Chloe’s lips press softly against mine. Her hands run over my shoulders before drifting down my abs. Every muscle she touches contracts, tightening until she moves on. Her hands lift the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. She kisses her way down my body. I’m addicted to the feel of her running her tongue across the rigid muscles.
My dick throbs painfully against the seam of my sweatpants. Her light caresses leave me straining for more. More of her. More of this. More of everything she has to offer.
“Keep your eyes shut. If you open them, then this is over.” Her hot breath trails against my skin.
That’s the last thing I want. I screw my eyes shut and grip onto the comforter. Instead of thinking, I focus on the feel of her lips against my body.
She grips onto the waistband of my sweatpants and briefs at the same time. Every muscle in my body tightens as she slides them down my legs, revealing the part of myself I keep hidden from the world.
Does she think my leg looks as awful as I do? Does the jagged scar and puckered skin freak her out? My body locks up at the onslaught of negative thoughts. I try to banish the idea of Chloe having an up-close and personal view of my stump and metal leg, but everything about the situation make me uncomfortable.
“Santiago. Stop thinking and focus on how I make you feel.” Chloe runs her palms up my thighs. She settles between my legs, and her warmth erases some of the coldness seeping into my bones. Goosebumps pebble my skin as her palm runs up the length of my cock.
Blood roars in my ears at her touch. It’s like static trailing across my skin, crackling from pressure and anticipation. Her lips replace her hand, leaving behind faint kisses across my length. Any scared thought I had melts away as her hot mouth wraps around my dick.
It’s a mix of heaven and hell. Right and wrong. Desperation to make the moment last longer while craving my release from the torture of her mouth.
My cock twitches as she sucks me off, bringing me to the brink of pleasure before pulling away again. I grab a fistful of her hair and tug. “You’re killing me.”
Her lips pop as she releases my cock from her mouth. “Consider this payback for last time.” She pumps my dick once for good measure.
“Enough,” I hiss.
“Why?” she continues, moving her hand up and down.
My balls tighten, and the tingling sensation spreads up my spine. “That’s it.”
Chloe’s wide eyes are the first thing I see when I open mine.
“I’m done with the games.”
She smirks. “You’re the one who broke the first rule.”
“From now on, there’s only one rule that matters and it’s to make you come.” I slide out from under her body and plant my feet on the floor.
She laughs as I drag her to the edge of the bed. With her help, I make quick work of her tank top and shorts. My movements are rushed and lack any kind of finesse. Her underwear and bra meet the same fate on the bedroom floor, and I finally soak up a vision of her naked.
Any worries about my prosthetic leave the room as I check her out. Sunset rays from the sliding door bask her skin in a golden glow. They bring out the navy in her hair, the wavy tendrils covering the white sheet behind her.
Everything about her is perfect. From her tits that fit in the palm of my hand to the tiny birthmark on her hip bone. But what stands out most is how she radiates beauty from the inside out.
“You’re stunning, you know that?”
She bites her lip and looks away.
I grip her thighs, pushing them apart. “Now’s not the time to get shy on me.”
It was a stupid thing to say. I realize that, as I stare down at her, wondering how the fuck I can pull off pleasuring her in the way I’m used to. Would kneeling down kill the mood? It’s not like getting back up is the quickest process.
“Santiago?” Chloe props herself up on her elbows.
“Hmm.” I stare down at my leg.
“For fuck’s sake. I. Don’t. Care.”
I reply with a half-assed mumble.
“But I will care if you leave me high and dry, begging for your cock because you’re too self-conscious to take what you want.”