Twenty #2
With his hand slipping under me, his mouth on the side of my throat, it took only moments for me to beg.
“God…I missed you. I just got you back…” His voice had a catch in it, faltering at the end.
No comforting words could be given, as there was only heat, the familiar smell of his skin, and my drowning, aching response to him.
“I hate that I need you.”
And I wanted to explain to him that what he saw as a weakness was really a gift. Most people never needed anyone.
“Jory…”
All that came from me were my panting breaths, groans of pleasure, and his name spoken over and over again.
It was all I could manage, my senses drowned in sizzling heat, his touch, and the primal sound of his voice.
I was so happy, my body so ready, having gone so long without him.
I had none of my usual stamina to hold my orgasm at bay.
When I screamed his name, he set a pounding rhythm that pulled a guttural moan from me. I felt the throbbing deep inside me, rising, peaking, my skin burning under his as I pleaded for what I wanted and needed.
His confession that he wanted to sink inside me and touch my heart brought blood rushing through my veins, my muscles tightening all at once as the wave crashed over me.
I felt the jolts of pleasure move through Sam, his body shaking with them until his breath caught and it was my name that was called out.
In that brief, white-hot, heart-pounding, flooded-with-euphoria moment… everything seemed perfect.
He lifted off me quickly, careful that I wouldn’t be crushed, and I heard his zipper and then the jingle of his belt buckle.
“All done with me, are you?” I said, smiling into my pillow.
“Never done with you,” he said hoarsely. “Flip over.”
And when I did, I realized he’d been taking his clothes off, not putting them back on.
He lay down beside me, wrapped me in his arms, and held me to his heart.
I kissed his throat, felt his wildly beating pulse, and lifted my lips to his stubble-covered jaw.
He molded my body to his, then smoothed his hand down my hip before pulling the comforter up over me.
I was at his mercy, wrapped in his arms, and I knew without asking that he was pleased. His dominance was without question.
“You love this,” he rasped, his voice husky as he stroked my back, letting his hand trail down over my buttocks to the leg draped over his thigh. “You love it when I overpower you.”
I would cry if I opened my mouth. There was too much relief, too much happiness, all of it threatening to flow right out of me if I let it. There was a flood of emotion inside, all the way back to when he was lying in the hospital bed. I would be strong for Sam and keep it to myself.
“Let me have it, J. I know you’re pissed that I wasn’t strong enough not to get hurt.
It shook your whole world and made you afraid, because you hate the idea of being vulnerable, of having something taken from you.
” His voice was caressing, so gentle, as were his lips on my eyelids, my cheeks, on my forehead.
“Here you let me back into your life and I almost go and die on you. Your heart, that you take such pains to keep safe, I nearly annihilate every chance I get, don’t I? ”
I swallowed hard, willing him to stop talking.
“Don’t be mad at me anymore. I’m sorry I got hurt. I promise it’ll never happen again. Just don’t leave me. Don’t ever leave me.”
I tried to breathe, but it was so hard.
His fingers traced over my jaw, and then he lifted my chin and bent forward at the same time. He reclaimed my mouth, kissing me deeply. I kissed back with everything I had to give, and he rolled over on top of me, pinning me under him to the bed.
“Goddamn, Jory…I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you this bad.” His voice was low, almost a growl.
“No?” I teased him, biting my lip.
I thought he would fuck me again, and I was ready, but instead, he threw the covers off and bent over me, dragging his tongue up my cock from balls to head.
I nearly came off the bed.
“Good?”
I whimpered loudly as his warm hand closed around my shaft.
“Sam…” I tried to breathe.
“Shhh,” he soothed me as he licked over my length before taking me into his mouth.
It was incredible, being swallowed in tight, moist heat. I felt strong hands on my hips, anchoring me under him, holding me still, and when I got my eyes open and met his gaze, I found his attention on me.
I knew then that without words, I’d told him I was all right.
For Sam there was no substitute for action, as for him, words were cheap.
He could ask me if I was all right, and I could lie.
My body could not. When I shuddered and clutched at his hair, he was happy.
I saw the glint in his eyes as his name tore out of me, and afterward, as I lay there, only able to watch him, exhausted beyond anything else, he took a deep, settling breath.
