Chapter 24 #2
I whimper and reach for him and he comes back to me, his body snaking between my legs as he lays a kiss on my lips. “Sorry,” I whisper. “I guess I want it romantic.”
He smiles. “I can do romantic. Easy.”
“Yeah? Do you get that request a lot?”
“Just for you, butterfly.”
I don’t bring men back here. It’s not like I ever had a man of my own.
And my room’s not nice, either. It’s small, and the ugly walls are mostly decorated with band posters and old concert tickets.
My bed is tiny. The sheets are cheap, the duvet is threadbare.
There’s no candles to light, no music to set the mood.
But it’s still the best sex I’ve ever had.
Sam is so gentle with me. Kissing me in all the places he’s come to learn I like best—behind the ear, the side of the throat, the shoulders—as he shimmies out of his own clothes, and then he presses himself against me like he’s trying to melt into me.
All of that hard muscle and perfect skin that I can’t get enough of touching.
The dark nipples I can’t get enough of tasting.
I feel him throbbing and twitching against me as we kiss once again, one hand stroking the outside of my thigh where it’s wrapped around him. He rocks against me and the friction is exquisite, making our breath come short as we gasp into the kiss. My arms stay locked around him, tight.
“You have anything?” he asks me, mouth reluctant to leave mine. “I want to be inside you.”
I do, in my nightstand, though I’ve never had a reason to.
Some condoms and a packet of lube. He first takes one of the pillows by my head and slides it under my hips—for what purpose, I don’t know, I just accept it—and then he tears open the lube and coats his fingers.
His lips touch mine again as he slides one inside me. Then another. “Okay?” he murmurs.
“Yes.” My answer is as faint as a breath.
And too, I watch as he rips the condom open and puts it on. Watch as he lubes himself up, too. And then he slides between my legs, the pillow angling my hips up, and his head fitting to my hole.
“Fuck,” he breathes, gliding slowly inside me. “You’re so perfect.”
I can’t help the loud moan that catches in my throat and he doesn’t silence me.
He’s quieter—trying to be—but his throaty, deep groans are so fucking sexy anyway.
He sheathes himself all the way inside me and he brushes over just the right spot, wrenching a noise from me I’d never, ever want my roommates to hear.
It’s feminine almost, pornstar-esque, but a hundred percent genuine.
Sam laughs breathlessly, his forehead coming down to touch mine. “Like that?”
Already somehow I forgot the way he fills me up, but this angle is even more intense with the pillow. I wrap my legs around him. “Oh, yeah.”
He obliges, moving with slow, easy thrusts and it’s different from anything else I’ve had but it’s fucking perfect, anyway.
I adore it. Every time he bottoms out it hits the spot again and my insides go molten.
My cock is shuddering, leaking, making a mess between us, and my mouth finds his as my hands tangle in his hair.
I’m whispering baby oh yes don’t stop against his lips over and over, helpless, between my equally helpless moans.
“Do you know what I wish?” He nuzzles the side of my face, hips slinging into mine as I cry out again. His voice is husky, gravel, all sex. “That we didn’t need the condoms. That I could just come inside you.”
“Sam.” I moan his name. “I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” He nails me right where I want him and I arch. “Would you like that, butterfly? Me rawing you?”
I have the most insane mental image of him pulling out, tossing the condom aside and plunging back in again and it’s enough.
One more thrust from him and I climax spectacularly between us, without him having laid a finger on me.
I cry out into his mouth as he claims it in a kiss once more, my cum slick and hot on our skin, and with a throaty groan I feel him spasm and go right over the edge after me.
He buries his head in my shoulder. “That was so good.”
I can’t even talk yet. I throw an arm over my face as I try to figure out how breathing works again. He’s still so big between my legs and I don’t want him to leave. I like him there. He fits perfectly, like a million other men never have and never will.
It’s like he can hear my thoughts, too. “Could stay here all day,” he teases me, nudging under my arm to kiss my face. Again, again, again. “Just warm my cock here. How about it?”
Can’t help but smile back at him. “I think that would make driving to Florida very difficult.”
“That’s a thought. Driving home with you in my lap.”
“A bad one,” I retort but really, the thought of fucking him in his nice car is exciting. Or giving him road head again. Dangerous, yeah, stupid. But exciting.
Sam pulls out, slow, and a shudder ripples through me as he does. He peels the condom off and throws it in the trash. From my bedside table he gets a box of tissues and sets to cleaning me up, wiping cum off of my chest and stomach before doing the same for himself.
