“Don’t you get it?” he asks softly, his eyes never leaving mine. They stare at me, unblinking. There’s a quiet urgency in his voice, like whatever he’s about to say is important, and he’s trying to make sure I don’t miss even one syllable. The hand on my chest slides down, gliding down my side before making its way to the bumpy skin of my back. When his fingertips gently brush the textured skin, I whine.
I fucking whine.
He grazes the webbed mass of scars with such a reverent, gentle touch. Like it’s a privilege. It starts to heal something broken inside me, gluing some of those jagged pieces back together.
“Don’t you know there’s strength in surviving? If that’s not beautiful, I don’t know what is,” he whispers. “Isn’t that what you basically said to me?”
“Luke,” I gasp. My fingers thread into the loose bun at the back of his head, my other hand grasping his hips so tightly that my fingers must be making indents in his skin. Some desperate, needy part of me wants to crawl inside him. I want to anchor myself to him and never let go. “I didn’t want you to have to see…”
He quietly shushes me, kissing me tenderly. Up until now, our kisses have mostly been hurried, frantic, and heated. But this kiss is languid and slow. The softness of his lips against mine has more tension easing from my body, and my legs begin to tremble. Luke guides me backwards until my shoulders hit the wall behind me, propping me up. And still, he continues kissing me. He takes his time, never speeding up or pushing for more. Occasionally, his tongue flicks along the seams of my lips but he seems content to just kiss me. And the entire time, his fingers gently trail up and down my back.
At best, I was hoping he would be able to ignore my scars. I wasn’t expecting…this.
Our lips are swollen by the time we finally pull apart, the room quiet aside from our panting.
“Iwantto see you. Every vulnerable part, and every inch you hide from everyone else. Maybe I’m selfish when it comes to you, because I want itall.” His eyes darken as they rove down my torso, his hand trailing through the sparse hairs near my happy trail. The tips of his black-painted fingernails pause on the edge of my towel, the damp fabric now hanging low on my waist. My muscles jump under his touch, heat swirling in my gut as my cock begins to tent the cotton material. “Maybe if I were better with words, you would believe me. Maybe I can show you?”
I swallow, and my voice comes out breathless. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
I hesitate still, despite the conviction in his voice and the pre-cum beginning to ooze from my tip. Not only do I want his hands on me, I’ve been craving his touch since the first time I saw him. And although he’s touched me, I’ve not really let himexploreme yet. I don’t usually set myself up to be…vulnerable in front of others.
“You’re still in charge here, big guy. I just want to make you feel good,” Luke reassures me, somehow knowing the exact words I need to hear. He presses a kiss to my chest, his lips trailing up my neck with nipping kisses. When he makes it to my ear, his warm breath making my skin pebble with goosebumps, his teeth tug on my lobe. “Should I get on my knees and beg?”
I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. “I like that idea.”
“Turn around again.” The breathless plea in his voice makes my stomach flip.
Hesitating only briefly, I do as he requests. Exposing my back once more, I plant both palms on the wall in front of me and ignore the slight tremor running through my fingers. The sensation of his hands on my bare hips, his warm lips grazing my scarred back make me jump. A strangled, surprised sort of moan escapes me when those lips begin trailing down my back.
“Luke, fuck,” I hiss.
He hums softly against my skin, taking his time as he trails downward. He alternates between gentle, chaste kisses and nipping ones. His mouth sucks my skin, making my knees tremble. He continues the pattern for several long minutes, something like awe filling me as pleasure curls in my stomach.
Nobody has… Nobody has ever…
Before long, my cock is aching and precum is sliding down my shaft.
A quiet rustling reaches my ears, my eyes opening as Luke gently taps my hip in a silent request to turn again. My heart stalls in my chest, all the blood in my body rushing south at the sight of Luke Parker on his knees for me. His pupils are blown with desire as he blinks up at me through his long lashes, his lips parted with a hungry, pleading expression.
Fuck.
“Can Ipleaseput your cock in my mouth?”
My head thumps back against the wall. “Shit, I think I’m going to come.”
He smirks. “That’s the point.”
“Brat,” I mutter, although there’s no real bite to it.
His hands grasp the edges of my towel, but he makes no move to take it off. He waits for my permission.
“You don’t have to…” I trail off, my fingers curling in on themselves. God, even the idea of his mouth on my cock has me on the verge of coming. But this is all still so new to him, and he’s never done this before. I don’t want to push him too far too fast. Selfishly, I want him to enjoy sucking me off. Want him to crave it, to wake up with his mouth wrapped around it. If I push him too far, if I make him uncomfortable… I don’t want to do that to him.
“Will youpleaseteach me to suck your cock the way you like it?”
“Fuck!” I bark out the word, my hips punching forward once like they just can’t control themselves. I’ve tried to be considerate here, to allow him to explore this new side of his sexuality slowly. But a man can only hold back so much, especially when Luke Parker is on his knees saying things likepleaseso sweetly.
