Five #5
The swipe of lube over my crease made me catch my breath, and the feel of his hairy thighs pressing against the back of mine brought on the whimpering.
“Oh, Sam.”
“Forgive me. I was an idiot. Of course you would worry. I was just mad.”
We could talk about it later.
“Yes.”
The first slick finger breached me, and I put my head back and moaned.
He was pushing in and out, curling forward before pulling out, only to add the second finger as he licked up my spine.
I was panting, mouth open, pushing back as hard as he was pushing in.
He rubbed and scissored, working my muscles, opening them, relaxing me like he wanted.
“I want to suck your cock,” he told me, his voice scratchy and low.
“No,” I barely got out. “You fuck me. Hard.”
His moan was strangled and needy, and the sound, all dark and growly, sent a flush of fresh arousal over my skin.
“Sam … please.”
His hot, wet mouth made me shiver as he kissed up the side of my throat. The bite on my shoulder made me jerk under him, and when I felt the flared head of his cock against my entrance, the pleading began.
Slowly, pushing insistently forward, inch by inch, he pressed inside me. My muscles were still resistant even though I was slick with lube, and I could feel every bit of the stretch as he filled my clenching channel.
“Oh fuck.” His voice cracked as he slid home, buried to his balls, his hands gripping my hips too tight not to leave fingernail marks and bruises.
I shivered under him; the feel of him fully seated inside me was almost more than I could bear.
“You’re so hot,” he whispered. “And tight, and I so wanna—”
“Yes.”
“Then you grab ahold of yourself ’cause I can’t even think.”
I closed my hand around my own shaft as he pulled out and then thrust back inside me. The cry I let out was too loud.
That quickly, Sam slapped a hand over my mouth and came down on top of me with his full weight, crushing me under him to the carpeted floor, now covered by a thin sheet.
My dripping erection was forgotten, trapped as he lay on top of me and ground his massive cock into me, pushing deep with each swivel of his hips, the movement sensual and drugging, not the pounding thrusts he normally delivered.
I was panting against his hand, and he finally laced his fingers over the top of my head, using that leverage to plunge deeper and longer.
His weight, his smell, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the heat rolling off him, the absolute, utter dominance—it was all too much for me, and I bit down on my own forearm so I wouldn’t scream when my entire body seized at once and I came so hard that I almost blacked out.
My muscles fisted around his cock, tightening so fast that he let out his own garbled shout as he lifted me up with him and then sat down on the couch.
I cried out as I was impaled on his long, thick shaft. My back to his chest, I let my head hit his shoulder and lean against his as he grabbed my ass and pounded up into me.
There was still cum dripping down my dick as I felt my ass flooded with liquid heat, and Sam suddenly froze under me, his entire body tensing as he pulsed within me. As usual, the man’s orgasm had rendered him incapable of any thought or movement. I was exactly the same.
All I could do was let the aftershocks vibrate through me. Sam put one of his big hands on my throat, making sure I didn’t try to rise. The other slid through the thick semen on my stomach, spreading it and rubbing it into my skin.
We sat there quietly, the sheet covering me from the waist down and Sam still seated within me.
“I take back every word I said. No one takes care of me like you do, and you know that.”
“Yes,” I sighed. “I do know that.”
“You scared me because if I hadn’t gotten back at that exact moment, you would have gone to that dive bar with Duncan, and there’s no way he would have been able to protect you.”
“He’s a big guy, Sam.”
“He’s not as invested in you as I am.”
No, he wasn’t.
“So, what the hell is going on?”
“Well, someone doesn’t want me digging into this witness situation—that’s for certain.”
“When will you know who that guy is?”
“In the morning. After I put you to bed, I’m gonna wake up my guys at home.”
“I want you to come to bed with—”
“No,” he said, lifting me easily, sliding me off the end of his still-hard cock with a warm gush of fluid.
“Sam—”
“It’ll fall on the sheet, J.”
For a minute, I was lost. “What?”
“You’re worried about my getting jizz all over the—”
“I don’t give a crap about that,” I said quickly. “I just want you in bed with me.”
“Uh-uh. You go take a quick shower and get in bed. I’ll be in to tuck you in.”
“Sam—”
“Jory, there’s a police outline in the room that our kids were in. You and Kola and Hannah are going home tomorrow.”
“Sam—”
“I mean, you called Dane, right?”
I groaned.
He cackled. “You’ll be lucky if he spares you the yelling.”
Crap. “Why did I do that?”
“Because after me, it’s Dane, and you couldn’t get me.”
“But I can’t ever unring the bell, you know?”
He was laughing. “Yeah, I know, and right now, I’m really fuckin’ happy about that.”
And I got kissed some more, so I was pretty pleased as well.