“The pillow thing,” I say. “Where’d you get that idea? It worked really well.”
He tosses the wad of tissues before sliding his body up mine. I shiver again, touching his face as he kisses my throat. “A friend suggested it.”
“Who? Beavis and/or Butt Head?”
“Huh? No. Gabe.”
“You talked to Gabriel?” I ask incredulously.
“Yeah. To apologize for everything, make amends I guess. And I told him about you. I guess we got talking about…I dunno. All sorts of shit. He had some suggestions.” He lifts his face to mine. “Is that bad? I won’t do it again if you don’t want. I just want to make you feel good. I’m learning.”
I meet those gorgeous sable eyes once more, the ones I have been absolutely smitten by since I saw him, and a lump forms in my throat. Knowing I have to turn him away, this man who has already done so damn much for me.
“Hey, Sam?” I say softly. “I think I’m in love with you, too.”
He nestles his face against mine as he tucks me into his side. “Yeah?”
I nod, rubbing my cheek against his. “I do. I love you.”
“And I love you.” He drops a kiss on my nose. “Glad we got that figured out.”
“But I can’t go back with you.”
“What? Why not?” When I don’t answer right away, he rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. “Ash?”
“The money is gone.” And I’m gonna cry again.
Here I haven’t cried in years and I’m paying for it now, like it’s all been backed up, waiting for a moment to unleash in a deluge.
“It’s gone. I lost it.” Because I’m fucking stupid.
Because I came back here in the first place.
If I’d just stayed put we’d be in Miami by now.
“Lost it?” His fingertips brush my bruised cheek. “You get mugged or something?”
“Not exactly.”
“Tell me.” He turns my face to look at him. “Someone hurt you?”
I seize my lower lip before it can start trembling again. “Some guy wanted me to give him head. For a ride. I said no and he didn’t like that answer.”
There’s a muscle in his jaw twitching. I can tell he’s trying not to explode. “Fuck me, that’s why you’re all banged up. I knew it. I knew something happened.”
“I got away. Nothing happened. I didn’t do it.” Quick to assuage him, so he knows I didn’t cheat or something. If that’s what it is? Cheating. “But he drove off with my shit, so it’s gone. Almost got ran over trying to get it back.”
“Ash, fuck the money and fuck that asshole. I care about you.” His nostrils flare. “You’re definitely coming home with me. I’m not letting you out of my sight. Feels like every time I do, something awful happens to you.”
“I can’t,” I snap again, sitting up. “Are you even listening? What the fuck am I going to do down there with no money? I have nothing, Sam. Literally nothing. I went and lost it all like a dipshit. I’ve got like twenty bucks and some change to my name, that’s it.
I’m supposed to find my own place with that? I have to go back to—”
“No,” he says. “You don’t. No way.”
“There’s nothing else.”
He throws his hands in the air. “But I’ve already given you a solution! We had it all decided before everything blew up.”
“Staying with you was all well and good when I knew I had a backup plan. Now I have nothing. I have no one.”
“You don’t have nothing, Ash. You have me.” His dark eyes are imploring. “Staying here is going to kill you. Whether it’s some piece of shit who’s too rough with you or your soul wasting away, whatever—it’s gonna kill you. And I refuse to let that happen.”
“I’ve gotten this far.” Stubborn, even though I know he’s right—this is going to kill me one way or the other. It’s already happening. The dread I feel.
“And how much do you hate yourself? Something made you steal that money, and that something is how much you fucking hate your life the way it is. You don’t want to live this way, you want an out.
Well, I’m giving you one.” When I say nothing, he reaches for my hands.
“I promised you I would get you to Miami. And I’m promising you now that I want you to stay with me.
However long you need to. I will help you as much as I possibly can.
Hell, I’ll even talk to my dad and see if he’ll give you a job. He needs more people, anyway.”
“I don’t know anything about cars.”
“You’ll learn.” He smiles at me. “You’d pick it up fast, I’m sure.”
“What if we…you know, what if something bad happens? With us? What if it doesn’t work out?” The thought is unbearable.
“Cross that bridge if we get to it.” His fingers lace through mine. “Ash, you can’t just not do things because something bad might happen. Shit’s gonna fall out the way it will regardless of what either of us do. Running away didn’t fix it, did it?”
“No,” I say reluctantly.