Chapter 7
I was about to exhale in relief when a heavy arm dropped across me. Sam shifted until he was pressed against me, shoulder to hip. Mortified, I did not move a muscle. I stopped even breathing. He made a low sound, then lifted his leg and wrapped it across my thighs.
Holy shit.
What was happening right now.
I felt soft lips moving against the pounding pulse in my throat.
Fuck.
I barely managed to stifle a groan.
Was he mumbling in his sleep? Or was he kissing? He must have been dreaming.
Surely he must be dreaming. What did I do?
If I woke him up, it would be embarrassing for both of us.
Maybe if I just continued playing dead, eventually he would sink into deeper sleep and in the morning nobody would be the wiser.
My hope was crushed to smithereens the next moment when Sam pushed his groin against my side, and I felt the distinct hot presence of his hard-on through the soft fabric of his base layer.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer. Through the palm still over my mouth, the sound of my helpless groan escaped.
My blood was roaring in my ears so loud I couldn’t hear the penguins or even myself anymore. My hips jerked on their own accord and before I could open my mouth to warn Sam, I found myself grinding against his leg.
His hips did the same thing. The length of his erection burned a hole in my side. He was as hard as a rock. “Ah, god,” I whispered.
But no. I needed to stop. I removed the hand from over my mouth, twisted my torso, grasped his shoulder and shook him hard. Sam’s eyes flew open.
“You… you…” I panted, my face inches from his.
Heat, confusion, and hunger warred in his eyes. Just like it had earlier, his gaze dropped to my lips as if on its own. As if he couldn’t control himself.
Moments passed. He didn’t seem to be able to move his gaze. He seemed transfixed.
I detonated.
I crushed my mouth against his, flinging my whole body at him.
I didn’t know what I was doing. I was too far gone to care or think.
I poured all my longing, frustration, and desire for him into that kiss.
Sam’s mouth was soft and yielding under mine, but then he started responding.
He kissed me back and it was nothing like any kiss I had ever experienced.
It was less of a kiss and more of a demand.
He dominated me completely and I let him.
We rutted against each other frantically while our mouths and tongues tangled together. It was bruising and crushing and exactly what I wanted, but I needed more.
I climbed fully on top of him, resting the entire weight of my body on his. He made a half choking, half grunting sound and it went straight to my balls.
My fingers dug deep into his biceps, clinging to him for dear life. I took his lower lip between my teeth and tugged hard.
I tasted blood. Sam cried out and the next moment I found myself flung onto my back with him towering over me.
His eyes were wild, his hair messed up, his lips swollen and red. I had never seen anything sexier.
He pinned me down, putting all of that strength to good use.
In my secret fantasies, this was exactly what I had always dreamed of.
I wanted him to restrain me, tie me up, make it impossible for me to move an inch.
My body was always on the move. I was born this way, and I craved the stillness that Sam brought to me, both in mind and body.
I tugged one hand free and raked it down his body over his chiseled abs through the fabric until I reached between his legs. I groped and took his balls into my hand and squeezed gently.
Sam cursed and dived down, claiming my mouth again in a ferocious kiss that had me seeing stars.
I kept massaging his balls, reveling in the feeling of him in my hand.
Our cocks ground against each other chasing friction.
I could feel wetness seeping through my base layer. Both of our pre-come intermingling.
The entire tent felt like it was shaking. Dimly, somewhere in the periphery of my mind, I worried about the sleeping bag, but my conscious thoughts had all turned off.
He started thrusting into me, clearly feeling the desperate need for more. I was going mad with the need. I shoved at him until he fell back and I straddled his hips. Both our chests rose and fell as we panted heavily, our breath fogging slightly.
I was drenched in sweat. I pulled my thermal shirt over my head and threw it into the corner of the tent. Sam’s gaze roved all over my bare torso. The raw lust I saw there made my skin tingle.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I grabbed the hem of his thermal leggings with both hands.
His breath hitched, but he didn’t stop me.
