Chapter 7 Mattie #2
I grabbed the bag, unloaded the subs and pasta salad into the fridge, and put the chips on the counter. “Toby good?”
Sam’s eyes softened and he smiled. “Yeah, the little matchmaker is fine. He’ll be at Jasper’s all weekend.”
Wrapping my arms around his waist and pushing him into the corner of the counter, I grinned. “So, we have the whole weekend to get as dirty as we want?”
Sam rolled his hips, his hard cock rubbing against mine through his lounge pants. “All weekend.”
Something telling crossed his face and I kissed him. “No worries, we’ll work on the site during downtime.”
He chuckled and pressed his forehead to mine. “Oh, thank god. I wanna be here with you, but the deadline is killing me.”
“We’ll get it done.” I nuzzled my nose against his.
The heat simmering between us blazed to life when Sam gripped my chin and owned my mouth. Yanking on his shirt, I pulled him to my bedroom and locked the door behind us.
He stripped out of his clothes and stroked himself, watching me.
“Fuck,” I muttered, shucking my pants to the floor, stepping close, and walking him backward to the bed. “Top or bottom?”
“I like to flip, but I can go either way if you only do one or the other.”
“Fuck,” I said again, capturing his mouth for a wet, sloppy kiss. “Love to flip.”
“I brought condoms if we…” he started.
“I have some too.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical and negative test.” His fiery eyes caught mine as his words sank in.
Oh shit.
I’d never ditched the condoms with anyone.
Hadn’t ever truly trusted anyone enough to think about it.
But with Sam, I had no doubts.
“My tests were negative,” I answered.
“Without?”
I nodded, breathless emotion clogging my throat too much to speak.
“Get on the bed,” Sam ordered.
Scrambling to comply, I spread out on the king-sized mattress and reached for him. He grabbed the lube and tossed it on the bed before cuddling close and taking my dick to the back of his throat.
I groaned and thrust my hips, loving his hot tongue swirling over my shaft. When he licked his fingers and worked them between my ass cheeks, I whimpered, “Please, Sam.”
“Hand me the lube.”
Nearly throwing it at him, I gripped the base of my cock as he coated his fingers. When he tongued my slit and worked his lubed fingers into my crack, I cried out. Sam opened me slowly and gently, sucking me softly as his fingers breached my hole and stretched my tight ring.
“Oh god, Sam, please.”
“What do you want?”
“Give me that dick,” I begged.
Sam moved between my legs and shoved a pillow under my ass. Lining his cockhead up with my hole, he pressed in slowly. Inch by inch, he owned my body. My breath caught at the slick, bare heat of his cock buried in my ass.
“God, Mattie, look how you open for me.” He stroked my cock. “You look so pretty on my cock.”
He dropped to his elbows and took my mouth, our tongues mating in a hot, desperate dance as he thrust into me over and over.
“Never been with someone like this,” he whispered against my mouth. “Never been bare with anyone else. Only you, Mattie.”
My heart soared, and I knew everything from our pasts had led us right to this moment in time. He was my person, my future, my everything. He’d been that back then, but it hadn’t been right. This year when I celebrated Christmas, I’d do it with the love of my life by my side.
“Fuck, Sam. So good. Oh god, I’m close.”
He stilled. “Wanna feel you inside me when you come.”
The growl escaping my chest filled the room. “Move to the edge of the bed.”
Sam pulled out gently and positioned himself on his back with his ass on the edge. Kissing the inside of his knees, I moved his legs to rest over my shoulders before I grabbed the lube and slicked my cock.
With the excess liquid, I teased his pucker and worked him open. “Gonna fill this pretty hole with my cum.”
Sam’s glistening cock jerked against his stomach.
The exquisite heat of his body gripped me tightly as I inched into him. He hissed as his body stretched around me and fisted his cock.
“Jack yourself off, wanna see you come before I give you my load.”
Sam stroked himself as I pumped my hips, my slick cock sliding in and out as my balls pressed against the fleshy globes of his ass.
My orgasm was too close, but we had all the time in the world. As badly as I wanted to savor the moment, my balls screamed for release. “Fuck, Sam. I’m close. Come for me.”
He worked his fist up and down his dick before grunting and shooting creamy white stripes onto his chest and belly.
With his hole clenching around me, I gave in to my release and poured every bit of myself into his body. My cock pulsed shot after shot deep in his ass, and I buried my face in his calf with a groan as he milked every drop from me.
When we finally caught our breaths and cuddled together on the first spare inch of the bed we came to in our hurry to hold each other, I cupped Sam’s face and kissed him. “That was definitely worth the wait.”
He grinned and nodded with a grunt.
Eventually, we maneuvered ourselves to the head of the mattress but stayed curled together. When both our stomachs growled, we chuckled and rolled from bed. After soaping up and rinsing off quickly in the shower, we made our way to the kitchen to gather a picnic of sorts.
Back in bed, Sam checked in with Toby.
The kid sent a gif of a little boy singing the sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G song.
“Little shit.” Sam laughed and tossed his phone.
“He’s lucky to have you,” I said. “I know he misses his mom, and he’s got a lot of feelings about his bio dad, but he appreciates you being here.”
“This parenting gig is the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” Sam said as he opened his sandwich. “But I can’t imagine not being here for him.”
“Like I said, he’s lucky.” I spooned up some pasta salad.
“My dad was never around. I used to blame his job, but I learned as I got older it was more the affairs and him just choosing not to be there. He wasn’t good for Mom, so in the end, it was for the best, I guess.
I always swore if I got into a relationship or became a parent, I’d do everything in my power to be there. ”
“When Tabby got pregnant and said she wanted to keep the baby, I was terrified. It wasn’t like I wanted her to have an abortion, it was her body and her decision completely, and I swore I’d support her whatever she decided.
But all I could think of was how shitty our parents had been and what if that was all we knew.
Was the baby doomed before he was even born? ”
I gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a long, slow kiss. “Looks like you two did a great job. Toby is a good kid.”
Sam pulled back, a dazed look in his eyes. “Why is this so easy with you?”
I smiled. “When it’s right, it’s right.”
“Even back then,” he hedged.
Nodding, I took another bite of pasta salad. “Even back then, we were right, our timing was just off.”
“What if sex makes things awkward between us?” Sam asked.
I shook my head. “Nope. We won’t let it. We’re not some young, dumb kids anymore. We’re adults. We’ve always been good together. Even better now that we know ourselves more.”