Page 88 of Pucked Up

“Anything you want. You don’t have to ask.”

I searched his face and found the truth, then kissed him for his bravery to say it aloud. His mouth was lush and needy, but I didn’t linger there. I kissed over his hammering pulse and over his chest, spending time on each nipple until they were peaked and sensitive. I moved down his ribs, avoiding the spots where he was ticklish and spoiling the places that made his body twitch and moan.

Reaching above him, I grabbed as many pillows as I could, shoving them under his knees, and then I pushed his legs until his hips were open and relaxed. When I heard his soft sigh of contentment, I crouched between his thighs and pulled his cock out from the slit in his boxers.

“Why is this so hot?” he asked me.

I tilted my head to the side. “Because you lo—because you care for me.”

He swallowed heavily, then shook his head. “No, that’s…it’s so much more than that. Hugo—fuck. I feel like I’m a mess at this, and I wasn’t sure I’d even know what love was, even if it slapped me across the face. And I think it actually did.”

“Well, across the ass,” I clarified.

His ears burned bright red, and he cleared his throat. “I’m trying to be sentimental here, asshole.”

I grinned at him and leaned down. The head of his cock was just pushing through the foreskin, and I gave it a wet, messy kiss in apology. “Désolé.”

He took in a shuddering breath, then touched the side of my face until I looked up at him. “I love you too. I’m…I’minlove with you too. I didn’t really grow up with the best role models, so I’m probably going to fuck up a lot, but I need you to know I will always try.”

“And I will always be patient with you.”

Something dark crossed his face, a shadow of doubt, maybe. He swallowed thickly. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it. Please. I totally understand if you can’t?—”

“Boden.” I surged up, dragging my clothed chest over his, and quieted him with a kiss. When he sagged back against the headboard again, I pulled back. “I will always,” I said slowly, pointedly, “be patient with you.”

He breathed out a small sigh, then nodded. “Youbelieve me, right? That I love you. Even after everything?”

“Especially after everything. Love is never cruel, and loving is never hard, but being brave isn’t always easy.” I kissed him again. “As long as you promise not to run.”

“Never again,” he said.

I took his mouth against mine one more time before scooting back down. Gripping his cock, I began a gentle stroke, picking up as his breathing started to hitch in his chest. His eyes closed, and he began to move his hips in tiny thrusts forward, chasing the sensation.

I gripped him harder, then fitted my mouth around the head and sank down. The noise he made was like a chorus of ecstasy, and I wanted to fill the room with it. I sucked harder, took him deeper, one palm cupping his balls, the fingers of my other hand toying with his nipples.

I loved how sensitive he was—how eager. He was touch starved, and I understood that on a fundamental level, that couldn’t be explained in words. But it wouldn’t last forever. Soon enough, there would be a glut, and I was looking forward to the day when I held him just a little too tight because I wanted to, not because I needed to.

But for now, I would take this. It was raw and unrefined and full of jagged edges, but those wouldn’t last forever.

It took me years to learn to be a good husband for Reid, and the moment I thought I was finally gettingit right, he was gone.

Now, with Boden, I had a chance to start over. But this time, I wasn’t as young. I wasn’t unseasoned and green. I knew better. I knew how tobebetter—to pay closer attention. To read his body and know exactly what he wanted and what he needed. How far to push and when to pull back.

“I’m going to come. Hugo—Hugo,” he gasped.

I pulled off, gently stroking his cock as I kissed my way up his body. “How do you want to come?” I asked when I had his attention. His eyes were wide and feverish. “In my mouth? In my ass? Do you want me to hold you and kiss you and stroke you?—”

“Yes. Shit. All of that.” He surged up and took my mouth almost frantically. “Sorry. I know that’s not very…exciting, but?—”

“Everything about you is exciting. Even your smallest kisses are erotic, mon petit feu. I love everything about you.”

His hands were trembling when they flew to my chest and dug into my shirt. “Come with me. Will you? Please?”

I shook my head. “My love. I can’t tonight. It was all too much.” I was hard, but not hard enough. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“I want to feel you,” he said, a little shy and plaintive. I realized he was nervous that I would turn him down. That maybe I didn’t want him the same way he wanted me.

I needed to disabuse of him of that immediately. Pulling back, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt, tossingit off the side of the bed. It took a moment for my tense joints to unwind enough that I could shimmy out of my trousers, but it wasn’t long before I was naked beside him.

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