Slowly, bit by bit, I dragged it down. The dark trail of hair down his abdomen revealed itself, and then his beautiful, long, thick cock sprung free.
I couldn’t tear my eyes off it. He was beautiful and I wanted my mouth stuffed with it.
So I did exactly that.
I bent down and wrapped my lips around the tip. Sam’s whole body jerked in response. He cried out something. It sounded like my name or a plea to the heavens. Whatever it was, I took it as a sign to keep going.
I sucked on him eagerly, tasting the salty tang on my tongue. I could tell he was holding himself back and I wanted none of that. I took him further down my throat. With one hand on his hip to ground myself, I extended the other up his chest and grabbed one well-defined pec.
My fingers grazed over a taut nipple. Sam grunted and his hips moved a fraction.
I felt the sweet taste of victory. I took his nipple between my thumb and finger and twisted it roughly.
I was beginning to understand what made Sam react.
He liked it rough, just like me. I was rewarded with a hard thrust of his hips.
I groaned and the sound vibrated through my mouth and up his erection, making him jerk again.
I felt his hands on my shoulders pulling me off, but I was having none of that. Stubbornly I kept my mouth on his cock. For a few moments we wrestled with each other, our groans filling the tent, until he got the upper hand and rolled us over.
I was proud of myself because I did not let go. I did not let his cock slide out of my mouth. Sam hunched over me, his eyes glued to the point where my lips were stretched around him.
“Fuck,” he whispered. That single word from him, the sign that he was about to lose control, egged me on.
I grasped his hips with both hands and pulled him forward. His eyes widened as I took him all the way down until my nose was buried in the curls of his pubic hair.
Tears streamed down my eyes. I started choking. He looked panicked, but I shook my head gently, taking care not to hurt him, letting him know this was exactly what I wanted.
I didn’t want him to treat me like a delicate thing. I wanted him to let loose. I liked choking on him.
He stared into my eyes and he must have understood me. We had a deep bond between us. I had always thought it was much more than friendship. We had connected from the moment we met and it had only grown over all these years.
“Please,” I moaned around him.
That was his undoing. He fell apart right in front of me, bucking wildly as he fucked my mouth.
He was a vision to behold. The vein on his neck stood in stark contrast as he threw his head back and roared. Hot cum erupted in my mouth, waves of it. I swallowed as best as I could but there was too much. A dribble escaped out of my mouth and down my chin.
The thought of Sam coming in my mouth was so hot that I came untouched. As his cock softened he pulled himself out of my mouth while I was still caught in the throes of my mind-blowing orgasm.
He watched me, a look of awe and reverence on his face. There was nowhere to hide. The fact that I had come untouched made me feel particularly vulnerable, but also secretly happy. I wanted him to know what a chokehold he had on me.
When my balls finally finished emptying, I looked down to see I had painted his abs and thighs with stripes of my cum.
For a long moment neither of us moved or said anything.
As my breathing started slowing back down, my hearing returned.
The sounds of the island rushed back in — the distant thunderous crack of icebergs, the chatter of the penguins.
All of it, as if I was surfacing after being underwater for too long.
I saw the same change reflected in his eyes as they slowly focused. He got to his feet and rooted around in our bags while I lay there loose-limbed, my mind empty of any thoughts.
He came back with a bag of wipes in his hand and without a single word he efficiently and carefully wiped down my mouth, my chin, my neck, my chest — everywhere that cum had landed.
Then he cleaned himself thoroughly. I watched him, not knowing what to say or do in that moment.
He wiped down the sleeping bag and then pulled his pants up. He examined a corner of the sleeping bag. Apparently it hadn’t survived the madness intact. We had managed to rip it open. Sam examined it thoughtfully, as if it was just any other day in the field. He was avoiding my eyes.
Finally, when he ran out of things to do, he grabbed his parka and unzipped the tent door. The rain had stopped.
I didn’t say anything. If he needed a moment, I could understand it. I just wished he wasn’t going to regret it. Because I sure didn’t.