onto my uber-sensitive guiche piercing, hiding just behind my loaded, tightening, and ready-to-fire bollocks. When his hand closes around my dick and he gives the barbell a little tug—I swear the thing feels directly bolted onto my prostate—I’m fucking done for.
“Coming,” I bite out, as if my sound effects and shudders aren’t clue enough. The first jet hits my fucking ear, it’s soexplosive; the second sprays my chest. Luke catches the third in his hand, and the rest sprays fuck knows where, but it keeps on coming. Luke joins in, wanking himself above me until he’s all emptied out in a sticky pool on my belly.
I grab his wrist and pull him onto me. “Get here. Kiss me. I need you.”
We kiss breathlessly until I’m softly stroking Luke’s back under his hoodie and recovered enough to make sense.
“You found it then.” I press my lips to the top of his hood.
“Yeah.” He giggles. “Didn’t know it was your on switch.”
“It’s…um…pretty sensitive.”
“I bet.” Luke shudders. “Did it hurt, getting it done?”
“Nah, not really.”
“Liar,” he shoots back, giggling again.
“Totally. My eyes still water now, five years later, just thinking of it. Half a champagne flute sticking out of my arm is nothing in comparison.” I love that unguarded laugh. Knowing I’m the cause tickles my soul. When he giggles like that, and snuggles in like this, I could walk on water.
CHAPTER 25
LUKE
“This forced inactivity has been good for me,” Neil says as I prepare our fifth breakfast together. I half-wondered if he’d go back to his place yesterday, but he said he was happy loafing around at mine if that was okay with me.
More than. Coming through the door from a day at work to find him sprawled out on my sofa is actually rather wonderful.
“Not that inactive,” I point out. Now I’ve discovered the taste of his dick, I can’t get enough. Going to bed with Neil, waking up with Neil, sharing the sofa, the shower, the kitchen, and my little back yard with Neil, is a conversation I never want to finish. Sex with him is comfort and heat, tangled together with a desire that’s deep, steady, and impossible to exhaust. My heart still feels stunned every time I think about him. That I don’t know what I’m doing half the time doesn’t matter. I’m a fast learner and trust him implicitly.
“I’ve been using the time you’ve not been herepestering me for sexto do a lot of thinking,” he continues.
No shit. He sits at my small table, watching me potter around. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He gives his injured arm a little wave. “I’ve been mulling things over with my new plaster cast friend.”
Okay, so I didn’t expect that. “That oral morphine must be packing a punch.”
I stare at his white, plaster-coated arm, still pristine. “Does this…um… new friend have a name?”
“She does.” Neil gives the hard shell a friendly stroke. “Polly. She’s a great listener.”
I pass him a cup of tea and his good arm slips around my back, pulling me closer. “And what have you and…er…Polly been discussing?”
He turns his head to kiss my shoulder. I’m building up the courage to show him my hair. To someone looking in from the outside, still hiding it from him after all this time must sound as crazy as talking to a plaster cast, but then they’re not inside my head, are they? And I’m not inside Neil’s. We all have our coping mechanisms; a plaster cast is no sillier than a wooden bead bracelet or naming three sensory inputs.
“She’s been telling me that the sweet guy looking after me speaks a lot of sense. And that I should start taking his advice.”