“We should,” I said as my eyes fluttered shut, “get up and see Dane so he’ll know I’m all right and—”
“Close your eyes,” he ordered me. “I’ll tell him you’re fine.”
And that was good, because I could not keep my eyes open a moment longer.
Later, I woke up, and he was moving around the room. I watched him, because that was always a pleasure, and he wasn’t focused on me. He was so intent on whatever he was doing, and then I saw the healing wound on his left side, just below his rib cage, and caught my breath.
“Oh, no, no.” He smiled, climbing back into bed under the comforter that he’d covered me up with. He wrapped me in his arms, crushing me against his chest. “You don’t get to use my recent surgery as a reason not to do me.”
I was shaking. I’d almost lost him.
“I’m not pretty enough for you anymore, huh?” he teased me, his mouth on my collarbone, slowly licking and biting his way up from my shoulder to my jaw. “I’m disfigured.”
“Sam,” I barely got out, “you could have—”
“You know, instead of thinking about what could have happened, why don’t you channel all that fear to passion and blow me—I mean, blow my mind.”
I just stared at him.
“What?” He smiled wickedly, his eyes dancing.
He was unbelievable. He actually had his mind on only one thing.
“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that.” He continued to grin at me. “I’m not any different from every other guy on the planet.”
I grunted, and he laughed as I pushed up against him to get him off me. He rolled to his back, bringing me with him so I was straddling his hips.
His eyes were heavy-lidded as he stared up at me. “Come here.”
I traced over the healing scar instead.
“I can always have surgery and have it—”
“Knock it off. You’ve got a lot of scars on you, and I think they’re all very sexy. The only thing I care about is how you got them. That’s the part that makes my heart stop.”
“I—”
“Give me the lube,” I demanded.
“Love,” he said softly, “I think you should take it easy and—”
“What about what I want? Do you care about that?”
“You—”
“I should be allowed to ask for what I want, when I want it.”
He took a breath. “Yes. Agreed,” he said, his voice cutting out on him for a moment, almost hoarse. “I just…I just want you to be gentle with your body.”
“You weren’t gentle,” I stated, opening the lube and squeezing a bit into my palm. Not a lot, as it wasn’t needed.
“No. You’re right.”
His eyes were riveted on my movements as I dragged my hand over his already hardening length. He was as turned on as I was.
I wiped my hand on the sheet because what did I care? Moving over him, I rose to my knees before slowly lowering myself over him. I was careful, and I watched his face as I took him inside my body, seating myself deep.
“That’s better,” I murmured.
His breath caught, and it was very sexy the way he responded to me, his hands clutching my hips, his body rigid beneath mine.
“Oh…God.” His voice cracked.
“Tell me you missed me,” I pressed him before I leaned forward to kiss him.
“You know I… Oh…Jory…” He sounded like he was in pain as I eased myself up and down over the long, hard, slick length of him. “Your body is so hot.”
I smiled; he moaned. It was exquisite torture, and I enjoyed the plight of my willing victim.
When he roared my name, slipping a hand around the side of my neck to ease me down for a kiss, I rode the crashing wave with him, his senses momentarily flooded with pleasure that left no room for rational thought.
He thrust up into me, pulling me down at the same time, both hands now digging into my thighs, making sure I couldn’t get away.
“Jory!”
I smiled when he froze and came, ridiculously pleased that I’d made him lose control. His deep groan as he closed his eyes spread warmth through me, pushing me over the edge, my orgasm making me shudder as I clutched at his chest.
“Fuck, Jory.”
I couldn’t speak, feeling too much, heart and body both crazy, madly in love with Sam Kage. Sometimes it was overwhelming, what I felt for him, and all the words caught in my throat.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I had things to say.”
“Say them,” I said, staring down at his flushed face.
He shook his head.
“Why?”
He threw up his hands and then gestured at me.
I chuckled, my muscles tightening around him, and he groaned.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered as I lifted up off him, causing him to grimace and grin at the same time. He patted his chest. “Lie down.”
I snuggled down into his shoulder, and he wrapped me in his arms, tucking the blanket around me. I never felt as cared for as I did when I was in Sam’s arms. “So tell me what—”
“I love you.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he grumbled.
I smiled at him. “Why do you love me?”
“Because you’re you and you’re mine,” he answered, his thumb sliding over my lips before he tipped up my chin and bent to kiss me.