Chapter 23
Iyawn and snuggle in, smiling at the warm arm wrapped over me and the very sexy, naked body plastered to my back.
It’s funny, I always thought sharing a bed with someone would bug me. I usually don’t like sharing any sort of space with anyone, but it’s different with Sam. He makes me feel…safe. Protected.
No, shielded. That’s the word I’m looking for.
I don’t want to move, but after all the water Sam made me drink last night to rehydrate me, I am in desperate need of a pee.
Trying to slip out without waking him, I almost make it when his arm tightens and he pulls me back into him. He nuzzles into my neck, his stubble grazing my skin.
“Where are you sneaking off to?” he rumbles, his northern accent even more pronounced in his sleep-roughened state.
“Unless you’re into guys peeing on you, I have to use the bathroom.”
He chuckles and moves his arm, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.
I reluctantly climb out of the warm bed and away from its equally warm occupant and head into the bathroom. Relieving myself with a groan of satisfaction, I then look down and see flecks of dry come matted in my pubes and in random patches on my stomach.
I’m pretty sure that was from round two. After the sandwiches, Sam had thanked me very thoroughly with another hand job. A deliciously slippery one after he’d discovered my expensive hand lotion.
Seeing as I’m already naked, I might as well shower while I’m in here. Turning the water on, I climb in as soon as it warms to the right temperature. I’ve barely dunked my head under the spray when Sam slips in behind me.
“Hmm, a naked and wet Prickles.” He wraps his arms around me and bites my shoulder playfully. “The perfect way to start the day.”
I can feel his cock pressed against my arse, and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my body.
I’m not ready for that yet, but when the time is right, I definitely want Sam inside me.
I can just imagine it, that gorgeous heavy cock of his sliding in and out of me as he pins me to the bed, that delicious gravelly voice whispering in my ear.
Fuck, now I’m hard again.
I’m supposed to be getting clean, not dirtier.
“Hmm, someone’s pleased to see me,” Sam whispers against my ear, and I shiver once more.
“Stupid thing’s got a mind of its own,” I groan, my head falling back against his shoulder. “I only find you marginally attractive.”
I can feel the rumble of his laughter against my back as he slides his hand down to my dick and lazily fists it.
“If it falls off from overuse, you’ll only have yourself to blame.” I gasp at one masterful stroke. Seriously, how does he get the pressure just right?
“Do you want me to stop?” He strokes again.
“I will turn you into a toad if you do.”
He pauses and lifts his head from my neck. “Is that actually possible?”
“Are you serious?” I glance over my shoulder to glare at him.
“What? I’ve never been involved with an honest to god witch before.”
“That’s honest to goddess, and weren’t you doing something rather important involving my dick? Do you often get sidetracked this easily? I would have thought you ex-detectives slash private investigators were more focused.”
“I’ll give you focused.” He chuckles.
But he doesn’t resume his stroking; in fact, he doesn’t touch my cock at all.
He picks up the bottle of body wash and proceeds to clean and massage every inch of my body, his fingers digging in and draining all the tension my body has accumulated over the past few months.
Then he picks up the shampoo and moves onto my scalp.
By the time he’s done cleaning me, I’m practically a drooling, boneless mess.
But apparently, he’s not done. He turns me around to face him and presses my back against the wall.
I yelp at the touch of the cold tile, but the sound dies on my lips as he lowers himself to his knees, his face hovering so close above my stiff cock that I can feel the puffs of air from his breath against my overheated skin.
He looks up at me, those dark eyes filled with heat.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
My head drops back against the tiles with a quiet thunk, and my mouth falls open as my cock is engulfed in hot, wet heat and powerful suction.
My first ever blow job and it’s so good that I’m fighting not to come straight away, which shouldn’t be possible given how many times Sam made me come last night—or was it this morning? I don’t have a clue.
I look down and see him watching my face as my pale cock slides in and out of his mouth. It’s nearly all over when I see him take me right to the root, his nose pressed into the neatly trimmed patch of red hair at the base of my cock.
“Sam,” I gasp, lifting my hand and gripping his hair. He moans, and the vibrations ripple along my dick.
His hand slides lower, and he gently massages my balls. I can’t help myself—I begin to rock into his mouth, chasing the pleasure just dancing out of my reach. But Sam seems to like it. He grabs my hip with his other hand and encourages me to fuck into his mouth.
Then he groans again, his hand falling away from my hip and reaching between his legs to fist his cock.
The fast and furious movement of his hand between his legs just out of my eyeline couples with the intense pleasure of his mouth to make me explode before I can warn him.
My orgasm rips from me as I wail loudly, the sound echoing around the small bathroom.
He swallows, which tightens the suction around me and prolongs the pleasure. I hear him grunt, and as my softening cock slips from his mouth, he leans forward, pressing his head against my thigh as he shudders and comes.
I stand there stroking his hair, entranced at the sight of him riding out his pleasure. I wish I could’ve returned the favour. I want to taste him so bad. Maybe next time.
“Sam.”
He looks up at me and I offer him my hand to help him stand. I’m sure kneeling on the shower floor is probably very hard on the knees. Taking my hand, he climbs to his feet and then leans in to kiss me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue and my poor cock tries to twitch, but he’s done.
When Sam steps back, I smile at him.
“Thank you, that was incredible.”
“My pleasure. Literally.” He glances at the come swirling down the drain.
“Maybe—” I clear my throat, feeling my face flush. “Maybe next time I could do that to you.”
“Prickles, you can do anything you want to me, although I probably should mention I don’t bottom, so really, it’s almost anything.
” He smiles, and I feel my cheeks heat even further.
Lifting a hand, he traces his thumb along my cheekbone.
“There are so many pretty colours to you, Prickles. It was like my world only existed in shades of black and white until I met you.”
“I–uh, you should probably get washed off before the water runs cold.” I shake my head. Not sure what to say to that, but it’s the loveliest thing anyone’s ever said to me. “I could make you breakfast.”
He smiles at me and my heart starts having palpitations again.
“That would be nice.”
I nod, quickly rinse off, and climb out of the shower. “There are a couple of spare towels here for you, Sam.”
“Thanks.”
After drying off, I hang my own towel up to dry. I’m just wandering out into the bedroom when I hear my phone ringing. Grabbing my bathrobe, I quickly pull it on and tighten the belt, then pick up the phone, drop down on the side of the bed, and hit connect.
“Hey, Pops, you don’t usually call this early.” I frown. “Is everything okay?”
“Early? Harrison, it’s two in the afternoon.” His gaze sweeps over me. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?”
“Is he sick?” Dad calls from somewhere in the background. “What are his symptoms?”
“I’m not sick,” I reply. “I just had a really late night. I didn’t check the time on my phone when I got up.”
“You had a late night? What were you…” Pops trails off. His brows rise and his mouth falls open.
I turn to see what he’s looking at and find Sam wandering into the bedroom with a tiny towel wrapped around his waist as he rubs his dark shaggy hair with the other towel.
“Hey, baby, do you know where my–oh.” He stops and stares. “Sorry, didn’t realise you were on the phone.”
“Wait! Who’s that calling Harrison baby?”
I turn back to the phone screen and see Dad tackle Pops, practically climbing over him to snatch the phone. The screen flashes all over the place, and I see the ceiling, the lamp, the floor, both the dogs curled up in front of the fireplace, and then, finally, Dad’s face fills the screen.
“Harrison, move out of the way. I can’t see.”
I sigh. “Sam, these are my dads. Dad, Pops, this is Sam.”
“Sam…Sam,” Dad frowns for a moment as he thinks, then he breaks into a wide smile. “Wait…Sam the psychic PI?”
“Yes.” Sam grins and leans in closer. “That is my full name.”
Pops cackles, and I sigh again. “Sam, please don’t encourage them.”
“So, Sam,” Dad says. “May I call you Sam, or do you prefer Mr The Psychic PI?”
I roll my eyes. “Oh my goddess, you’re both ridiculous.”
“Sam’s fine.”
“Yes, he is,” I hear Pops mutter.
“Someone kill me now,” I whisper.
“So, Sam.” Dad ignores me. “Harrison tells us you’re gifted. Is it just psychometry that’s your specialty or do you have other abilities? And what are they?”
“For heaven’s sake, Dad, why don’t you just ask him his inside leg measurement while you’re at it?”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve got that covered, honey.”
I glance at Sam, who’s grinning at me.
“What?” I say irritably.
“You been talking to your folks about me, Prickles?”
I scowl at him. “I might have mentioned how annoying you are.”
“Prickles? Awww,” Dad croons. “That’s so adorable.”
“Okay, well, I’ll just grab my–”
I watch him bend down and scoop his jeans off the floor, and when I turn back to my phone, both my dads’ faces are practically smooshed to the screen.
Perverts, I mouth to them, and they both snort.
“Why don’t I go and get started on breakfast while you talk to your dads?” Sam offers, dropping a sweet kiss on my cheek.